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ruiniel · 1 year

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If you don't mind me giving you some inspiration to write, I've got a little scenario you could play with involving Alucard (Castlevania). Perhaps a great ball is happening and even though they aren't a couple, he invites our dear reader to accompany him. What follows is a tender if not very charged moment between the two as they help each other get dressed. It could end with a resolved note or perhaps linger with the promise of what could be...

And what inspiration it was! Thank you, here it be.

I chose the resolved note

Mirror

Fandom: Castlevania series (2017-2021)

Pairing: Alucard x F!Reader

Count: 2.7k

Rating: T

Tags/CW: AFAB reader, oneshot, mutual pining, romantic angst, longing, unresolved sexual tension, angst again, unresolved emotional tension, confessions

All characters depicted are 18+

Mirror

mirror

the

wall

tell

lies

who we

are.

—Atticus

You should never have agreed to this.

Gazing in the mirror to ensure the trappings of your dress are fastened as needed, you realize that the person you see before you is a far cry from the one you knew, months ago.

Not the physical appearance that was altered as much, no.

Longing. Longing and friendship and the loss of both did this to you, and all and everything else that passed; now, there is an everpresent knot in your throat, a despondent voice in the back of your mind, always repeating the same.

Gone.

As you run a hand through your hair, thinking belatedly what to do with it for the night, you consider: he’d suggested this.

He’d put forward the idea that you move to the closest town, noticing your loneliness—and if there ever was a being in the world who knows the torment of its perpetuity, that would be him. But he was wrong. The times he walked in, catching you staring bleakly out the window; the times he’d seen you fastly wiping your eyes with your sleeve as he neared. If anything, loneliness was not the reason; but you were too much of a coward to tell him otherwise, weren’t you?

Weren’t you? You berate yourself, lip curling.

He wanted this. When you’d asked him to come with, to live, he refused on account of his duty. A legacy of ashes, he said, but a legacy still, and it was his alone to guard. But no one should ever be secluded like this, you’d offered, it was not fair, you’d said.

“Oh, but it is,” he’d murmured one chilly night spent watching the snowfall. “It is… only fitting, I’ve come to think.”

You reach for a comb, half-heartedly brushing through the strands, gazing at the cold, flat surface, seeing so many moments that are gone.

He’d wanted this, said it was not your obligation to remain a companion to someone like him.

“You belong with your own people. Not in this decrepitude.”

You fool, the bitter thought comes. That never mattered. I would have stayed. I would have stayed as your friend, even if there was no chance for you to look at me and see more.

But you didn’t. You didn’t want him to know, you didn’t want him to see. What was the point of sharing a depth of unrequited feelings, what help would it be to him, rather than another burden?

How strange. But maybe, you tell yourself, combing idly, after all, it’s merely devotion that you feel? An affinity and gratefulness you’re mistaking for something else, and maybe, maybe… you’re worrying for nothing. Maybe it’ll pass soon, and you’ll forget. You’ll attempt a life here, you will live, as humans must do. You hate the tears that sting your eyes.

“I can’t,” you murmur to your destitute self in the mirror. “I can’t…”

Two soft knocks on the door.

Swiftly you rub at your eyes with your richly embroidered sleeve, taking a breath. “Enter.”

You turn and feel a spike of jealousy, of hurt, of longing so deep you want to carve out your heart and throw it at his feet.

He looks so much like he belongs here, with his bright long hair and elegant shirt, that dark overcoat folded neatly under his arm.

Adrian blinks, staring at you as he closes the door. “You seem…”

“I’m not ready,” you mumble, turning back to your task, gazing at him in the mirror.

Another farce. He’d proposed you attend the yearly masked ball, to begin mingling and integration in this new society, in this foreign town you wish burned to the ground.

“I can see that,” Adrian says. “I merely wanted to,” he hesitates as you turn, then places his coat carefully onto an armchair.

Outside, the rain has begun to patter against the windows of the inn. He’d given you enough by way of means to live comfortably until you found your bearings here, until you found a means to live by. For the purpose at hand, he’d booked a room in the same place for the night.

He’s already donned his mask: black and gold, an embellishment that fades before the sheerness of his eyes. You blink as your stare is drawn to what he holds in his hand, then back to the grimace pulling at his lips. “I’ve tried all, but this cravat won’t do my bidding no matter what I do. I thought, other hands might be of more use,” he looks at you with a pale smile.

You snort. He could be wearing roughened hemp clothes and still look as perfect as he does in these sleek, elegant garments of black and white and crimson.

“Fine,” you shake your head, putting forth your own smile—it’s fake, but it’ll have to do. You rise and walk over to him, taking the fine cravat from his hand. You haven’t seen him in two weeks, not since you’ve made the town a permanent residence.

You look up at him. Unable to meet his eyes so close, you focus on the intricate gilded details of his mask. His hair is tied back from his face, a few strands straying over sharp cheekbones—are they more pronounced than before? You wonder at this and nothing, as you look back to fasten the cravat around his neck, your hands working slowly, your head spinning with the scent he’s using—something of lilies and lilac, certainly some rarity from the early years of his childhood travels with the castle and his now defunct family.

“How are you faring so far?”

You loathe him without a right to, but does he know? Does he even know how he twists the dagger? It seems not, and the sting in your eyes mellows. “It’s different, no doubt,” you speak softly, wanting to press your cheek to his shoulder and weep. “Many more people than I’m used to, but it… it looks safer than the wilds of the woods, for the most part,” you try a joke. “And you?”

Your fingers are nearly done with the knot, but when there comes no answer but the patter of rain against the window you pause, looking up at him again. His eyes tell you nothing. His face is expressionless no doubt, hidden behind that mask, as still as he is.

“As you say, it is different,” Adrian finally speaks. “But there were no other threats, and for now all seems quiet.” On the last word you think his voice cracked just a little; might be you imagined it.

“There,” you say, done with the knot, hands sliding slowly down his chest, over his fine white shirt, before they fall at your sides. You turn away and head back to your seat, burning from the closeness and feeling absolutely pathetic. You pick up the brush again, watching him in the mirror; staring at the ground—what is this?

“I must finish my hair, but have no inkling of what to do with it,” you chatter away to fill the emptiness, though the shallow topic makes you want to cry.

Adrian looks up; your eyes meet in the mirror. Then he’s nearing you, for some reason he’s still here—well, you are to go together, after all, he’d agreed to be your partner for the night, offered even.

“I know a plain one I used to help my mother with,” he says, having slowly neared until he stands behind your chair. “If you wish, I could help with the first steps, you can make something of your own liking out of it.”

“Now that, is a skill I did not expect of you,” you can’t help but smile at him, and when he returns it, you feel the bliss of past, comfortable moments together, before this wretchedness took roots inside you, curling so strong and deep nothing you’ve done so far helped free you of it.

“How so?” Adrian asks, head tilting to the side, then, “May I?”

You nod, then freeze when long hands are placed on the top of your head, gliding through your hair. You glance up at his reflection.

“Well, because…” you curse the sensations brimming at this barest of touches, at the slight pressure of fingertips on your scalp. Oh, but you truly are pathetic, aren’t you?

His long fingers are slow to sift through your hair, catching unwieldy strands; they feather over your cheek, your temples, the nape of your neck; you bite on your lip, hating him for all but casting you out in the guise of friendship and selflessness, wanting that same touch everywhere until you can’t breathe. “Because, you never mentioned it before, I suppose,” you add lamely, your head emptying of logic and coherent thought.

“I never had a chance to,” Adrian replies softly, and in the mirror, you see his eyes are on his task; he looks carefully down at his work, seemingly absorbed by it.

His hands are gentle, not a tug or a snag; you close your eyes, lips parting. If you’re being a wretch, you’ll take all you can get, at least make it worth it.

“Hand me that pin, please,” he says, and you do so, fingers brushing against his just barely.

He’s doing a fine job of it, and as you open your eyes, you must admit: your hair gains a semblance of satisfactory appearance under his care.

“There,” he says at last, looking at his handiwork, then meeting your eyes again. “How do you like it?”

“It’s,” you swallow as his hands alight on your shoulders. “It’s wonderful,” you say.

“I honestly never thought I’d do this again,” Adrian replies, hands sliding from your shoulders but—

There is sadness in his eyes, and something else, and it’s that with the beating of your heart that has you reaching, pressing a hand over his, trapping it on your shoulder.

You look up at him. “Adrian,” you must be mad, what are you doing? What do you think you’re doing? He’s never given any sign that… that he’d see you that way, but damn it, damn it, damn it all.

You stare at each other in silence. His hand presses into your shoulder even as your grip grows tighter. You’re panting, and the tears you’d so bravely kept at bay now tremble in your eyes. “It’s not the same,” you croak, “It’s not the same without you.”

His lips part, but he says nothing, gazing down at you in that mask, unmoving, his hand still warm on your shoulder.

“I don’t understand why you wanted to be alone, but I try. I know you feel so much guilt, and you… you might not have place for anyone else in your heart because of it, and you might never see me as anything else, but I… I’ll go mad if I don’t tell you this, and then… then you can do what you will.”

“You know why we agreed for you to leave,” is all he says; his lips press together in that way you’ve learned he does when uneasy, or vexed.

“Yes, but I… I’ve come to care for you, to feel things I never thought I’d feel for another,” your words leave your mouth even as you dread the outcome of your sudden, mindless outburst; you're shivering. “And you made me leave, you cast me away, I only wanted to… I wouldn’t have asked for more but to be your friend…”

You yelp when the chair is suddenly spun around with you in it, and Adrian’s staring down at you, a hand propped on each armrest. “I didn’t cast you away,” he says, and through your rapid heartbeat you hear the cracks in his words; as though he struggles to speak them. He looks to the side, eyes closing in a frown. “I… I did not want to tie you to me, I want…” he looks back at you, with a sadness and fire in his gaze that leaves you breathless, “I want you to be happy, away from… from my petty self-deprecation, my sleepless nights and empty days. What would you get from it? What could you possibly...” he trails away, shakes his head.

You must be dreaming, you want to scream. Instead, your voice comes like trickling rain. “... were you too blind to see, what happiness is to me?”

His head had lowered, but when Adrian looks at you again, his eyes burn. “Then tell me.”

“It is you,” you say, in agony. “You fool,” and your hands reach, slow to undo the lacings of his mask, and as soon as you remove it, you find his face twisted by the same emotion you’d seen on yourself in the mirror.

Miserable longing.

You smile, close to sobbing in relief, chest heaving. Placing the mask aside, you slowly reach to touch his face; his dark lashes shiver as Adrian gazes down at you, seemingly trapped there though you’re the one caged by him in the chair.

When you pull him down to you by his cravat he yields readily, sighs, nuzzling at your face.

“I’m a coward,” he whispers, eyes shut as you card fingers through his hair with barely contained urgency, feeling the softness, the slickness of it, the scent of it, of him.

He draws back, so close to your face you see the golden rims of his irises. “I did not want to be selfish, to keep you there though I… I didn’t want to think about what I’d seen, the change in you… but… “ his forehead rests on your shoulder with a sigh. His hand, warm and scarred, is gentle as he feels along your bare neck. “... but while you were there, I felt… a little more like me…” he admits, and you’re melting beneath the onslaught of sensation, the confession branded into your skin, his hair tickling and soft where it caresses your cheek.

He raises his head, and you stare at each other for moments; seconds; eternities.

“Come back,” he says, and through the burst of emotion you cup his cheek, and press your lips to his; he sighs; you whimper softly as he deepens it all, seeking more, an arm around your waist lifting you to him easily; you wrap around him with relish, not letting go even if the world were to crash down on you both, and his arms are vicelike around you.

Your feet barely touch the ground in his embrace, and you’re smiling now, actually smiling, shedding layer after layer of suppressed heartache and desire and protectiveness; a care so deep you can call it nothing else than what it is, though you dare not tell him yet.

He licks into your mouth with the thirst of one denied sustenance for years on end, crushes you to him so strongly you gasp; but you’re no different. Your arms are bonds around his neck, body pressing against him, leg curling around his hip as though trapping him for fear he’ll vanish; when you break away to breathe, you see his lips are bruised, his eyes so bright as though a dark veil had been cast off; his smile is the sun forgotten by the rains outside, and his long hand grips the skin of your bare thigh, holding your leg wrapped tightly around his hips. Clothes, crumpled. Your dress, wrinkled. His cravat, which you’d so carefully fastened, is slack around his neck, and his hair is a gleaming mess.

“Adrian,” you say, licking at his taste on your lips, unable to recall a state of drunkenness such as this. Without even realizing, your gaze slips briefly towards the bed, then back on his face.

“Will you?” he asks after another swift kiss, a tug of softness. “Will you come back with me?”

You gently pry yourself away only enough to take his hand, placing it to your breast; he gasps. “Yes,” you say, voice shaking with fear overpowered by need. You reach for his other hand and lace your fingers with his, slow to step back, closer to the empty bed. “But not yet.”

You fall and he follows, his features raw with all that you feel, your shadows melding together against the wall.

The mask lies forgotten on the table, shimmering in the candlelight.

MASTERLIST: CASTLEVANIA SERIES x READER

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The line "I felt… a little more like me" is also inspired by Atticus

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doodleferp · 5 months

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So cheeky trauma-riddled human-not-human blondes appear to have been the flavor of 2023

#if I had a nickel for every time I crushed on a guy named Alucard I’d have two nickels #which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice #my art #art by doodle #sketch #digital art #Castlevania #adrian tepes #adrian tepes x oc #castlevania oc #ship crack #castlevania alucard #my oc #oc x canon #netflix castlevania

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jinxxedmisery · 1 year

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Still simping for this boy... literally can't stop drawing him... help 🙃

Here's The reference btw...

#not a fanfic #art #artists on tumblr #beginner artist #castlevania fanart #castlevania #castlevania alucard #alucard castlevania #adrian fahrenheit tepes #adrian tepes #alucard tepes #alucard #my oc art #oc artwork #alucard x oc #adrian tepes x oc #Adrian Fahrenheit Tepes x oc

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freyanistics · 14 days

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It started off as a crack ship

It’s not becoming one now 😭

Art credit to trebol_draws on Instagram

#castlevania #alucard #alucard castlevania #alucard x black reader #oc x canon #adrian tepes

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castlevaniafanartist · 3 months

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Some ship art!

this is me and Alucard! First drawing is just us chilling LOL and last is us in our traditional Romanian clothing! 🤩 He's fr the only Romanian guy I like, he's so perfect ugh!

#adrian tepes #castlevania #castlevania netflix #alucard #castlevania fanart #fanart #alucard x oc #cc x oc #my sona #romania #castlevania alucard #small artist #small art blog #self ship #ship art #wallachia

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imafraidoftomorrow · 4 months

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As soon as I figure out how to write an extremely soft, emotional sex scene, it's over for all of the Alucard fans. My only goal is to make y'all sob

#finally getting back to writing for What Daylight Brings #and this chapter is going to be good #just you guys wait #alucard castlevania #alucard x reader #alucard x you #alucard x oc #alucard #adrian tepes #castlevania alucard #castlevania #alucard fanfiction #alucard fahrenheit tepes #adrian fahrenheit tepes #castlevania fanfiction

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panderp123 · 7 months

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🦇 Castlevania OC 🦇

Sebastian Sinclair

Commission by Lilou

•Name: Sebastian Sinclair

•Species: Vampire 🩸

•Age: 100+

•Gender: Male

•Occupation: Doctor 🩺

•Sexuality: Homosexual

•Traits: Kind, Patient, Friendly, Dedicated, Hopeless Romantic, Protective

•Shipped w/Alucard 💛

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➽Physical Appearance

🔹Species: Vampire

🔹Height: 6ft 4”

🔹Skin Color: Pale/Rosey

🔹Hair Color:Chocolate Brown

🔹Eye Color: Crimson

🔹Personality: Kind, Patient, Friendly, Dedicated, Hopeless Romantic, Protective.

🔹Hobbies: Reading, Piano & Hunting Animals

🔹Likes: Helping people, Spoiling his partner, Forests, Learning new medical techniques, Mm

🔹 Dislikes: Hunting Humans (only if they’re criminals)

🔹 Abilities: Reading Minds but only emotions.

🔹Backstory

During the 14th Century London was under siege by the plague known as the Black Death. Doctors were overwhelmed by the immense amount of deaths and body pits had to be created to burn the dead to kill the plague.

One doctor in particular was able to visit the estates of the most esteemed members of London’s aristocracy of the time. Although Sebastian preferred to aid the poor, it was much more dangerous than the rich.

On this one visit to the Sinclair Estate, he met the reclusive yet beautiful Countess Sinclair. She was a French woman who was visiting England but was sadly quarantined for her safety.

While Sebastian stayed he noticed some of her odd habits. Closed curtains during the day. Mysteriously disappeared outside at night. Concerned for her wellbeing during such an unpredictable time Sebastian asked her as a doctor if she was ok. The Countess brushed it off as a new routine since her husband’s passing but Sebastian wasn’t convinced.

One night he decided to follow her and on this night she, unfortunately, had a visitor. Not wanting to pry into her affairs Sebastian made his way back to the manor only to be shunted towards it at great force.

It was all a blur but there was a lot of blood, hissing, growls and screaming.

By the time Sebastian came to he found himself bandaged up and in his guest bedroom. Countess was sitting on the foot of his bed. She had to explain that her guest was an intruder and to save Sebastian she had to gift him with her bite.

Took a while for Sebastian to be convinced that he was now a creature of the night.

A vampire.

Stories only heard from far off Europe but there were some in England too. He was a bit scared unsure if he was her spawn or charge. Countess also known as Josephine, had grown fondness for Sebastian but he was his own free man. She did explain in a couple of decades he’ll have to understand that his family will pass on but he wouldn’t. She told him when this happens she would be honoured to be called Mother if he was ever unsure of how to describe their relationship.

Sebastian agreed eventually and as time went on so did his vampire skills especially a somewhat psychic ability of mind reading. It was a stronger variant of Empathetic Abilities. Protecting the manor from intruders was part of it and he did help the tenants of the Countess’s land with aliments.

Some decades later, one day a man of great importance had arrived with a woman. They did not give their names but heard of a vampire who was familiar with the field of medicine. The couple were very close and Sebastian helped the woman in particular a human to understand the medical care of the time. She was very persistent on one topic in particular. Reproduction of a Human and a Vampire.

This knowledge was uncommon in mainland Europe but a few cases did show up in England and Ireland which Sebastian was familiar with. The human woman had told him she knew she was with child and was unsure if her child was human or vampire. Sebastian explained that the child would be a Dhampir or a Daywalker Vampire. It would live off of both human food and the blood of its choosing. He told the woman she was going to be fine but to eat more red meats if needed as it was a substitute for well…blood.

The woman left some journals with Sebastian as a thank you. Some knowledge that was once lost to time was in his hands. Countess Sinclair had a moment of her abilities as the couple left. She was somewhat of an oracle so chances are she saw Sebastian being turned but didn’t know who was behind it.

Now she sees a beautiful blonde male with her son and a great amount of loneliness befalls this individual. The male was as beautiful as the human woman who was leaving the manor. Josephine also foretold a great sadness would befall the man who escorted the human woman. Do not leave her side, do not travel alone. The pair were a little perplexed by her fortune as they left.

As Sebastian held Josephine sitting her down after a vision it was then she told him who these people were. They were Lord and Lady Tepes. Sebastian instinctively felt that superiority washes over him. That feeling of something much taller than you being in your presence but it was power more than anything. Sebastian realised Dracula was in their home and his human wife was his patient. Thinking it was a once-off he doubted he’d ever see them again but Josephine was persistent about him meeting a man of beauty and blonde hair.

20 years later…

The fall of Dracula had reached England and thankfully the Sinclair family’s kindness and reputation helped them survive the uprising of vampires. Josephine advised Sebastian to go to Walachia to seek out Dracula’s castle. She had visions of the child, now fully grown alone and feeling a great sense of loneliness. Despite aiding humans and having tenants it was not the filling that empty void. Josephine told Sebastian this was Adrian Tepes more commonly known as Alucard. Take the journals of his Mother to him and your findings on child born as dhampirs it would be a heartwarming experience for Alucard to know someone who knew his mother.

Little did Sebastian know his Mother foreseen his immense love for Alucard and wanted her son to be happy.

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#alucard castlevania #castlevania #castlevania oc #Sebastian #alucard #alucard tepes #doctor #panderp123 #commission art #netflix #canon x oc #lgbtq #homosexual #bisexual #adrian tepes

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bakuliwrites · 8 months

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Television/Movie Fan Fiction Table of Contents

Disclaimer: 18+, Minors DNI!!!!!!

The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings

Upon a Forest Throne (18+): Thranduil x F!Reader, As Thranduil's Queen-to-Be, you worry his subjects will not accept you. So the Elven King takes it upon himself to show you just how worshipped you are. Tumblr, AO3

Jujutsu Kaisen

Work Hard, Play Hard (18+): Kento Nanami x Reader, Nanami is working overtime, until he sees a text from you that he can’t resist. Tumblr, AO3.

Milk and Honey (18+): Kento Nanami x Reader, There is nothing cursed in this room. Instead, this bedroom is a sanctum. A haven for their love. Nothing can taint it. Nothing can corrupt or befoul it. It is precious and sacred. Her heart, her soul, is his refuge. And his, hers. Nanami and his beloved enjoy a peaceful, sultry afternoon together. Tumblr, AO3.

Serenity (18+): Satoru Gojo x Reader, Gojo moves like liquid, even in this cramped space. His motions are seamless, the ebb and flow of his cursed energy mesmerizing. If you weren’t in the midst of exorcising the mimic curse right alongside him, you’d pause to watch. You can feel the voltaic thrum of his very soul with every powerful attack he makes. His wrath bursts in rays of light and his brutality is icy cold. You understand why Satoru Gojo is called The Honored One. He’s using minimal effort and still, his motions are awe-inspiring. You and Gojo go on what is supposed to be a simple mission, but are met with more than you bargained for. Tumblr, AO3.

Castlevania (Netflix)

Silver Scars (18+): Alucard x OC, After Sumi and Taka betray him, Adrian loses his trust in others; but, perhaps with the help of a dear friend, he can gain it back. Tumblr: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, AO3

My Hero Academia

Veins of Gold (18+): Dabi x Reader, On the one hand, he’s disgusted by how gentle you are; but on the other, Dabi feels a wretched gratitude. A desperate yearning for you to keep going. How long has it been since anyone has shown him any ounce of tenderness? Any iota of softness? You are the only one in his recent memory that has even bothered. And you do it not out of pity or sorrow. But so frustratingly out of love. Dabi hardly feels worthy. Dabi sees himself as a failure, but you are always there to remind him how loved and cherished he truly is. Tumblr, AO3.

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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Look, all I’m saying is…hear me out….

He looked at me like that, I’m enjoying those home-cooked dishes, laughing at his dry wit (sometimes bad jokes and cheesy flirting), reading and exploring the library, taking those nature walks, holding still for those portraits, braiding his hair and just everything else

#netflix #castlevania #headcanons #alucard castlevania x reader #castlevania x reader #alucard fahrenheit tepes #alucard adrian tepes #adrian tepes #adrian tepes x reader #alucard x y/n #alucard x you #alucard x reader #alucard x oc #malewife #manipulate mansplain malewife #I get to write more for Castlevania nocturne #yaessssss!!!#Castlevania nocturne

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azulazenin · 6 days

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Princess Mihaela of Styria and Prince Adrian of Wallachia – and of all vampires – around 1457, on a meeting arranged by Dracula and Carmilla. The point was introducing the little princess do Dracula's court and make it possible for the kids to become friends, since they were the only two living dhampirs in the whole world.

You can read their story on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49552465/chapters/125063038

Art made by punkedible on twitter

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ruiniel · 1 year

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I don't know who this is, but seems to be enjoying it

#alucard x oc #the brainrot is real #my doodles #adrian tepes x oc

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kiatheinsomniac · 1 year

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──── 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀 & 𝐀𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 ˊˎ -

☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: a commission from @mirroredpaladin of her OC and Alucard ♡

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Adrian 'Alucard Tepes x Mina Belmont (OC)

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3.6k

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: canon-typical threat, alcohol abuse

Your viridian eyes squinted in the darkness as you peered through the trees up ahead, vision spliced by branches and trunks. Were those lights in the distance? You remained wary as your hand brushed reassuringly over the hilt of the rapier at your hip, comforting yourself with the knowledge it was there and readjusting the strap of your lute over your shoulder. You knew that you had to be close to the Belmont Hold by now. But why were there lights up ahead? Shouldn’t it still be abandoned? And why was it so quiet? You hadn’t encountered a single night creature since your journey to the Hold began to draw towards its end.

Night creatures. Those servants of Dracula’s army were the very reason why you were returning to the ruins of your childhood home. You had spent long enough away, long enough surviving in your amateur – in the eyes of a Belmont anyway – monster hunting skills. You had seen enough homes burn, enough people die and you could only help so many of them. You needed to do more; you needed to hone your skills, bring them to others, reconcile with the past that you had been running from. It had been long enough.

Your eyes fought to see in the silvery moonlight as a cloud passed over the sky, squinting at the treetops as you continued down the path. Were those turrets? Surely not, your home never reached so high and even so it had been burned to the ground. But they didn’t look like the branches of trees either, they looked too distant. You trudged onwards with a newfound speed, eager to get to the bottom of this mystery and cursing the crescent moon for not providing you its full light.

You stepped over the underbrush, the sound of a familiar stream trickling nearby filling your ears. The flap and hoot of an owl nearby in the otherwise silent night. You spurred onwards as you drew towards the treeline that you knew would open up into the clearing wherein the ruins of your home and the Belmont Hold resided but you froze the moment you set foot on the grass, lush from not being overshadowed by trees.

Beside the Hold stood a great and terrible castle with pointed architecture that climbed up into the sky like a threat to breach the heavens. It stood menacingly tall, casting its shadows over the skeleton of your childhood home beside it and your eyes then caught onto the scaffolding surrounding where you knew the entrance of the hold to be.

You had been gone for a long time, yes, but certainly not long enough for anyone to build such a towering structure. And you knew of only one castle in the world which could move as if by magic.

Dracula’s Castle.

You froze for a moment as you considered your next steps. Going into the castle certainly wasn’t an option. You were in no shape to fight Lord Dracula himself but you were also weary from your journey and had a job to do. Instead, you made your way around the back of the Hold, sticking to shadows and keeping low whenever necessary.

A pulley system had been put up in order to lower anyone down into the gaping hole in the ground that now functioned as the door to your family’s hold. What a waste of all the magic that had once been put into its secret entrance. You could only assume that Dracula and his servants had destroyed the entrance as a means of bypassing its magic. But surely Dracula would know how to decipher such a lock? That didn’t add up and you took a mental note of it so that you might get to the bottom of it later.

You used the pulley system to make your way down what had once been spiralling stairs which had seemed such a task to ascend in your childhood. Thankfully, you found that the Hold itself was not in such a state as its entrance and so you began to sweep the hold, stalking the aisles of books, weapons, artefacts and trophies upon each floor before deeming that the remains of your childhood home were safe to sleep in.

You started a small fire in the fireplace, intending for it to just warm you from the cold outside and go out while you slept, before dragging a sofa over. You took out your blanket from your pack and laid it over your body, your sword on the floor beside you in case you should be startled awake in the night.

Your aching muscles sighed and unwound in relief at finally, finally having something other than the ground to sleep on. You had stayed at inns for the first leg of your journey but you found that it was far too costly and you had to prioritise food instead. It had been weeks since you had a pillow beneath your weary head.

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When you woke, the fire was out and it was noticeably colder in the room. The smell of wine and some other reeking bodily odour invaded your nostrils and you peered through your now messy copper hair to see a tall figure looming over you. Like a viper striking, your hand shot down to the hilt of your sword but you were unable to lift it, the man’s boot-clad food already stepping on the rapier’s blade.

Upon seeing your fighting instincts awaken with your mind and body, the man’s hand shot to your throat in an attempt to pin you down but you swung your legs up to kick him in the side of the head, making him stumble backwards. He fell into the armchair behind him and you tried to shoot to your feet despite the blanket tangled around your legs, your rapier now in your hand with its end pointed to the man. He simply groaned as he collided with the chair and his body language, paired with his smell, told you that he was drunk. Advantage to you.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” You asked, not wanting to hurt him in such a sorry state if you could help it.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He replied, rubbing the side of his now pounding head as he squinted up at you against the lights above your head. You didn’t miss the pointed fangs that peeked out from behind his lips when he spoke. He was a vampire – this surely couldn’t be Lord Dracula? Drunk and seemingly defenceless at the end of your blade. No, this couldn’t be him; so where was he?

“I’m here because this is my home… well it was. What’s your purpose-” the tip of your blade kissed his pale cheek, “-vampire?”

“I’ve met the last of the Belmonts and you’re not him.” His silvery eyed glared at you, the liar pointing her blade to him. Your breath hitched when a cool sensation pressed to your throat and your green eyes shifted to the side, seeing the hilt of the longsword that was hovering at your throat. Perhaps he had intended to make you stand down but, instead, your blade came to rest at his throat too. Now you were even. The sword to your neck had been such a shock that it took you a moment to process his words.

“You’ve met Trevor?” He didn’t miss how your eyes widened hopefully. He merely hummed a yes, “Where is he now?”

“Somewhere with his lady.”

“His lady?” Your voice asked quietly. Had it truly been so long that you didn’t even know you had a sister-in-law now? Hell, were they even married or just together? You’d been away from your older brother for too long, that much you were sure of. Okay, so this wasn’t Dracula and he clearly knew Trevor very personally. Just who was he? You would need his trust to pry out the answers to all of these questions that were flooding your mind. “In my pack,” You nodded your head slightly in the direction of it as you lowered your sword to your side, “there’s a coat in there with the Belmont crest on it.” The vampire eyed you warily before pulling out the coat from your pack and indeed finding your family’s crest upon it.

“How did you happen upon this?” He asked after examining it.

“Did Trevor really not mention me? Wilhelmina? Mina?” He merely looked unimpressed before recognition crossed his expression.

“Mina whose cat ran away?” He recalled when he had poked fun at Belmont’s family Hold, suggesting he might find mummified cats between the shelves and he had scoffed before making some comment about Mina’s cat actually running away. It was the only time he had mentioned your name.

“Yes!” You exclaimed. His sword left your throat, levitating vertically behind him instead. Now that he looked at you, he could see some similarities between you and your brother in the structure of your face, even if the colour of your hair and eyes were vastly different. He concluded that you must be half-siblings. Your face suited you more than his – or maybe Trevor was just a pain in the ass and that made Alucard a bit biassed.

“We should talk elsewhere about what we’re both doing here. You look hungry.” You opened your mouth to protest that speaking just here was fine but your stomach interrupted you before you could get a word out.

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You looked down at your empty plate of what had been rice and fish as Alucard downed the glass of wine he had poured for you but you refused. He drank his own and yours. Trevor truly had only mentioned you once in a passing comment? Even given how much time their trio had spent together, he really hadn’t told them about you. It was your own fault for running away, you knew, and it’s why you were back in the first place – to finally carry out your duties as a Belmont and to reconcile with your past, your big brother included. You never thought you’d be sitting at a dinner table with Dracula’s son either.

You were wary of the bodies staked outside, his reluctance to narrate who they were and his overindulgence in alcohol but he had described those bodies as ‘those who tried to betray me’. All you had to do was not cross him, it seemed. If he was as close a friend to your brother as he claimed to be, you had no intention of betraying him anyway. You were desperate to meet Sypha who sounded so collected and intelligent and who may well be your sister-in-law soon enough.

Trevor had left him to make something of the combined knowledge of the Belmont Hold and Dracula’s Castle. You were here to protect and tutor yourself in the knowledge of your family’s Hold. You both decided that you would stay in the castle but he had laid down a few rules. You stay in your designated section of the castle at night and he wouldn’t intrude on your space. At first you had argued that it was unfair that he had free reign of nearly the entire castle but he had reminded you that it was his castle now and so you could hardly protest that fact.

“Now that we’re both filled in on why the other is here, you should rest. I interrupted you earlier.”

“Right…” You stood from your chair and insisted on cleaning up since he had been the one to cook for you. It was a near sorry sight to watch him cook while clearly drunk but he insisted and the food had tasted fine enough in the end. “Good night, Alucard…” You murmured in the doorway, hoping that he wouldn’t overindulge himself in the alcohol.

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Living with Alucard had started off as much more difficult than you had anticipated. After your little chat when he allowed you to stay in his castle, he became very distant and you rarely ever saw him, let alone spoke with him. Any time you did see him, it was usually stumbling around the entrance of the Castle with an empty bottle or two nearby, spewing curses in Romanian like venom to the two rotting corpses on the doorstep. He stank and often left dirty dishes behind himself in the kitchen, never properly cleaning up after himself.

One day, when your hunger tore you away from your studies in the Belmont Hold, you returned to the castle to find Alucard passed out in the doorway. You had tried to get him to his room by throwing his arm over your shoulder once before when you found him like this but that had only earned you hostility, flashes of fangs and insults as he insisted he was fine and you weren’t to touch him as he stumbled back to his room. You couldn’t allow yourself to leave him on the doorstep but you also didn’t feel like having your kindness thrown back in your face either and so you stepped over him to collect a bucket and over him once more as you made your way to the little stream nearby to fill it.

Upon returning to the Castle, you promptly dumped the cold water over his body.

“Up you get.” You crouched down beside him at a safe distance, “You look a state and you smell it too. Consider this a prelude to the bath you should go and take.” He let out a long groan and glared at you from behind thick, blond lashes. “I get that you’re going through a tough time, Alucard but wallowing in stench and booze isn’t going to solve anything. Consider this me being cruel to be kind.”

“I don’t want your kindness.”

“You don’t want it or you don’t deserve it?” You threw back, knowing well how hard kindness could be to accept when guilt was gnawing at you. He went silent at your accurate observation, telling you all you needed to know. “How about this: you wash up so I don’t have to smell you anymore and I’ll cook dinner for the two of us? I never did get to return that favour after the first night here.” He stumbled to his feet and as much as you wanted to reach out to help steady him, you knew that he would still need a little distance.

“Sure…” He mumbled.

“There you go, I’ll see you in a bit, Alucard.”

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That was the beginning of you helping Alucard to heal. You would spend your evenings with him to try and curb his drinking and it seemed to work quite well. The two of you would even venture down into the Hold together and he would assist in your studies and research, learning many things himself along the way. Eventually, this morphed into the two of you grabbing some books from Dracula’s library and curling up at the foot of a sofa in front of a fireplace in some drawing room or another. On some nights, the books would be ditched completely and you would strum a tune on your lute for him, your voice filling the room.

He washed regularly now, would indulge in your company and you had a rotation for who would cook meals that day. He was healing, it seemed, even if he had yet to talk about what had made him want to drink so heavily in the first place. You knew not to push him too and you were sure he felt the same way. He didn’t completely trust you and you understood because you felt the same way about him, no matter how much you enjoyed his company.

Tonight was another one of those nights spent in a drawing room of the castle with a little pile of books nearby but your brain felt fried and you could no longer take in the words upon the pages, opting instead to mark your place in the book and lean back against the sofa. You reached for your lute, plucking each string to check that it had not slipped out of tune before Alucard took your hand in his, shocking you not only with his cool body temperature but the gesture itself. He himself seemed surprised at his boldness as a faint pink dusted his cheeks.

“Come with me; bring the lute.” He instructed as he rose to his feet and you followed suit. He reached for your hand again but with much more shyness this time, the back of his palm merely brushing against your before he hooked his little finger around yours and he led you through the complex corridors of the Castle that had served as his childhood home. He was being far more touchy than he ever had with you before and it made your heart flutter in your chest, pulse thrumming slightly in your ears as he finally led you to a grand dance hall. On the far wall was a short stage where a harpsichord stood and he led you over to it, pulling up a chair for you as he took a seat at the stool.

“That song you played last week, I learned it.” He gave a small smile and you adored the little flash of his fangs within it. He usually spoke in a way that mostly kept them concealed behind his lips but it was heart-warming to see him finally letting his guard down around you.

“Okay…” You replied, his smile spreading to your own mouth, “Let’s see what you’ve got.” Your fingers slid down the neck of the lute until they were in place and with a few taps of your foot to count down, a duet began to dance through the hall. It was incredible, that he had been so attentive to this song of yours that he had learned to play it by ear – truly also a testament to his skill but you supposed a noble like him would have had music implemented into his learning curriculum. You couldn’t erase the smile from your face as he turned to you by the time the song was done, the faint plucking of your fingers against the strings softening into silence.

“Mina… I really enjoy your company, I just want you to know that.” He was being uncharacteristically open with you and a large part of you was relieved by that because it felt like you were finally being given that needed push to do the same. The two of you had circled around one another in distrust for long enough, distrust had given way to reluctance and now it seemed that the two of you were finally giving in.

“So do I…” You replied honestly. You wanted to know more about Alucard, you wanted to know everything so that you could tell him everything about yourself but you knew that while tonight was a leap, it wouldn’t be the end of this prickly trust and, as long as he kept on smiling like he was now, you were more than content with that.

“You always play such wonderful music for me. Shall I return the favour tonight?” You set your lute aside and eagerly nodded your head, getting up from your chair to instead join him on the stool, keen to see how this instrument was played. And oh, how adorable, he seemed rather flustered by your decision to change seats.

Two hours passed like minutes and you found yourself leaning your head on his shoulder to watch his hands dance across the keys, eventually closing your eyes to just listen to the romantic melody until you could hear nothing at all. By the time the song finished, you didn’t flood him with compliments as you had with every other composition and so he turned his head just enough to see your eyes closed, lips slightly parted as you inhaled and exhaled steadily, asleep.

“My, I hope I haven’t bored you into slumber…” He murmured quietly, rather amused. Careful to not wake you, his hand reached up to caress your warm cheek, feeling your breath fan gently against his hand. To think: a Belmont falling asleep on the shoulder of a dhampir. But you weren’t just some monster hunter, no, he had seen your mindset through all these evening conversations with you and you did not see him as a monster. You saw the good in everything before you saw the bad, you believed that it was choice that made monsters, not nature. One could not help what they are born as but they can decide who they will be. You had reintroduced optimism to his life where he had allowed himself to drown in pity, loneliness and despair.

He didn’t know how to thank you enough.

He yearned to be closer to you but he still found himself unable to trust, knowing it would ruin him should you break his fragile heart that he longed to just place in your palms because it belonged there, with you. You had healed many of his wounds but he knew that the one healer he must depend on now was time. Likewise for you: he knew that there was a rift between you and Trevor, even if you hadn’t explicitly explained it to him. Adrian suspected that you were here to try and reconcile with him and so you would have to wait for your brother’s return to do so.

His hand on your cheek moved downwards to pick up a lock of your fiery-copper hair, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss, finding that any other sort of kiss would be highly improper. You were a lady and it was his duty as a man to respect that.

Adrian wanted so dearly to love you but he knew that he must learn to trust you first and oh the anticipation of it all could eat him alive.

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“Damn That Impudent Dhampir” - An Alucard Tepes X OC Fanfiction (Part 1)

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My eyes flew open, and I didn’t recognize my surroundings. Weakly, I sat up, and realized I was inside a covered wagon. I looked to my right. There was a man sitting at the very edge of the back of the wagon. His long, wavy blond hair cascaded down his shoulders, and mid-back. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of those blond locks, so very similar to my old friend’s. However, I doubted it was him. Slowly, I peeled my eyes off of him, and looked to my left. In the front coach box, I saw a red-haired woman sitting next to a buff brunette man, with messy hair. My wings slightly quivered with curiosity at who these people were. They didn’t seem harmful to me. Suddenly, memories came flooding back to me. I remembered I had been shot. I jumped a bit, gasping softly. I frantically looked down at my arm, expecting there to be even more blood. To my relief—and my surprise—my arm was carefully wrapped in some cloth, and tied very tightly. The bleeding had stopped. These people had found me, and mended me! A wave of gratitude washed over me, and I decided to muster up the courage to speak to them.

“Th-thank you!”, I said, a bit louder than intended.

Suddenly, the wagon came to an abrupt stop, causing the man on the back to nearly fall off. He gasped softly, and grabbed onto the side of the wagon.

“I-is she awake?!”, the red-haired woman asked, turning around to look at me and the blond man in back.

“She’s alive?!”, the brunette man added, turning to face me, as well. “I thought she was gonna be a goner!”

“Yes… she’s fine, obviously. If she weren’t, she wouldn’t be up and speaking. Even though she should be resting”, the blond man retorted, with some edge to his tone.

This definitely wasn’t my old friend. He wouldn’t have such an irritated tone when it came to me. He would surely recognize me. Right?

“Well, Alucard, it was just a question!”, the red-haired woman retaliated, before hopping off the coach box with the brunette man. They walked to the back of the wagon.

Maybe it could be just a man who happens to be named Alucard, and is also blond?

I slowly, and carefully made my way to the edge of the wagon, and the red-haired woman helped me get down from it.

“Thank you…”, I thanked her.

She nodded, and offered me a kind smile.

“What is your name?”, she asked me.

“I’m Lorena. Lorena Van Lovlin”, I replied.

“Oh. I’m Sypha”, she introduced herself. “And this is Trevor, and Alucard.”

I smiled a tiny bit.

“It’s nice to meet you, Sypha and Trevor”, I began. “But I caught Alucard’s name, earlier.”

“Good for you. Now, why don’t you tell us what you were doing out here in these woods? You weren’t spying on us, were you, pixie?”, Alucard interrogated me, in acid tones.

“Shut the hell up, dhampir. I doubt she could be following us while she’s unconscious!”, Trevor told him off, rolling his eyes.

Dhampir, named Alucard, who happened to be blond. As much as I didn’t want to believe it, part of me was starting to think perhaps this was, indeed, my Alucard. Sypha rolled her eyes at the two of them.

I then sighed, and wondered where I should start with the story of my journey, so far.

“It all started when I made the huge mistake of running away from home at 14 years old…”, I began, sitting back up on the wagon.

The three watched me carefully as I began to unfold the story before them, with my words.

“I ran away from home because I found out that my parents had lied to me about truly being my parents. I was angry that they had kept it a secret from me that I was adopted. I felt betrayed, and I felt as if they were trying to treat me as a child—keeping things from me, ya know? I should’ve known better, way earlier. I’m a half-pixie, for fuck’s sake, and both of my parents are human. Supposedly, my ‘aunt’ and my ‘uncle’ were actually my parents. My mother’s sister had a child with a man of the pixie species, and that child happened to be me. I found out from a local old woman who knew my ‘mother’, because I had began to grow suspicious as to why my parents were not of my kind”, I started. “So upon finding out that information, I ran away for about five years. In those five years, I ran around with a group of other rogue teens and young adults like me, hunting monsters. They weren’t much for family, but they were my friends. Soon, I started to feel guilty. I realized I had been quite selfish to just forget about all that my ‘parents’ had done for me, even if they weren’t my true parents. I came back to a horrible mess of bloodshed, the stench of death everywhere, and my house burnt down to ashes. The reason I’m out here in these woods is because I am on my way to slay the man behind the terrible arson on my village while I was away; Dracula.”

As I finished my story, I noticed all three of them immediately tensed up at my mention of Dracula, and the blond man stared at me with a deep intensity that unsettled me. Soon, they regained their composures, but fear still slightly lingered in their eyes.

“That’s… funny. We’re on our way to do just that��, Sypha told me, biting her lip in deep thought.

“Coincidence… but, part of me is under the impression that our paths were meant to cross”, Trevor added, shrugging, as he scratched his scruffy beard.

“Hmh. So, you’re after my father? Just as we are?”, Alucard questioned, his gaze less intense as before.

I turned to face him, again.

“Dracula is your father?”

He nodded, solemnly.

“Say… are you magical? You know, because you’re a half-pixie? Perhaps you could come with us?”, he asked me. “We’re going to the same place.”

“Trevor! You can’t just ask people if they’re magical, just because they have pixie blood!”, Sypha scolded him, jabbing him in the side with her elbow.

I laughed at the display between the two, and I shook my head.

“No, no. I promise you, it’s quite alright. After all, I do have magic”, I admit, nodding.

“Well, show us a little magic trick, then, will you?”, Alucard said, his tone impatient and slightly doubtful.

“Gladly.”

I snapped my fingers, and watched as Alucard’s hair magically fashioned into a braid, cascading down his back. I giggled as he gasped, clearly not expecting me to perform magic on him. Sypha and Trevor snickered at this.

“Agh!”, Alucard frustratedly ran his fingers through his hair, frantically undoing the braid.

“What? You asked, and you received…”, I retorted, with a raise of my eyebrows.

“Right. Whatever. Just get in the back, half-pixie”, he ordered, his face bright red with embarrassment.

Trevor and Sypha kept snickering quietly amongst themselves as they walked back up to the front of the wagon. With a smug smirk, I climbed back into the covered part of the wagon, and sat down on the blanket they originally had draped over me while I was unconscious.

“For the love of God… she magically fashions my hair into the style only schoolboys, and women would wear…”, he murmured under his breath, clearly annoyed.

I just smiled at this. However, a part of me felt quite sad. I knew deep down this was once the young boy I played with, but he had changed so much. My heart broke at the fact that he didn’t recognize me, at all. Perhaps there was a reason I didn’t see him again, until now. Maybe I wasn’t all that important to him.

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How I love you (Alucard [castlevania] / Reader

Summary:

You take a trip from Alucard's castle to the nearest town for some supplies and are met with unexpected resistance in the forest. Barely alive and on horseback, Alucard swoops in to save you and show you how much he loves you.

Air ripped through your lungs as you breathed quickly, feeling, with every breath, less air flowing within you. Your grip on your axe was only slackened by the thick, green, foul smelling liquid that covered the handle and blade. It was demon blood, the kind that were once human and were damned to walk the cursed lands of Wallachia again. The body of the beast lay before you, its head decapitated and rolled several feet from its hellish body. The screams of the beast could still be heard ringing in your ears. Even on the ground the bloody creature was almost twice the size of you, and it hadn’t gone down without a fight.

Sometime between being ambushed on your horse, Dawn, and killing the damned thing, you had serious thought that your life might end. The thought of your life ending in some random forest to a creature twice your size, would have been just another day, seeing as you were a Belmont. But as your swing got tired and your feet started to lose balance, you thought that not seeing Alucard Tepes, your lover of sorts, would have been most sad of all.

You’d given up on trying to get your breath under control, you had more important things to worry about, like the demon claw that was stuck in your side, and the blood that was falling from your head at an alarming rate.

“Dawn!” you called out into the forest. Quiet be damned, if there was another creature there waiting to finish off the kill, then you were not going down without a fight.

“DAWN” you yelled louder, feeling your chest burn from the pain as your vision began to double. Where was that damned horse?

A few steps forward had you feeling as if you were going to pitch forward and never recover. Walking all the way to the castle would not be a possibility. You were regretting now in the cold dark of the forest, your insistence that you go to the nearest town alone.

Adrian had been amused but concerned at your attempts to take off towards the nearest town in search of fresh foods and spices and cloths.

“Tis so cold in this bloody castle I fear sometimes I may die of the cold.” You said dramatically, hands on your hips as you looked down at the blond haired man who was gardening in the front of Dracula’s castle as if he were not a powerful Dhaphir but a farmer instead.

His smile graced his face and you couldn't help your own as he glanced up from his flowers to look at you.

“Do I not keep you plenty warm at night my love?” He asked softly, the hint of a smirk on his lips as your cheeks warmed.

“Well, yes.” you admitted quietly, secretly loving the content and amused look on his face as he returned to patting the soil around the flowers.

“Well then I do not see why your trip is necessary.” He said. “ Although I will not stop you, as if I could.” He smiled. “ I know that you can take care of yourself, I just want you to be careful.”

Before you could respond that you would, he looked at you again, making your heart skid all over your chest. “and I will miss you.”

And now, ambushed, cold and injured in the forest, you wished more than anything to be in bed with him, snuggled close and listening to his soft breaths in your ear. It was warm and safe with Alucard. And you always felt this terrible feeling that behind his eyes was a longing to not feel lonely anymore. And you wanted to fill that hole forever, to never leave his side and have that worry, that sadness etched in his face ever again.

A wobble in your knees almost sent you down, but you leaned backwards, a hand outreached for a tree to catch your clumsy fall. You gasped in pain as the claw that was stabbing your side shifted. Pain corrupted your eyesight as you tried to control your breathing again. Feeling the edges of your vision blur, the only thing that snapped you out of your stupor was the sound of horse hoofs, breaking branches in the forest.

“Dawn!” you gasped out, much quieter than before. “Dawn, come here girl!”

You heard the sounds until they were right on top of you. Through tear stained eyes you could see Dawn, restless in the forest but glad to see you. As if she knew that you wouldn't be able to slide into the saddle effortlessly as usual, Dawn sat down on her legs as you tumbled forward and fell into the saddle. As your injuries began to overtake you, the last thing you saw as Dawn trotted away was the tattered bodies of the demons you’d slain on the cold forest ground.

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Adrian was sure he’d never seen this many rooms in his fathers castle before. He had never been too interested in discovering what remained of his fathers madness within the magical metal walls, but with his inability to sit still, least he run out the door in search for you, canvasing the castle seemed like the best idea.

It had not all been for nought, the night before, when unable to sleep for thoughts of you and your safety, he’d found a ring, it had been tucked away so delicately it could only have been his fathers gift to his mother. His mother was one of the few things that his father held tenderly. It was a beautiful stone, and Alucard imagined he must have gotten it during his travels as a man across Willachia. It was a green emerald that sat prettily in the twisting and turning metal like the branches of a tree.

He knew immediately he would give it to you, give it to you with the promise that he would be yours forever. He hummed slightly as he fingered the ring in his pocket. He hoped you knew already that he was yours forever, a silly man blessed to follow you across the earth. He wondered if you knew he would rid himself of all things, even his fathers castle and go away with you, wherever you wanted to go. He feared the feelings he held for you would scare you away. Send you from him, so he kept them close to his chest.

And now he began to worry, that feeling of wanting to race through the castle and use his speed to run to the nearest town to find you, hold you, creeping up his spine again. You should have been back by now. It had been four days.

His worries were interrupted by the sound of horse hooves, breaching the trees. His supernatural hearing allowing him to hear the sounds from so far away. Without a thought he was zipping down the flights of stairs and out the front door of the castle within a breath. He stood at the foyer of the castle, glancing out into the distance. It was Dawn, a beautiful brown horse, coming at a slow speed towards the castle. Alucards heart fell to his knees as he felt as if something was horribly wrong. Racing across the clearing he got closer, steading Dawn as she was frightened at his sudden appearance.

“Shhh Shh girl its okay.” He said. Looking around the horse and to what he thought were piles of clothes on her back , he realized with a sickening twist of his gut, that it was you, laid flat against the saddle and unmoving.

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You woke to the smell of medicine burning your nostrils uncomfortably. You’d smelled it before, you’d had to apply healthy amounts upon your brother Trevor’s scars before, Sypha had come along. It was a thick and clear liquid that when applied to wounds stopped the bleeding and helped the skin grow back. With your eyes closed you thought to why you would be smelling that horrid smell now. And wish a gasp it all came crashing back you you.

Sitting up rapidly with a gasp you groaned in pain as your side throbbed. You felt immediately a cool hand on your own, pushing you gently back down onto the bed.

“You musn’t” Alucard said softly, his blurred image coming into your view as a few tears fell past your face. “You are not fully healed”

“Adrian” You gasped softly, reaching a hand out for his face. He held your hand in his with both hands as you rested back on the pillow. A flurry of emotions swept past his face and you couldn't place the look in his face now but it felt a little too close to that broken look you’d sworn to fix.

“I’m sorry.” You said suddenly trying again with great effort and the help of Alucard to sit up and face him. Tears were rolling down your face and stinging your eyes. “I’m sorry.” You cried before being warmly enveloped into his embrace, the smell of medicine replaced by the warm smell of Adian.

“You’re breaking a fever, Y/N “ He said softly in your ear. “ There is nothing to be sorry for.”

You sobbed into his chest, almost unintelligible. You were tempted to let his soothing hand rubbing your back lull you back into sleep but it was important he knew. Pulling away from him with some difficulty, he stared down at you, a poor attempt to hide the emotions in his face.

“It must hurt badly.” He was saying, wiping the tears from your eyes. You could see it in his eyes that he wanted to take away your pain from you and hold it. It ripped your heart to shreds.

“I’m sorry I wasn't careful enough.” You managed through tears, your throat tight and forehead woozy from the sudden movements. “ I was on my way back and they - they were waiting for me in the forest.”

You saw Adrian’s eyebrows furrow as you went on. “ I killed it but it had already stabbed me with its claw. I never meant.-”

You trailed off biting your lip hard. With a deep , painful breath you pushed on.

“ I never meant to leave you.” You said softly, and you saw Alucard's eyes widen and then soften again.

“I’m a bloody Belmont, always traveling alone and fighting the biggest monsters and never really caring if I died, if I died fighting. But this time- I didn’t want to die. I just wanted to be here with you.” You said smiling softly at Alucard’s blushing face. “ I want to be here with you always. And I love you.” you finished huffing out shallow breaths.

You had done too much moving and delirium and sleep were overtaking you again. Alucard leaned forward and you felt his lips on your forehead, and for a moment the only sounds you could hear were your two heartbeats. His slower and irregular like a Dhampir and yours wild and thumping.

“ And I love you “ he said so softly you could cry again. “Now you must rest.”

“Don’t go.” you whispered as your head hit the pillow squeezing his hand as you closed your eyes.

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The sting of the sun hitting your eyes woke you the second time. The medicine that had been lathered on you had hardened all over. It was cracking and threatening to split as you sat up in bed bones aching.

The room was empty, except for the pile of books next to the bed and parchment that lay rolled on the table next to it.

“Adrian ?” You called out hesitantly. He had super hearing and even if you had whispered, if he was somewhere near he would be able to hear you.

“Adrian ?” You said a second time and listened only able to hear the sounds of the large clock that chimed and vibrated through the castle walls. Pulling the covers back and experimenting with standing upright, it took you a few minutes to get on your feet.

Shuffling over to the stand you saw the names of the books that Alucard must have found in the castle, left by his father. Books on creating maps and strategies for building new towns could be found amongst the collection.

This wasn't a surprise to you as Alucard would often tell you his dreams of creating a new town. Making life in his fathers castle where there had been none. You could see that in a way he was trying to atone for the sins of his father.

Unfurling the parchment you glanced over his intricate and beautiful designs. The map must have spanned miles as you could see the nearest town over, Jalon. It had been where you had gone to gather your supplies. As you traced a finger back from Jalon to the castle, your eyes caught sight of a red inked X in the middle of the forest. You froze. This has been about where you had been attacked, however many nights ago it was.

A sudden thought that Alucard was knee deep in demons in the middle of the forest, sent panic down your back and lifted your feet out of the castle.

“Adrian!” you were calling frantically cursing your injuries that you were not able to hobble any faster around the castle.

Several painful minutes of hobbling and your body forcing you to take a break , you made it to the large entry doors of the castle. The doors were magic doors most of the time and there was some trick that vampires were able to do to get the bloody damned doors open. But you, a human, and a heavily injured one at that, had only one way to open the doors.

There was a lever the size of your entire body that laid to the left side of the castle. Hobbling over it you asked for the strength of your brother and Sypha to help you open the door. Pulling you heard a horrible crack that sounded suspiciously like the medicine around your cut.

“Fuck.” you whispered as you continued to pull the lever giving slack. The doors began to grind open in their old age and a slice of sun seemed to cut the foyer in half.

Looking down you confirmed that you had indeed torn your medicine holding and fresh blood, albeit much less than before, came dripping from your wound and onto the floor.

“Bloody fucking dracula and his big bloody fucking door.” You cursed stepping from the lever and putting your hand to your wound for cover. “ Stupid fukin castle in this stupid fucking forest !!” you shouted as the doors finally came to a close. You were feeling faint again, you would have to return to your bed for more rest at this rate.

“Y/N?” The sound of your name on the lips of the man you were looking for, had you looking up and at the foyer where he stood, covered in demon blood and dragging the largest looking demon you’d ever seen behind him. He was wearing his war robes, as you liked to call them and they were strained just like his body and face with the blood of whatever it was he was carrying behind him.

You began to see double as you leaned against the lever. Fuck.

“Y.N!” Alucard was saying as he zipped over to you, the unpleasant smell of demon blood filing your nose.

“I'm fine.” you tried to assure him although without him completely supporting you, you imagined you would not be able to stand at all. Alucard shifted and your legs were being swept off the floor and into the air.

“You’ve ripped the medicine” He was saying disapprovingly as you zipped through the castle at light speed. You were being supported by the bed underneath you again moments later, and Alucard was hooving close to your face the strong stench of demon blood in your nose.

You scrunched up your face and his face shifted from concerned to even more concerned. “Are you hurt ? Where ?”

“No it just.” you mumbled. “You stink love.”

Shock filled his face and he sat back for a moment, and the silence in the air was ruptured by the sound of both your laughter. You clutched at your side in pain as you laughed, feeling light headed.

Alucard’s laugh was deep, and long before he finally stood up.

“ I will clean up, then tend to your wounds. As long as I can trust you won't go speeding off from your sick bed.” he said, teasing but you could see the serious warning in his voice.

“You can trust me not to run off as long as you don't run off into the forest slaying night creatures.”

He smiled to himself, caught. “ Touche , love. I’ll be back in a moment. I promise.”

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The moment seemed to have stretched on and you realized with a jolt, that you must have fallen asleep. And now underneath your nose you could smell the medicine that was most likely re-applied in your sleep. And another smell, a familiar one.

You opened an eye slightly to get a peek of the room, and then opened them fully as you got a glance at Alucard, snoozing softly in the chair next to the bed. His legs and arms were crossed as he rested. His war robes were replaced by the softer woven shirts that you had made for him. He seemed to like them alot as he wore them often.

Almost as if he sensed your movement he began to shift and waken, his warm eyes landing on you.

“Hello my love”

“Hello.” you replied softly back. Now that your fever had broken and the chills had stopped you felt strangely sheepish in his company. A swell of feelings was burning within you that you hadn’t realized you had kept suppressed for so long. In the darkness of the forest, you’d realized that you loved Alucard. Well, you already knew you loved him but this was different. Something so overwhelming you worried it would knock you off your feet and drive him away from you. A mountain of feelings that seemed impossible to shift through, especially with his handsome face smiling sheepishly back at you.

Bringing his chair closer, you fought your closing eyes as he cupped your chin and swept his thumb gently back and forth across your cheek.

“Your temperature has gone down.” He remarked matter of factly. “ How are you feeling?”

You smiled at his sudden seriousness. “ I'm feeling much better, I’ve had the best doctor this side of Wallachia.”

It was his turn for his cheeks to warm as he turned his eyes away from yours. “ Well.. my mother did teach me everything she knew.”

“She must have been a great teacher.” you said, smiling when his gaze turned back to you with a reminiscent look in his eyes.

“ She was.” He paused. “ She would chide me about my bedside manners. She’d say , Adrian, you have to be kind, gentle with the injured. I didn't realize how callous I was until I made a sick woman cry once.”

You watched him as he seemed to be far away in another place where you could only hope to follow him.

“ I in no uncertain terms told her that she had months to live. I thought I was being kind. Giving her time to get her affairs in order, but I was blunt and careless in those days.” He finished, still seeming far away.

“ Well, I’m even more grateful, for your mother.” You said, your voice seeming to pull his thoughts from his memories so that he could gaze quizzically at you.

You put your hand on top of his that was still stroking your face.

“ Because of her, you saved my life, and you’re the most gentle and kind man I know.” You said. Immediately your heart picked up, wishing you could take it all back in one gulp of air. The mountain of feelings was rising in you and you’d let loose some of it. You scanned his face for something, you weren’t sure what. Disgust, regret? Loathing ?

But all you found there was a blushing Adrian who seemed to be stunned.

“ I- I don’t know- “ he began seeming to doubt himself. You sat up, slowly but this time without much help. You were face to face now, his cheeks reddening more.

“Its true.” You pressed on feeling the floodgates of your feelings bursting at the seams.

“The people of Wallachia owe you their life, you’ve fought for them, bleed for them. You’ve taken them in and are building a new city for them. You’ve been nothing but gentle to the souls you’ve touched. Mine most of all.”

You brought his hand up to your chest, laying it flat on your heart. Through his fingers you could hear it thumping wildly.

“ Two years I’ve been with you and you still make my heart beat this way.” you whispered. The air in the room felt like it could swallow you whole but you pressed on, wanting him to feel your love.

“I grew up sleeping under trees with a hand on my blade at all times.” You said. “ Beggars, Noblemen, fishermen, and townspeople alike were no kin to me. Just strangers that didn’t care if I lived or died, and neither did I. My thoughts were on killing the biggest monsters I could find or them killing me. But now with you… I think of the meals we will share together, the state of your garden you tend to so carefully. I think of silks and fabrics to make you softer clothes. I think of your warm arms around me as I sleep. I think of going towns over to buy you gifts and making this cold castle a home for us. I like slaying monsters, but now it matters to me that I make it back from my battles.”

The words were out of you faster than you could stop them and when you finished you almost felt winded as if you’d run a mile.

“I’m- Im sorry” you tried to recover quickly. “ If - if thats too much.” you almost whispered the last part. Adrian moved his hand from his heart and brought your hand gently to his own. It was beating much faster than it normally was. He was smiling now, it was lighting up his whole face and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“ Don’t be sorry my love.” He said so softly you could cry. “ I’ve… been meaning to tell you, how much you mean to me, but I guess I was too cowardice and you’ve beaten me to it.” he chuckled and shook his head.

His gaze fell upon you and you felt your breath hitch. “ When my father…..” He trailed off. “ I thought, there goes the human side of me. The side that my mother gave me. I thought what’s left ? This side of me that is like my father in his last days, smart, cunning, powerful, but violent, angry and alone. I felt like this castle's walls would do me in, and I’d become him , stalking these halls and cursing what I've lost, my humanity. But you… you showed me that I hadn’t lost that. You showed me a life free of that darkness, that I didn’t need to die in the same halls of my father but that I can love, just like he did, fiercely, even if it is the death of me. Even if it hurts to breathe when I think of losing you.”

A tear slipped from your eye and he wiped it gently from your cheeks. “ If you’d ask it of me, I’d follow you anywhere on this earth. You are the reason my heart beats, why my garden grows and this town will become a home.”

He moved his hand from your face, reaching into the pocket of his pants for something. You gasped as he pulled the emerald ring out and it shone in the sun. It was gorgeous. Taking your hand, you looked back at him.

“ I want to be with you, forever, Y/N.” He said as tears flowed freely now down your face. “ Will you have me?”

You nodded fervently, sniffling as you chocked out a “ yes, of course.”

With a smooth movement, he slid the ring up your finger and it rested there fitting perfectly. You leaned forward and caught his lips with yours basking in the warmth that spread all through your chest.

“ I love you. Adrian Tepes” you said your fingers twirling his hair as you gazed upon him, stealing kisses. “Even when you smell of demon blood.”

This earned you a deep laugh as he kissed you back smiling into the kiss.

“Thank the gods for that.” He whispered “because I love you too, Y/N”

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