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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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Hello! Can I ask for headcanons for alucard and greta (poly if posssible) in a relationship with a woman who is very caring and brave (pretty much like tanjiro from demon slayer).

It can be both sfw and nsfw if its not too much.

Thank you!

Sure thing!!

Tags 18+ for smut implied

You were a co-leader/co-worker with Greta during the days and nights when demons attacked Danesti

You and her had a close friendship that grew into something more, and when the going got touch for her, you picked up the mantle and then some to offer the slightest bit of reprieve for her.

Once the mysterious Alucard arrives and helps your village, you both want to see what he’s got to prove

Gods above does he deliver and then some!! The gestures, the talks, the protective streak and the chance to just laugh and converse.

She’s always admired you for your own qualities and your cheeks heat whenever the dhamphir flashes his eyes towards you.

He’s seen how you two have interacted with each other, and he’s be lying if he denied the growing attractions he felt for the both of you

Both you and Greta invite him to be a part of your union, and this dhamphir couldn’t have been happier

Every day and every morning, you make sure that the other is loved and cherished. Always shown the fullest extent of your appreciation and deep desires.

The nights leave you all panting and wanting. Bodies glowing with the sheen from your love-making and marks that show the wantonness

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anonymous-20-16 · 2 years

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cass: prince adrieta sent u a massage of worning?

amren: *defensively* it is a thing friends do!

everyone: .......

#acowar #amren #cassian

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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Writing ✍️ Updates

Been a bit on the vacation scene here and there, but I have a few updates that have been LONG OVERDUE since last

CR/Writing Drabbles

Gretacard Prompts

If you’re an Ever After fan, you’ll love this one ☝️

Stranger Things

Been following the Kas vs Vecna theories and I have some thots 👀 💭

Thor: Love and Thunder

The found family trope got to me, ok??

Alucard’s Amores

Compilation of some prompts I’ve received in the inbox for the classic blonde dhamphir

Dragon Age

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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Made a lil thing in picrew with the stereotypical love struck pink hue

#castlevania #alucard farenheit tepes #alucard adrian tepes #Adrian tepes #greta of danesti #castlevania greta #greta danesti #alucard x greta #greta x alucard #gretacard #gretacardedit #adrieta #tenesti #💛💚#picrew

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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not over

Summary: Greta of the affluent Danesti family had a love from long ago. When she faces a marriage that seems perfect to everyone except her, she finds her way back to the arms of one from before. A summer love that stayed with her for many years.

Pairings: Greta x Alucard, The Notebook AU

Word count: 359

Read here on ao3

It was a sunny day for them both. Almost as if the sun was shining for their last time together, or purely coincidence. But gods above did he look a sight when the rays were on them.

Blonde locks tied back, white shirt rolled up and the hair that only accented such a face. Greta could feel the heat rising in her face as they made small-talk in the simple boat he rowed.

Eyes darted back and forth between the shimmering lake kissed by trees, the basket of flowers and bundles that reminded her of home and heritage, and him. Adrian. The summer love she didn’t think she was compelled to find again.

The storm clouds that gathered began to cluster above them. With a few cracks of thunder, the sky began to darken and a few rain droplets became a deluge. Greta frantically seized her sweater cover in a feeble attempt against the shower until her eyes met Adrian’s.

And they both laughed. Of course it would rain on them. Nothing was ever guaranteed or expected for them, but Greta and Adrian had no cares left until they reached the pier to dock. The joy ceased for a moment as they tried to grapple with what truly kept Greta tethered to him.

“Why didn’t you write me? Why? I waited for you for seven years! And now it’s too late!” Strutting to where she was on the pier, he spoke his piece. Adrian didn’t know what compelled him to confess, but in this moment he knew he was not the same boy, and she not the same girl as before.

“I wrote you 365 letters. I wrote you for every day of the year!”

Her heart beat as if it was about to burst from her chest. Nothing made sense now, but she pressed on. “You wrote me?”

“It wasn’t over then! Still isn’t over now!” Greta didn’t realize what was happening next. Just that his lips were on hers as she was pulled close into him.

He tasted just the same as before even as the rain washed over them. Sweet and warm, just like coming home.

#castlevania #fanfic #writeblr #alucard farenheit tepes #alucard adrian tepes #Adrian tepes #greta danesti #alucard x greta #greta castlevania #greta of danesti #gretacard #💚💛#tenesti #adrieta #the notebook #the notebook au

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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merry May days

For day 4 of @domaystic , Alucard and Greta have a bit of a cozy morning in.

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38780415

Shockingly, it wasn’t the sun’s rays that woke her up this time in the morning. Light, feathered kisses danced on her bare skin as Greta started to stir awake. If it wasn’t the kisses that woke her up, then it was the full form embrace of his sculptured body and sheets that woke her up fully.

She let out an exasperated laugh as she felt two large arms engulf her.

“Must you always come up with new ways to wake me up, or do you enjoy being this insufferable?”

The ever-familiar dry laugh that she loved so often echoed in Greta's ear as a curtain of blonde hair surrounded her face.

"Well, I've never heard you complain, my dear.

Rather I'm more familiar with the ever beautiful sounds you make during our nights." Greta scoffed as she lightly hit him with a pillow to her side

"You are insufferable."

Alucard laid across her, laughs and all as he showered his love with kisses and arms that held her tight to him. His Greta, his love. The one that mended his heart together and helped renew a family with him and his best friends. His love was strong and it burned fervently to her, but in these moments the soft glow within his heart echoed from the morning sun.

After a few quiet moments, he ceased in his affections before rising from the bed.

"I'll fetch us breakfast, love. I forbid you to move until I get back."

She smirked with hands up in a mock surrender.

In the kitchen, Alucard had a plan set out for what he wanted to present. Sentimental actions was always something he had seen amongst his parents, and his emotions only spurred him on to act on that. He filled a wooden breakfast nook with a plate of the sweetest red fruit, cups of hot tea, a small floral arrangement tied with ribbon and bits of the trees that gathered in the wood, all topped off with folded napkins held by a stone clasp.

Making his way back to their shared room, Alucard still felt the same infatuation as before seeing her lounging figure. Perhaps she should wear that sheet day in, day out. Suited her beauty more than the usual garbs.

"I've come bearing gifts, my queen. And as Lord of the castle and home, I forbid you from working to the bone this day."

Greta softly chuckled as she took her tea and a bite from her piece of fruit.

"And what if I resist, oh sanctimonious Lord?"

He leaned forward and took a small bite from the fruit in her hand, smiling at Greta's faux shocked expression.

"Then I shall have no choice but to keep you here all the rest of the day. After all, how bad could such a sweet punishment be?"

#domaystic2022 #day 4 #castlevania #alucard x greta #adrian tepes/greta #adrieta #tepes x danesti #tenesti #💛💚#💛💚❤️#greta danesti #greta of danesti #castlevania greta #alucard fahrenheit tepes #gretacard

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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Credit to @kundool for this lovely commission.

A modern AU, with coffee and the morning rise to start the day, meant to try and encapsulates all of the themes from @gretacardweek

Sunshine morning relaxation after dancing under the moon all night at Dracula and Lisa’s masquerade party. Greta’s sweet pomegranate perfume still lingering from her Cyrene costume, and Alucard’s spice cologne reminds her of him as Apollo. Forever immortalized in the photo booth snapshots on their nightstand.

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demigoddessqueens · 3 years

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Post S4, Who’s to say Alucard won’t recreate his family portrait from memory and then make a new one alongside it with his Belmont-Danesti fam?

💛❤️💚🖤🧡💙

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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I love when it’s sunshine ☀️ and sunshine protector 🤲☀️

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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Day 1, Prompt 1 - Let Me Take Care of You

To kick off @gretacardweek , Alucard has to be sure his love gets the R&R she needs (and more than deserves 👀) AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34865866

Running a village was not the easiest job for one woman. Greta appreciated the help that some offered from time to time, but most of the duties still fell on her shoulders. It’s not that she wasn’t grateful for finally having an established home, but it was hard sometimes, even with the nightmares from the attacks still lingering in her sleep.

She didn’t want to alarm Alucard, let alone the children of the village, as they all still had much on their mind. Thinking it through, talking to herself, even journaling it seemed to be mediators at best until she couldn’t hold it in any longer.

It happened on one particular day. The rains were relentless and everyone retreated into the confines of the castle for the time being. Seeing as that some work could finally be done without being called to the work outside, Greta tore endlessly through the tasks that were sprawled across her desk.

Initially it didn’t seem much at first, until pamphlet after pamphlet just begged for more of her attention. It never ended! Just for once, she would like a day to go smoothly and not have this desk over piling with material that made her ache.

With a final huff and loud grunt, Greta threw down the hundredth pencil she had gone through. Head in hands, she sighed heavily as she tried to clear her head. She wanted to do right by these people, but sometimes it had to be enough. All of these people counted on her and she couldn’t let them down, not after they’ve come so far.

Lost to her own thoughts, Greta didn’t hear him walk into her study. It wasn’t until Alucard placed his hands on her that Greta swiftly turned her head towards him. “I’m sure that those who depend on you would want you to rest. I know I would want you to.”

Greta offered him a small smile as she placed her hand over his. “I appreciate your concern, but there’s these plans today and then who knows…” She was cut off by a gentle, soft-lipped kiss on her cheek, a warm blush rising on her skin.

“It’s not that I’m telling you. I’m asking for your permission. Can you let me help? It pains me to see you like this.” The last time the ethereal dhamphir said such words to her, it saved her life and that of countless others. The look in his eyes tugged at her heartstrings.

Extending her hand out to him, and looking forward to a night of relaxation for the first time in a while, Greta let herself surrender to the care of the man who graciously chose her and kept her in his heart everyday.

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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Day 5, Prompt 5 - Feels Like Home to Me

For day 5, prompt 5 of @gretacardweek . The otherworldly parts of Alucard are her most favorite. AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34943593

His scent was more intoxicating than anything else to her. Sweeter than the fruits that grew on the trees, and a spice smell that was richer than any spiced wine she had in her life. It was comforting, in its own way, but it was something that Greta could call her own.

He wanted to be her own. He wanted her as much as she wanted him, and it was an unfamiliar feeling that Alucard was still not used to. Yet, it was a comfort they found in each other. Something about the way she looked at him, how her eyes followed the smallest of movements around him or how she just naturally reacted to him.

Her touches, embraces and kisses just felt so natural. And oh, how he wanted to just melt into her touch. Every day and every night began and end with her touches, a sweet caress that let him know he was safe.

She was his home, and he would walk through fire if he so desired for her. When Alucard heard her say that she could smell his magic, it was the beginning of the depths of his affections for her. Greta accepted him, didn’t think of his any different, and held him in equal regard as he did to her.

To him, she was the example of the ones who were better in this world. The ones that his mother always saw the good in. For the first time in a while, Alucard realized what she had meant when his mother proclaimed to “be better than them.” Be kind, be caring, be loving.

Though he smelt of spices to her, there was only one way to describe what Alucard felt for Greta. Home. She was his home, and after the cold loneliness that occupied him and his father’s house for so long, it finally felt warm and protected.

A home with a warm hearth that smelt of spices, and a sweet yet soft nostalgia that was always welcoming to others.

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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Day 4, Prompt 4 - Coffee and Calligraphy

For day 4, prompt 4 of @gretacardweek; a meet cute at the coffee shop turns into a date. AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34925710

It was always like clockwork for him. Same time in the morning rush hour, same black coffee order and butter croissant. The tall, fair-haired stranger with the ethereal good looks and crisp clothes. Greta looked eagerly at the clock, counting down the seconds until he arrived.

In all honesty, she would’ve been lying if she said she didn’t have a bit of a crush on him. She just hoped she wasn’t as obvious as her best friend claimed she was.

“You’re staring again”, Marius snickered as he walked over to her counter, still finishing off the remains of his blueberry muffin and cappuccino. Marius Gharbi, who owned the tattoo parlor next to Greta’s flower-coffee joint shop. It was a business plan the two best friends had set up, with Greta lending the occasional hand with his clients’ more artistic tattoo designs.

Greta laughed in response to his teasing, leaning against her desk. “It’s not staring….he’s just not here at the exact time he usually is.” Marius rolled his eyes in her faux attempts to dodge his teasing. “Oh, so you’re keeping tabs on him now? Didn’t think that was a thing for couples, or whatever you call yourselves nowadays.”

Greta only laughed harder as she shoved into her friend’s shoulder. Just then, the one she was anticipating briskly walk through the door. Only a man such as tall and elegant as he could make flushed and flustered still sexy in the early hours of the morning. Greta noticed Adrian’s coming in and made her way behind the counter. “Well someone’s in a bit of a rush this morning.”

Adrian Fahrenheit Tepes, heir to his father’s conglomerate businesses and corporations and a polyglot like his mother, let out one of his most undignified laughs. Any other occurrence, he would have been embarrassed of his laugh, but seeing the reaction upon the young woman’s face made him think otherwise. Was it just the adrenaline kicking it, or was his heart beating faster than normal?

Greta quickly prepared his coffee, before handing the sleeved cup to him. “Well, don’t worry about that too much this morning. Lucky you have me to run and look out for your life now. Go ahead and take this for today, on the house.” Adrian smiled softly at her kind gesture, a light blush coming across his cheeks. “Thank you…Ms. Danesti.” “Oh, it’s just Greta, only Greta here.” Alucard took one of her hands into his, a gentle shake goodbye before he departed. “Goodbye, Greta. May your day be well.” As he pulled away and made his way towards the exit, Greta noticed something in her hand.

A small, folded piece of paper wedged between her fingers. Confused at the gesture, she unfolded the piece to some of the most visually pleasing calligraphy she had seen with a phone number written at the bottom.

I’ve noticed you for quite a while now since I’ve visited, and want to get to know you better. Would you want to go to dinner sometime?

Smiling deeply at his gesture, Greta perked her head up at Marius’s amused laughter. “Well, it seems that he finally made his move.”

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demigoddessqueens · 3 years

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May 13 is officially their anniversary!!

Also the wiki image is from the official Wikipedia page when you google Castlevania 👀💚💛

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demigoddessqueens · 3 years

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Just saying….👀

Gretacard Met Gala 💛💚

This dhamphir

And Greta effortlessly pulling off this/that ✨iconic✨ dress 👗💚

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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Day 7, Prompt 7 - The Heart Will Go On

For day 7, prompt 7 (last day 💔) of @gretacardweek , a throwback to my Titanic AU for the loving pair. AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34992916

Adrian could still feel the ice water prickling at his skin, and it would get worse when the night came. The nightmares still plagued them both, hands still reaching out to the other just to feel if the other was still there. This particular night was one that proved troublesome for Greta. Her pleading whines and cries still said the names of those who she tried to save, Marius’s name being repeated in between.

Alucard reached over to her thrashing form, trying to calm her down. “Greta! Greta, please! It’s me, it’s just me. You’re not there anymore…you’re not there. It’s just here, with me.” Greta could still feel the ice cold water prickling her skin, like a million knives that came upon her body all at once. The deathly cold grips of the water, the pain from the splinters as she gripped onto the board, and her dear friend.

The one she loved as her own family, her own brother, Marius Gharbi. The ice and cold that sunk its claws into him as he held her to the board, giving his own to let her go on and live hers. Her wet eyes and protesting hands were met with the caring ones of her husband who tried to calm her down. Frantically, she opened her eyes, chest heaving with deep breaths and forehead beaded with sweat.

Adrian knew that these dreams still plagued her, and though he couldn’t help her fight them off as much as he wanted to, he would try his damnedest. It pained him to see her like this but all he could do in this moment was try and hold her. Brushing her hair through his fingers, Alucard held her close, trying to offer whatever meek words of encouragement he could offer.

Greta’s breathing began to even out, eyes slowly opening to the arms of her husband that gently engulfed her. Realizing what had happened again, Greta’s shoulders gently shook with her soft sobs. Just when she thought that the past was behind them, its ugly head reared up from time to time.

Compelled to speak, Greta tried to manage words past her choked throat. “Is it wrong for us? To keep on living, when we’re here….but the rest of them…all of them. And Marius too.” What could one say to that? His wife’s words weighed heavy on his heart as he sought to comfort her. Holding her close, hands cupping her face, Adrian peered gently into Greta’s golden ones before he spoke.

“I cannot speak for them all, especially the ones who we’ve lost…but I do know this. I know that they cared and loved for the ones they had back home. Marius too.” Greta clenched her eyes shut and collapsed into her husband’s form. Adrian held her close, his face buried within her hair as his own tears fell onto her locks.

“He did not make his sacrifice in vain, and I miss him terribly as much as you do, I do know this….he wanted you to live your life. He wanted you to live a long life, and to be happy in it because it’s what’s you deserve.”

Her soft tears fell gently against his sleeping clothes, shoulders shaking as her sobs filled their bedroom. It was still months since that dreadful night, but it seemed that the point of getting better in life was a mile away. At least both man and woman who found each other on that voyage could endure together.

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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Day 6, Prompt 6 - Young Gods

For day 6, prompt 6 of @gretacardweek , an alternate universe with humans and the supernatural and fantasy, and a love story at the center of it all. AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34959796

From an early age, Alucard knew that he was different. The son of an immortal being cursed by an eldritch demon, but also son to a healer as well. Rather than staying hidden in the shadows, he and his family were their own people though it was a lonely life. All other beings, mortal or immortal, knew of him and his lineage.

Kings, queens, leaders, the Church, even other beings with magick in their blood, kept a wide berth to the Tepes family, lest they wanted to face the wrath of the one closest with Death himself. It was a lonely life for Alucard, one stricken with fear and hesitancy wherever he went on his travels.

It was always the same looks on other’s faces, filled with doubt or ready to launch in any attack if he were to ever blatantly show his differences. Traveling appeased his mind for a while, and there were those in his mother’s clinic who were at least cordial to him, but it still felt lonely. A coldness that just seemed to linger around him, repealing away any warm gesture or at least an attempt at one.

He didn’t blame the others who he came across, not his parents, and not himself. It was just how things seemed to be, though it was a harsh reality Adrian did not want to accept completely. It left him wandering, yearning, always searching for more, and it led him to a certain wood.

Little did he know that there was one who was equal in every way and more. Greta, of the Highborn Good People, the eldest and most distinguished bloodline of the Fae. Hailing from the Mavka, and a patroness of the local Danesti village where she and her distant kinsmen resided. The eldest and next in line to the throne, she was the strongest magicks wielder of her people, and she always felt most in her element within the heart of the woods.

One particular afternoon had her mind wandering, leading her to the woods. She was always the strongest in her natural element, more so than the one she called brother, Marius. A particularly chilled evening kept her focused on her meditations for the remainder of the day, eyes slowly drifting as she felt the sleep overtake her. The snow fell gracefully not long after slumber claimed her, a testament to what Great could wield even in her tranquility.

It was not long until Alucard came across her path during his trek in the wood. He didn’t know what it was, call it concern or just the natural pull of fate that was meant to tie them together, but it felt out of body as he curiously made his way over. The closer he got, the more of Greta’s likeness stood out to him: a calm, beautiful woman completely in her element who held all the power and more than she ever realized.

He knelt down beside her, still caught in whatever admiration was budding within him. Greta sensed another here beside her, and her eyes opened to the sight of the blonde-haired man beside her. She didn’t know what force compelled her to him.

Maybe it was the magic her ancestors preached of, or maybe it those from old tales she heard, but she felt drawn to him. For what reasons neither knew just yet, but they had centuries of life and the gift of immortality to find that out on the journey together.

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