#castlevania fanfic

[2kmps]

A Simple Nocturne

alucard|adrian tepès x reader | 3.3k

synopsis; following the defeat of his father by his hand, you notice alucard becomes withdrawn amid an uncertain future. you take his hand, unable to bear the suffering he endures in silence.

story warnings; mentions of patricide, alucard in mourning, erotic content that isn't really explicit, written in 2018, sotn-coded alucard mostly, mdni!

At his insistence, he was often in your company for a few sparse moments while the moon was at its highest beyond the spires of the castle and coverture by clouds. You couldn’t say you were a fool to the layout of the castle any longer, and even once telling him so, he still offered to walk with you through the dismal corridors, guided by the dull flicker of candlelight from the candelabra in his grasp.

These were the moments with him that you cherished the most, the only ones he seemed willful to indulge you in. Following the defeat of Dracula by his own hand, you thought his eyes had grown colder than any hellish winter, reflecting the nebulous traces of his thoughts. He stood within your grasp these times almost always, and yet he was so far away from you.

Even as he walked alongside you, the halls comfortless and abysmal aside from the synchronic tap of your footfalls across cold stone that reverberated endlessly off the walls and carried on as though a voice growing more distant, you felt alone.

You could feel his presence beside you, his languid strides easy enough to keep in pace with, the tail of his coat nearly dragged the floor and wound his legs, and if you were to sidle just slightly nearer, you would be touching him.

He seemed a ghost; residual and purposeless, a man with nothing else he could possibly lose and yet for some reason even unknown to him, he continued living on.

The sweet glow emanating from candlelight cast across his face and showed to you a haunted man, an otherworldly beauty that captured the pallor and translucency in his skin, the glimmer of hair like tinsel, and a gaze with faint shine that swayed towards you.

You quickly looked away towards the worn tapestries adorning the walls and the many doors mirroring one another as you passed. However, after a moment, the discomforting echoes in the hall tapered into nothing as you both stopped before one door in particular.

“I feel like it looks different every night.” You said, fingertips curling away from the brass handle wrapped in the night chill. “I sort of feel like switching up rooms again. That alright with you?”

“You’re free to do as you wish, that has not changed.” Alucard gave his brisk reply. Perhaps if this had been your first encounter with him, you would had thought him rude, but there was no ill-intent behind his words.

And by the dimming glow from the flames, you could feel his gaze waver at the slightest, lips twitching at the corners as though trying to search for something more to say. You wondered if he thought he presented an unperturbed, impenetrable, always stoic demeanor that you couldn’t see through. It was likely of little comfort to him when your eyes pierced straight through him; those feelings, those things he perceived as his own weaknesses wore on his sleeve and made your heart tremble as well.

“Tomorrow, then.” He spoke at last, taking one step away for you as he turned. There was a reluctance in his movements, a lethargy as though realizing once he left, he would be alone again.

You couldn’t bear his suffering any longer.

“Adrian, enough of this.” You caught his wrist, jarring him to a halt while his eyes shone in surprise. “Enough. Please just talk to me about how you’re feeling. Whatever you’re going through. You’re not well, you haven’t been in sometime.”

The walls were crashing down around him, the facade was quick to melt away as his face began to twist as though anguished. “I’ve nothing left to say that’s worth taking your time.”

“That doesn’t matter to me, you damn fool.” You searched for his fingers, twining them together as the large door gave a suffering wail. Your first steps backwards into the room were met with resistance, the full length of his arm outstretched, lingering at your doorway with the candelabra leveled at his waist. “You can come inside. Please, just talk to me. If not for yourself, then just don’t let me be alone.”

And so, led by the warmth of your hand, he ventured in the darkness of your room. The brass handle gave a rattle as he closed the door behind him, freeing his fingers from your own to set the candelabra aside on the first table that caught his eye. Despite the black air that encompassed you, you navigated the room easily enough, feeling for the candles and dainty lanterns you kept at your bedside for convenience.

You turned your head towards the sound of scuffing fabric, managing just then to coax a lantern alight, basking the spacious room warm, dancing hues that didn’t quite reach your doorway. It pleased you, however, when Alucard emerged from that nothingness without his coat, shadows seemingly dissolving from his shoulders as he fiddled with the cuffs of his shirt.

The bed barely emitted a creak as you flopped atop of it, legs crossed under you, giving the spot before you a eager pat. “Sit right here and tell me what’s on your mind. I’m all ears.”

His fingers froze at the buttons on his sleeves, eyes swimming across the room as though cautious there might be others listening, observing you both. That feeling stayed with him even once he joined you on the bed, his presence little more than a slight dip in the mattress.

You scooted closer to him. “There’s something I’ve been curious about, Adrian. With, you know, everything that has happened. Are we—Are you going to stay here indefinitely?”

“Even I cannot foretell the future.” He hunched forward, arms draped across his thighs. “What it is I should do against what I feel I should, I think of them often. My bloodline is cursed, what good to the world has come about it?”

He said this one other instance, though your memories of that day were vague, dreamlike even. You only recalled roaming Dracula’s castle with him, and then the next awakening in his arms to a brilliant sunrise and a sprawling, glittering sea. That beauty was marred by his overwhelming grief, though his tears only glistened at the corners of his eyes, never falling.

“I don’t think you’re cursed, Adrian.” You said, reaching forward to give light strokes his arm. Through the thin fabric, you felt his muscles tense against your touch, his eyes fixated on yours. “You’re a good man who wants peace, who sacrificed so much, who loves his family more than anything else… even after everything.”

Those words seemed to soften him as his shoulders lowered, tresses of gold falling across his chest.  The shadows deepened in the creases of his brow, and even though it pained him for you to see his composure chip away, he could not will his gaze away from you. Not now, and not when the tears seared his eyes, clouding his vision until the your face was no longer discernible to him.

“Oh, Adrian.” You found your voice cracking, his despair so palpable that it made your bones ache. It wasn’t any thought in your mind to wrap your arms around him, nestling your face against his chest to smother your own tears. “None of this was your fault. Not what happened to your mother, nor your father. This isn’t something you have to deal with on your own.”

You had never felt so much rigidity in his body more than you did in that moment. Clearly, your response was unexpected, your touch even less so. Despite this, he let his vulnerability show, body trembling as you smoothed your hands across his back.

His fragility was heartbreaking, and thought it was not so, he felt so much smaller than yourself.

“I... I am tormented by it every night. By my mother’s death, seeing it again.” He whispered shakily, taking a moment to ease his breaths. “And by taking my father’s life by my own hand. I remember so vividly still, at the end before his death, he had a moment of clarity. He wanted forgiveness that I could not be the one to grant.”

“Adrian—”

When you felt his arms surround you, holding you flush to him as his chin rested atop your shoulder, you thought the air had been knocked from your lungs. How long had it been since he held you like this?

“Is this the fate I’m meant to endure? The knowledge that I was useless to save my mother, and my father was slain by my hand? Isn’t a fate where I seal myself away from the world something to rejoice?”

You couldn’t listen to this anymore.

“Adrian, my love, that’s not the answer!” you snapped, that outburst startling him long enough for you to slip your arms between your bodies to take the sides of his face in your hands. “Please, don’t talk about yourself like that. You’re still grieving, and there’s nothing wrong with that. But, you need to accept that you’ve always done everything you could.”

His arms loosened from your waist, yet he still would not let you go. A smile tilted the corners of your lips as you traced your thumbs under his eyes, swiping away his tears. You were doubtless that you could offer him little comfort in alleviating all of his agony. 

The only one who could bring that war in his heart to a standstill was himself, you could only do this and hold his hand when he needed it.

Aside from the drum of your heartbeat in ears, the room was void of noise. You indulged in that silence, mesmerized by the softness of his skin that still held traces of warmth, and glisten in his eye that you wanted to believe stemmed from something other than tears.

He was entranced just as much by you, leaning his face more to one side against your palm, though you noticed the way his eyes drifted down your face.

It was an invitation that you eagerly took.

The feeling of his lips against yours was something you had craved for a time, foreign for you both, though his reaction was much more genuine. He was unsure, startled even that you had decided to kiss him. His face remained still in your hands as you moved your lips to the corner of his mouth, feathering upwards towards his cheeks, to the tip of his nose, and then once again to the origin.

This time he held no reservations to your affection, one of his hands carefully caressed your nape while your arms rose to hook around his neck. His lips were as soft as you had imagined they were while fervor grew from the caress, rousing something in you that you had been forced to the furthest parts of your mind for a while.

You felt his hand sweep lower to your back, gliding between your shoulder blades until he held you at your waist and eased you down on the mattress. His loose curls were much like spun gold, tempting you to twist them like tight ringlets around your fingers as his hair spilled over his shoulders like silk.

It wasn’t until you felt the tickle of the crisp night air against your flesh that you realized his easy work on your blouse, unfastening the last of the buttons before reaching past the fabric to feel your skin. You were growing unfathomably hot just by this, keenly aware your chest burned where he touched you, and it crept higher and higher as his hands did.

“Mmmn, this isn’t how I want it to go, Adrian.” You managed between kisses, tilting your face away where he then found fascination in your neck. His warm breath fanning across your flesh, trailing the length of your neck and behind your ear was rewarded with a quivering, longing sigh. “Adrian—”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Yeah, I do.” You murmured, luring his face over yours again where you yanked him by the shirt into yet another ardent kiss. Without releasing his shirt, you ventured lower to fumble through undoing the buttons and peeled the thin fabric from his body.

Even though he was a lean man, there was still definition in his fame, muscle in his arms and chest. You memorized the divots and curves in his skin with your fingertips, unlikely to forget how he twitched when you touched him and his trembling breaths.

His pants and undergarments came off much faster, a reflection of your ardor and perhaps even his own as he swayed against you to slide them off his hips, cock hard against your thigh. The last of your garments was shucked from your body to join the heap on the floor, prompting you push yourself on your elbows as you kissed beneath his jaw.

“Lie on your back, Adrian.” You smiled against him, running your hands across his chest as persuasion. “Tonight is for you. I want you to know how much I love you.”

“As you wish.”

There was a flicker in his eye, a liveliness and searing want. His hands seized your own, pulling you up to straddle his waist when he laid back on the bed. There he explored more of you, stroking circles on your thighs and hips, eyes traveling across your body in a way you expected someone would look at exquisite art. “You are divine. This moment is ours, though I still do not understand what I have done to earn your love.”

“I don’t think any of us really do. We just love authentically and truly.” You answered, casting your eyes low to his erection and rubbed yourself against him. “I love you because you’re a good, kind man, even if you don’t want to see it.”

His breath snagged in his throat as you wrapped your hand around him, stroking his length and circling your palm around the head. You felt his hips lift under your, yet continued with fluid, rhythmic pumps. “I love you because you always try your best, you always do what you can with whatever circumstances are given to you.”

Even when in the clutches of pleasure, he was absolutely beautiful. His teeth caught the dim light when his mouth fell ajar, and his hair was a luscious bed of curls around him. You found it a bit humorous that you could elicit such a reaction from him, being what he was. But, you always believed him to more human than vampire.

It was after giving his cock a few harder strokes that he gripped your wrists, halting you. “Enough of this. I want to feel you, give yourself to me.”

You held no qualms to what he wanted.

Convinced by your nod, he released your wrists to grip at your thighs instead, massaging the back of them and then your ass when you rose to your knees to guide him inside you. His expression twisted deliciously the lower you went on his shaft, his fingers pushed deep divots into your skin when you acclimated to his girth and began rocking on him.

He didn’t let you go, not once.

Hot air hissed through your nostrils, lips taut and brow furrowing in your concentration to angle him just right as you rolled forward and then back. More than your own pleasure, you were careful to watch for his; the subtle twitch of his lips, the tension between his eyes, and the unyielding stare he fixed you with.

This moment was solely for him, yet you could say you were surprised when he began stroking your sides, raising his hips in unison with your thrusts, sending quakes of pleasure racing through your limbs and core.

There was a new glimmer in his eyes now, a coddled flicker that had grown in such enormity that even you felt embarrassed to be on the receiving end of it. He helped you in your motions, lifting you high enough for the tip of his cock to just nestle in you, bucking his hips to plow deep inside, luring a rather harsh gush of air from your lips.

At that point, you loomed over him, fingers splayed across his chest to keep yourself from completely collapsing on him. Your breaths quivered as you touched your lips against him, setting is flesh ablaze as your pants left hot, moist trails on him that then caressed his ear.

“There’s so much more I want to experience with you, Adrian. This—" you stifled a moan, body jarring as you rammed back down onto him, striking a spot in your that made your toes curl inward and abdomen clench tighter and tighter. “This—this is nothing.”

A sting of cold air touched your sides as you threaded your fingers with his, pinning the back of his hands on the bed next to his head. His knuckles bled of color as he clenched your hand tighter, pants seeming nothing more than dainty puffs of air, but your body knew otherwise.

Your sides were going to bruise, fully expecting the same of your hands. His thrusts were hard, belonging to a man creeping closer to his end. And yet, even midst all of this, you had never seen his eyes so dazzling, smoldering, encompassing you in such warmth and passion.

“A lifetime with you,” he fussed with your fingers, the back of his head digging deeper into the sheets as he writhed below you. “I—I could ask for nothing else. There is none other that I would rather have.”

As tender and genuine as his words were, you could only focus on the tension burying deeper in your gut, but spreading like a growing ember, a heat pulsing through your veins. Your walls tightened around him, the friction roused something of a harsher noise from the back of his throat, whereas you met your end.

You shook as you came, the strength in your thighs weakening and warmth in your body flourished, climbing to from your toes to your fingertips, and filled your vision with a glare of white. While the tension flowed from your body, your motions atop of him lethargic and fingers loosening from his, he thrust up into you a number of times; each reaching deeper than the last, fierce and quick.

The feeling was almost indescribable. He held your hands tightly, body halting and rigid beneath yours, cock throbbing against your walls and growing slick with cum that sent a shudder rattling down your spine. It was then that you noticed his chest relax when he released his breath, hips flattening against the mattress.

“Your love…” he rasped, tipping your balance as he lifted the back of your hand to his lips, fingers still tangled with his. “I will never understand what I have done to be worthy of it. And yet, I cannot find it in myself to refuse it.”

You couldn’t call the sensation pleasant as you removed him from your body, joining his side on the bed, and inviting the night air to dance across your skin. All but one lantern had dimmed in the room, his expression difficult to determine, though you didn’t think you would be wrong in your assumption.

“Truly, who knows why anyone falls in love. But, I’m sure of my feelings.” You burrowed your face against his neck, relishing his touch as it ghosted across your shoulder. “We’ll face tomorrow, the following day, and every day thereafter together.”

“I have no doubt of that.” There was a faint rumble of laughter in his throat. He coaxed your face higher with his fingers so as to easily reach your ear. “To begin this lifetime together, allow me to repay you the words that you’ve spoken to me so much already."

"I love you.”

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[thatonevamp]

Trevor Belmont, my sassy Beloved

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[thewriterwhowritesnot]

i gotta keep it horny fam, have you got any spicy headcanons for Alucard that you feel might be uncommon when discussing about him?

This is a very wonderful request

For one, I feel that he makes a point to experience every sensation to the fullest and he wants his lover to experience it all to the same extent as well

He's very sensually motivated which means he'll take his time getting very familiar with every part of you

Whether that be exploring you with his hands or his mouth

I personally think he has a fascination with having you in a place of helplessness

I know y'all are probably tired of me saying this shit but vampires are predators and that aspect is so much fun to discuss with sexual themes. Sooooo, I know in my SOUL that this man likes to pin you down.

Double points if it's unexpected and you have a moment of real fear/shock that he can smell. That would make him go feral

ALSO we been knew he was a biter but we never talk about his favorite places to bite and I am a 100% believer that the titty is his number one I SAID WHAT I SAID (and that’s regardless of gender)

But also thighs, shoulders, and over the rib cage (because the marks are just so pretty)

Speaking of marks, he would certainly have a fascination with leaving them all over your body even more so if you bruise easily

And to hit on the helplessness topic again, I feel that he would enjoy bondage with him being the one to tie the knots. The power rush of having you at his mercy in whatever position he chooses would be his drug of choice hands down. I was literally sweating writing this out lol

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[itstheendofthegoddamnworld]

Kissed by Moonlight (Alucard x Witch! Reader) 7

A/N: I feel like an ass for posting this one, surely I am cockblocking, but this slow-burning is here for a reason! Enjoy regardless! Mentions of anatomy and some language, Y/N gets drunk and nearly blurts all.

Summary: To be loved is to be changed.

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Chapter 7

In the day, Adrian was as glorious as the sun. At night, as beautiful and haunting as the moon and its glow.

In the month you had been in the castle, you had turned the once secluded castle into a living, existing place, for you and Adrian to simply ignore the rest of the world in. It had grown not to resemble a tattered and destroyed ruin, but instead, a place Adrian could call home once again.

Adrian himself had flourished in his skin once more: where you found him to take up hobbies when you were not with him. Before was once a man, lonely beyond an age before the age of twenty, losing his parents and closest allies, now, a man you could look upon with admiration and pride. He had grown out from his enclosed shell, opening his heart to a stranger, trusting you with his life unlike those who betrayed him.

It hurt more to know that this was your final day.

You feared for Adrian’s wellbeing, whether he would grow reclused after you left him, or would he rather thrive with your farewell?

You had grown recluse yourself from the Dhampir, finding closure in the fact that you would never look upon the face of Adrian ever again. Where could you go apart from as far out from Wallachia? Nowhere was safe for a girl like me. You told yourself when you wished you could explain to Adrian—though the words would always freeze on your tongue any time you tried bringing it up.

It seemed that Adrian had almost forgotten about the promise too, and you couldn’t help but feel guilt when he spoke of promises he wanted to do for you.

“I’ll show you one day the town nearby,” he said one night, curled up by the fire as he stared into its flames. “I know you’d like it. We could buy anything you’d like: spices, dresses, jewellery.”

He spoke of a future not just with him alone, but with you co-existing beside him, and it thrilled and destroyed you to know that this promise would crumple like sand.

The day came for you to leave, silently waking with dried tears still stinging your red eyes. You had spent all that night crying before you fell to sleep, dreaming of being with Adrian, laughter shared and memories to be made. You had even kissed him, your heart fluttering as he muttered words softly in your words that gave away he did not want you to go.

'Always and forever.' His words were soft and dying in the air when you faced the morning, and your lips could still feel his against yours, a dying dream never to be lived.

You tip-toed around to not wake Adrian, gathering anything you could and folding neatly the dresses you had been given to him. They were too lovely to be ruined and deserved to be in a place that could keep its beauty.

The only things you carried on you were the same dress you came to the castle in, rags that had been sitting in the corner of the room, waiting for the day you would have to wear them. The air grew heavy with a feeling of forlorn as you walked to find the kitchen, setting yourself by the counter and waiting for the person you dreaded to upset.

It was not long until you heard familiar footsteps drawing closer, familiar honey-blond locks coming into view as the man appeared. It snapped your heart in two to see the softness in his golden eyes as if you were better than the sun itself and you were his star. That all fell apart when his smile dropped, the uncertainty washing over his face when he saw the glumness on your face.

“Has something happened?” He did not waste two seconds stepping closer towards you, giving a small gap between the two but enough that you could be up close to him. In the four weeks, it had taken some time for Adrian to grow used to touch once again, always coiling away from your closeness, before he had taken the time to build trust and reciprocate first. "Y/N?"

He was quick to reach out to you first, extending for your arm as he pulled it towards him. He was warm to the touch, and you dared not want to look upon his concerned gaze without knowing you would blubber into a mess once again.

“You remember the promise, correct?” You lamented, watching for a moment as he took in your words carefully. It was as if everything poured through just from the question, and you could just about read every emotion visible in his eyes; melancholy, regret, grief.

“Where will you go?” His voice was quiet. Don’t go, it read in his eyes.

It didn’t dawn on you, no matter how many times you came to think of it. “Some place where it is warmer, perhaps east. But that means…” your voice cracked momentarily, “Wallachia will not be a home for me.”

“But how do you know?” His calmness cracked, and beneath you could see the grief-stricken man appear, though you did not think he would be holding concern for you of all people.

You didn’t want to answer his question, despite the unknowing questions that boiled, the silence was deafening, and it hammered in your chest like the chiming of a hammer.

“I will have to leave whilst there is still light,” you squeezed Adrian’s hand before it slipped from his, “Thank you for allowing me to use your library, and… to call you a dear friend.”

You didn’t know if that pained you more to call him a friend when your feelings had bloomed for him during your time there. A friend was the only thing you could call him: why would he want anything else with you? He’s immortal, he will have lovers come and go, but none will ever be you.

“Don’t,” he called to you when he stepped out of his reach, not expecting him to call you. Your name was a whisper on his tongue, hanging in the air as if he wished to say something more to you, “I don’t want you to leave.”

“I would be overstaying here, Adrian.” You could feel tears slip from your face, but you braved not to look at him, even when you knew he was staring at you. “You said a month-”

“Please,” there it was. Pain in his voice in the way he pleaded, desperate and gentle that you didn’t think you’d see this side of him, “I don’t think… living within these walls would ever feel the same with you gone.”

He stepped out to you again.

Closer.

His hand gingerly found your chin, raising your head to meet his gaze, delicately wiping the tear collecting at the corner of your right eye. You were both silent, only staring at one another, and never did you think anyone would stare at you the way he did with you.

“You wish for me to stay?” Forever?

Your mother had told you what that feeling would be like, though she had been young and never knew the experience herself. Did Alucard’s parents experience the same when they first met?

That feeling grew within your chest, butterflies you couldn’t stop from feeling: the great emotion that one day would bless you in having. Why was it that the moment you had to leave was when it came?

‘People come and go,’ your mother told you one day when you asked about it, naïve and full of hope. ‘It hurts when it grows for those you care for.’

Yes, you understand now why it came at this moment and all the times before.

It hurt.

Love hurt when it was about to leave for the first and final time.

It was his smile, so gentle and warm, so inviting and bright – full like the sun and the beginning of spring – that you could not decline his offer.

“I would very much like that.”

-

Telling yourself you had gotten used to the castle was an understatement.

The rooms you were more familiar with were the ones you kept to, never straying that much to explore. You knew that there were many rooms even Adrian never went into, telling you that they held too many memories, either good or bad.

You were understanding, knowing how much the castle – his childhood home – could hold a lot of disturbance to what he went through. He told you one day that his childhood bedroom was off limits: it was after all, where he had killed his father. He mentioned it was a place too “dampened with gloom” that you knew something else had happened for him to keep that part of the castle off-limits.

It had only gotten the best of you when you told Adrian you were going to do some cleaning, leaving him as he cooked in the kitchen.

You sprinted with much glee and inquisitiveness: the endless hallways could lead you anywhere!

Roaming the halls, you remembered to stay away from the rooms you were not allowed to go to, including his old and current bedroom. It was quite easy to get lost, taking to the upper floors, where the light grew dimmer, more eerie.

The rooms as you found them didn’t hold much for you to be intrigued until you passed what was another room in another endless hallway, you spotted that this room had its door ajar.

This was certainly a room you had not been told of by Adrian.

Bravely, the room seemed to be more of an intrigue to you than any other room. Slowly peeling the door back, you stepped through.

The room is dimly lit, with a sense of sweet orange that lingers in the air. It’s his scent, sweet, alluring, inviting; just like what surrounds you. There are books of all assortments: astronomy, philosophy, ecology, history – to name a few. Knowledge spanning from decades to thousands of years back, of all cultures and dynasties long gone and remaining. Maps hung around the room, some of the entirety of Europe, the world and one finally above his desk of Wallachia.

It took longer to find literature, where you find poetry, prose, children’s stories and old fables. You’re shocked when you stumble across some romance novels, not expecting that to come from Adrian.

His desk is a display of many things: papers, books, and journals. You dare not look in his journals knowing his work is private, but something catches your gaze. Since when was Adrian into drawing?

You find one first that makes you pick it up, a sketch of his mother, only a fine-line sketch that is only shaded and not with much detail, but you recognise her from the portraits that decorate the castle.

Will you be needing a muse anytime soon? You think to yourself, jokingly. You knew it was rude to snoop, and knowing you had come across Adrian’s study, you knew you had the best chance to look around when he wasn’t there.

But when you find his sketchbook, all nosiness takes over.

The leather-bound book is beautifully decorated, with its pages filled to the brim from use. The beginning of the pages were those you recognised simply by objects that Adrian used for inspiration: a stag beetle shell, many plotted plants and flowers some you recognised from your mother’s herbs. You read the dates that dated back to almost a decade ago, impressed by his skill at such a young age.

The more you draw the pages further into the book, the older the dates get, and his practice grows. His inspirations change from objects to anatomy. You’re impressed by the way Adrian draws the human body so well. Some sketches of hands in different positions and poses, full body sketches of a mixture of men and women, some clothed and others nude.

You could feel your cheeks darken, and though it was surprising to see the natural state of the human body, art was still captivating in showing it, Adrian drew with a way of conveying vulnerability. His mother was a doctor after all.

Other pages were of human faces: more drawings of his mother and father. Another was of a different man and woman: the woman had short hair whilst the man had a scar over his right eye and a shadow of a wispy beard on his face. You now had a reference to Adrian’s friends and allies: Sypha and Trevor.

A Belmont, scholar and sleeping soldier, Adrian told you, all out for different clauses and paths but joined to meet on one path; to kill Dracula.

You had forgotten to make sure you were still alone and not spotted looking through his things when you reached the last few of the pages, recently used. Wait a minute. You had to do a double take, imagining you were seeing double. This isn’t… who I think it is.

Those eyes, were similar to you, not that you could remember where you had seen them last. It dawned on you quickly why they were a distant memory: they looked like your mother's eyes—but that was impossible if Adrian had never met or seen an image of her.

But, as if looking back through a mirror, a glimpse through time, those eyes weren’t just hers, but yours as well.

Oh. Your heart hammered in your chest, and you dared not drop the book to draw attention to where you were. You didn’t close it, despite feeling that this was intruding—it was too late for that now.

He had gotten your likeness in a way you didn’t think he could: as if you had been captured in a moment, ready to come back to life on the page. Another sketch of you, reclined with your nose in a book and laying in a way that could’ve been uncomfortable to anyone else. Another of you tying your hair back, the ribbon dangling in your mouth, eyes in heavy concentration. The final one took you by surprise: a moment where you were snuggled into the armchair, a blanket wrapped protectively around you to keep you warm.

Have I been so blinded this entire time? It seemed like this wasn’t right: did Alucard… fancy you? You scoffed, absolutely not, there was no way—though you the more you spiralled, the more it had you questioning everything.

You had been so preoccupied with what you had discovered, that you failed to suspect the presence behind you, someone standing just on the edge of the doorframe.

An awkward cough brought you back to your senses.

“Forgive me!” You stumbled, throwing the papers behind you to hide them behind your back, in hopes you were quick on your feet. You were clumsy, ineptly whipping back to look at the blond Dhampir standing just a few metres in the doorframe. “I did not hear you come in.”

Adrian was dressed simply in his shirt, trousers and boots as he did if the weather was not too cold. It was only a small subtle detail that his dark trousers were coated and dusted with a light cast of flour, as if he had nothing else to wipe but on them. His hair was also tied up, revealing his slender neck, wisps of blond tresses falling to frame his handsome angular features.

How long had he been waiting there for? You panicked, knowing that he could’ve used his speed to reach you, using his inhuman scent of smell or to pick up your heart rate to find you.

“Yes, well, you did seem rather… occupied.” Adrian teased, though his face was incomprehensible, his movements leisurely as he ambled into the room, inspecting if anything looked out of place.

Was he just as embarrassed as how you were feeling? Regardless if he was or not, he was very good at hiding it from you.

He stopped just to the side of his desk, eyes quickly scanning as he spotted the disarray of papers, his sketchbook ‘neatly’ placed back where it looked to have been before. He did not say anything about it, instead, resuming conversation as if nothing was out of place.

“I was asking if you were free to help me downstairs. I needed assistance in deciding which spices to add to the cakes.” He continued, watching the way you shuffled to block what you were putting back on the desk.

You were not subtle in the slightest but Adrian did not make any remark for you to be snooping, rather, he watched on in visible amusement. The refined look when he raised an eyebrow, the small smirk that made you even more flustered when you were caught.

“Okay, ready.” You gestured for him to walk in front, hanging back as you took a final glance back, wondering when Adrian started drawing you.

-

 It’s his idea when he decides the two of you should share a bottle of wine.

Though you think it’s not good to have the entire bottle, Adrian agrees upon a glass or two, sharing thoughts as the night grows dark with the creatures of the forest outside, and your worries melt for a moment on your tongue.

The wine is sweet, not though you like it, and it's hard to consume something that feels so foreign. Adrian drinks it as if it's water, and you struggle to keep up. You’re a lightweight after all, and though you’re slower, you can feel the haziness that crawls in your vision, and you swear you’re almost seeing double.

Your laughter is warmer, chatter easier, and you notice he’s closer beside you by the table when he first brings the bottle and glasses.

“This is nice,” his voice does not slur as he speaks, and you’re shocked just by how content he is in drinking glass after glass if he could. If perhaps you didn’t say anything, perhaps he would, “It’s been some time since I stopped drinking.”

“When did you stop?” You can feel a headache begin to dull your senses, and you’re feeling bolder.

Adrian seems hesitant when he looks back at you before he answers. “I stopped after a couple of days after your arrival.” He’s nervously swirling the glass in small circles on the table, a distraction. “I’m sure the smell of piss and blood wasn’t helping.”

You chortle, “No, it didn’t, but I don’t suppose I was any different. A girl smelling of chickens.”

“I did wonder why.” He says in a dry tone, but his eyes are sincere, and you find yourself staring periodically down at his lips, the glint of his sharp teeth some distraction from the wine.

“It seems funny when I say it now, but I used to have two, and they had names.”

Adrian seems surprised by this, that of all things to have named were chickens, but he coaxes you with a raised brow, intrigued, to say the least. “Tell me they had normal names.”

“Henrietta and Duchess.”

“Oh, my God,” Adrian laughs quietly, “Next you’ll say you had a pig called Duke and a horse called Lieutenant.”

“Well, the pig was called Truffle.”

“Seems almost cruel,” Adrian laughs at the idea, “I don’t think I was any different. I did have a stuffed wolf called Fluffy.”

“Hey, that’s cute though.”

You laugh at the idea, but you’re carrying a sad smile as you continue to sip slowly at your drink. “I loved those chickens. It was weird, but I treated them like humans rather than animals—livestock. They were much nicer than-” You stop yourself mid-sentence, unsure if you’re ready to continue.

Your stomach coils as if ready to lurch, for you to leap from your chair and leave to your room, but Adrian is calm and patient, running a soothing hand over yours to console you.

“Take your time,” he says with quiet empathy, and it’s enough to pull you back to reality. “I’m here.”

“After my mama’s death, I fled to the nearby town—I was on the streets for some time, hiding behind buildings and sometimes getting shelter from a sweet old lady, before I was old enough to sell myself as a servant to any passing man who needed my service.”

You felt sick to your stomach, and the wine was not helping. “I stayed in his service for almost a decade, serving his son and wife who was no older than me.” You confessed. “It all boiled down one day when I was fed up with the fucking treatment. I was beaten if I did something incorrect, slapped if I spoke when not spoken to, and something… snapped in me. I… hurt him when he hurt me.” You pushed the wine away from you, eyes welling with tears. “I wish I did more.”

“You survived,” Adrian said with a sad grimace, “You’re much braver than most I know.”

“I didn’t feel brave then,” you admitted. “I felt like a stupid little girl, not capable of anything.”

“Hey,” Adrian seems clumsy in giving close comfort, but he tried nonetheless, leaning closer to finally embrace you. He smelt of oranges and lavender, and you nearly broke down into his shoulder, “you’re the strongest person I know. The bravest witch.”

He seemed tongue-tied with his next words, eyes moving across your face as if he wished to say something that you yearned to hear. “I’m proud of you.” He finally said, but in your mind, it didn’t seem like it was what he wanted to say as if there was something he was holding back.

Was I overthinking? You thought as you pulled away from his embrace, so tempted to lean across the table and kiss him there and then, but you pulled enough restraint to not horrify the man. “Thank you, Adrian. I’m thankful I have you.” You finally said.

“I’m thankful too.” He confesses, quickly realising what he’s just said and the blush on his face is obvious as he tries to change the subject. “I will leave you to catch some sleep. I thought it would be a good idea to head into town tomorrow morning. Gather some more supplies. What do you say?”

You smile sadly, “That’s a good idea.” You’re on your feet fast enough as you say goodnight to one another before you’re speeding down the hallway to your room, wiping the tears that have not dried from your face.

When you reach your room, you slink against the inside of the door. Your head is hammering, vision is hazy. Damn for drinking so much. You groan, only listening to the crackling of the fire lit in your room, the soft luring sound of crisp pages of a book being shut as a lovely interference.

“Ah, there you are.” the voice that pulled you from your thoughts was the one thing you needed to hear, sweet as honey as the figure emerged to stand close by from where you stood. His soft locks are pulled back from his face, and he’s practically glowing in the soft ambers of your room, the fire gently burning to keep the warmth.

Your lips are pulled into a tired smile, which the Dhampir notices quickly enough to soothe you for a night of sleep. “You’re exhausted, my little witch.” He’s yanking you by your hand, directing you to your bed. “You need sleep before it comes for you first.”

“Was it so obvious?” You laugh dryly, and the lack of sleep is fast indeed; your eyes are heavy, limbs sluggish as your mind slows from the alcohol. “I can get myself to bed by myself, you know?”

“I don’t doubt you,” he scolds lightly, the way he moves you is more persistent. “Dreams help everything go away, isn’t that what your mother said?”

“Yes.” You drawl quietly, silent in watching Adrian move around you, sitting you delicately on the edge of the side of the bed. He is gentle in getting you settled for the night, removing your outer layers of clothing until you’re left in your chemise. There is nothing overtly sexual in the way he undresses you, more so there’s such a tenderness to his touches that it almost leaves you weeping.

When you’re ready, he follows, undressing until he stands in his nightgown. You watch as he goes to as he crawls onto the other side to lay there. Shutting his eyes, his light blond hair cascades around the pillow like a halo, his body silent and still as stone.

You’re staring for some time before he speaks up, aware even without having to open your eyes. “Are you going to watch me sleep or are you going to join me?” He cracks one eye open, full of mirth as he catches the exact moment your face brightens.

“Right.” You scootch over closer, lying stiffly beside him on your back, not daring to get any cosier before he stretches like a cat, catching you by surprise as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in close.

“You’re shaking like a leaf, little witch.” He jokes, humming as he rests his head into the crook of your neck. This is all so real, and you dare fear if you fall asleep, it’ll all be gone, a fading memory to die in the back of your mind. “Am I that cold?”

“No,” you finally relax in his hold, having turned to face him, a feeling you wish not to ever forget. “It feels nice.”

“I’m sure one thing could make you feel better,” his eyes are open, watching you almost hawkishly, scooting himself closer. “Though, I’d have to know what you think.”

“What is it?”

He doesn’t answer you directly, but his eyes tell you what you’ve been waiting for. It’s the way his gold eyes glance from your eyes down to your lips, way too slowly before coming back up to meet your flustered state.

Neither of you make the first move, your heart is hammering too fast that you can barely keep up with your racing thoughts. You know he can hear how fast it's pumping, thunderous and dreadful against your ribs. It feels like it could explode any second.

Should I wait for him to lean in? Or would it be better for me to meet him halfway? To see how he reacts.

With your mind racing, your body moves on its own, ignoring your many questions and moving with little patience. A hand finds his cheek, stroking his cheekbone in contemplation, soft to the touch that you gasp from just the exhilaration alone.

You’re not waiting for him when you’re leaning close to him, closer and closer until his face is inches from yours. Your noses bump as you catch the final moment where his eyes flutter shut as you’re copying, stretching over until your lips meet his.

You didn’t know how long you had been counting for this moment to happen. Drinking him in, he is the sun, and you are a secluded plant, waiting for his rays to keep you from shrivelling. His lips are soft, neither warm nor cool as your contact is chaste and quick, and all that is gone when you’re not chasing for more-

“No,” you rasp as you pull yourself from him, leaping up to sit on the edge of the bed. “This is wrong.”

“Oh?” He doesn’t seem dissatisfied or enraged, rather it seems more like a question. He is calm when he asks, voice a soft rumble. “Is it wrong because you wish to continue? Or because you wish to experience this with him?”

You slump in your spot, guilt overflowing your body like a wave, ready to drown. “It’s wrong because… I’m using him.” You hug yourself, ready to weep aloud from it all. “I’m using him for this twisted fantasy, just to feel happy.”

This fake version of Adrian is collected, reaching your side of the bed as he places a consoling hand on your shoulder. “Happy… that you want to imagine a future with him?”

“Yes. Is that so wrong to have?” You sigh exasperated. “I want him to be happy, but I fear… I will never give him that happiness.”

“He’s been through so much already.” You continue. “I think of him all the time: like how the sun can’t live without the moon.”

You’re completely consumed by Adrian: mind, body and soul and it aches that this crush will continue to remain as one. His acts of kindness have completely floored you, confusing you to the point that you were left over questioning every small act he did for you.

The night is long and you’re left distraught, conjuring a version of him that you hope can give you comfort. “What do I do?”

“Tell  him the truth.”

Your head snaps almost drastically to glare at the fake version, who simply looks just as perplexed as you. “I’m just a manifested form you created of him in your head whilst inebriated. I’m the wrong person you should be talking to.”

Sighing defeatedly, you look to him for security. “I’m… confused.”

“How so?”

“Well, I know he sees me as a friend, but he’s just so thoughtful. He carries me back to bed, and we spend all day together. I mean, he drew sketches of me for fuck’s sake—that’s saying something, isn’t it?”

“He seems lonely too.” ‘Adrian’ answers, but it’s a reasonable answer that could be what you’re looking for, regardless of how you’re feeling.

“I know, I know. He’s awkward, but it can’t just be out of friendship.”

“Tell him in the morning,” he says, “you can’t see for yourself if he’s quick to reciprocate your feelings for him. Perhaps then you’ll be able to cuddle something that’s flesh and bone.”

You chortle at his words, knowing how uncanny and realistic he is sitting beside you. “Can we just- can we just cuddle for the rest of the night? Just so I don’t feel so lonely.”

Alucard gives you a sorrowful smile, pulling you into a side embrace. “You realise I won’t be there by morning?”

It’s a sad realisation, but you come to accept it. “I know. I just… want to imagine feeling something for once.”

“Of course, my little witch,” he kisses your forehead lovingly, leading you both back down to lie on the bed. The bed doesn’t feel as big when you share it with another, now in the fond embrace of the Dhampir you conjured in your mind.

“Sleep well, Y/N.” He tells you all the right things you want to hear, the lull of sleep pulls you in deeper and deeper, his voice growing quieter. “I’m still here with you, no matter what.”

“I love you,” you slur as darkness consumes you, the heaviness of your body pulling you into a sleep you need. You don’t feel upset when you don’t hear a response, just the arms of his embrace.

By the time early morning comes, the other side of the bed is cold, and the ghost of Adrian’s arms remains.

It’s not just knowing that the person on the other side of the hallway would never know how you felt, but the sense that you could never go back to seeing him just as a dear friend.

-

A/N:

This was a long one to write, but I hope you enjoyed it!

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[cloverque]

to where the willows weep (richter belmont)

masterlist, teaser

645 words

To Richter, vampires were categorised into two archetypes: evil and super effing evil. After hundreds of fights against these foul creatures, he realised that there was no such thing as a harmless vampire. How could a blood-drinking monster possibly be a good Samaritan, really? How could a monster that lived off the blood of sentient, living beings be anything but evil?

The probability of such a creature existing was nil, none, nada. Long ago he learnt the hard way that vampires were all evil. There was no in between. No room for negotiation.

When he wielded his mother’s whip for the first time– he swore on his family’s name that he would vanquish all vampires he encountered. There would be no mercy shown to these creatures of the night, for they were undeserving.

The moment you pulled down your mask, his hand instantly flew to his whip. The brunette backed up instinctively, creating distance between the two of you. You looked up from the bag on your lap, flowers in hand. Confusion shone in your eyes when he pointed accusingly at you.

“I know what you are,” he breathed. The young Belmont’s fingers found the handle of his weapon. “You’re one of them.”

You blinked slowly. In the presence of moonlight, your robed figure seemed to glow. “Oh. So you’ve figured it out.”

A sea of clouds rolled over Luna's wane, steadily shrouding the forest in darkness. As you slowly stood, Richter steadied his breathing. His grip on his whip tightened. Should you pounce–like all the other vampires before you– he was sure to separate your head from your body.

You gingerly pulled back your hood, revealing a pair of elongated ears pinned to the sides of your head. And the biggest giveaway–your fangs– which had been hidden behind your mask until now, glinted as your lips trembled.

“I’m really sorry. I had no choice but to keep it a secret,” You whispered. A beam of moonlight fell on you as the clouds rolled past. “I mean no harm.”

“How can I possibly trust you?” The brunette furrowed his brows. He jammed his finger in your direction. “Give me one good reason I shouldn’t lob your head off!”

All he needed was for you to lurch at him. That would be his signal to end everything. This contract between the two of you meant nothing now that he knew what you truly were. Maybe the willow tree you claimed to be searching was made up from the start. Perhaps what you truly desired was a taste of his blood, just like dozens of other vampires. The taste of a Belmont’s blood.

Richter clenched his teeth at the thought. Perhaps the girl standing before him was a liar all along. And he did not take kindly to those who made a fool out of him.

Meekly, you clutched the little bouquet to your chest. From where he stood, the flowers were tiny coloured dots against your chest.

“I know it’s hard to believe but I’ve never drank a drop of blood after I was turned, honest. I’ve never harmed a single soul. Please… don’t be mad.”

Cautiously, you took a step forward. He took one step back. Richter unfurled his whip, steering himself for combat. You stopped moving and dropped your hands to your side.

You met his steady blue gaze sadly. Was this how it would end?

Suddenly, a wail pierced the air. A tremendous force shook the earth and you stumbled and fell on your knees. The flowers crumpled onto the dirt as you turned your gaze to the sky. A massive creature hovered above the trees, wings snapping as it howled. The trees shook from the flapping of its wings, raining a storm of leaves upon you two.

You held up a forearm to shield your eyes. This was sure to get messy.

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I am finally getting around to writing one of the Styria post-canon stories I have been planning for a while before getting a bad case of BG3 brainworms. But if things go well, I might be able to start publishing those two stories coming next week. Back on the Monday/Thursday schedule for the Styria-related stuff. :D

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Alucard has Stomach Cramps

Alucard has the worse stomach cramps of his life. Baths, tea, water, nothing helps. Sypha goes and find a medical book which lists another option. An option only a desperate half vamp would ask for. Sypha is good at doctoring. Trevor helps some. Alucard is such a virgin.

Or Sypha pushed Alucard through his first orgasm to try and alleviate his debilitating cramps and she finds... a soft surprise.

“Ughhh, fuck.” Sypha heard as she walked past the room that usually held the half-vamp during the nights. Though usually at this time of day he would be out and about, cleaning, cooking, fixing up the old castle.

The speaker walked backwards so that she could see through the small sliver  in the doorway. She spotted Alucard laying out in his bed, legs spread, with his hands gentling over his thin stomach. She watched his for a moment. His face was painted with discomfort and then his body jumped and he rolled to his side. He groaned out in pain and dug his pale palms into the muscles that sat under his white tunic.

Sypha waited for a moment until she watched the man (sort of man) lay back onto his back and continued massaging his stomach. Then she knocked lightly at the door and waited until he grunted a response to push it open the rest of the way and walk in.

“Hello, you look pained, what’s wrong?” The speaker said as she approached the bed. Alucard opened his eyes and they were close to teary. He continued to rub his stomach.

“I’m not... ah, I’m not sure. Cramps I think. Terribly awful cr- FUCKING CRAMPS!” The vampire jumped again and curled onto his side cradling his twisting muscles. Sypha came to his side quickly and pushed his larger hands away and placed her hands flat on his abdomen. There was strong tension in his muscles but that was all she felt.

“Easy, easy Alucard. Breathe through them.” The girl said and the man tries to breathe. He took tight inbreathes and shaking breathes flowing from his nose. “Good. Good. You should get a hot bath. I shall try to find another relief for you. Do you need help?” Alucard laid there and trembled for a moment before shaking his head. Sypha didn’t fight him but listened to make sure he didn’t collapse while filling the bath or on his way.

While the beastly man bathed the speaker told Trevor about the cramps that plagued their friend and looked through one of the many medical books in the library.

‘Stomach and abdominal ailments’ was the book she had flicked through. There was a large portion about cramping.

Hot baths, rest, massage, chamomile teas, drinking warm or room temperature water, and... one Sypha didn’t quite know about. Orgasms. The book read that the after effects of a release can release the tension in the abdominal muscles and can help alleviate many pains like mensuration pains and headaches and can even help insomnia.

When Sypha heard the sound of the vampire walking barefoot back to his room she waited a few moments before walking, book in hand, back to the blonde’s bedroom.

She knocked twice and waited until a “come in” was called out. She opened the door onto Alucard cradling his stomach through his long white nighty.

“Did the heat of the bath help? I have a book of other treatments you should choose from.” Sypha explained as she pulled his desk chair to the side of the bed. Alucard rubbed his stomach for a moment before answering.

“Not really. I feel like my guts are being tied into knots. It’s not as often tho- OH FUCK THEY HURT PRETTY FUCKING BAD.” The vamp just brought his knees up to his chest and rolled to face the speaker. He trembled and cried out and tears again threatened to fall. Sypha put her hand to his head, no fever, Could vampires get fevers...?

She shook herself from her thoughts and rubbed her hand up and down his arm to try and calm him. He was forcing himself to breathe deeply.

“I have other treatments . Tea, water, a massage, rest. There are... others. But I think those would all help lessen the pain. What do you want to try first?” She said in a light voice. Once the cramps stopped for the time he reached up and took the book from her lap.

“Isn’t there anything faster? I’m desperate at this point. Where is it? Where does it say the treatments? Anything faster... oh. Uh... Um...I um I guess. I guess I’ll try um some tea. Thank you, Sypha.” Alucard said and turned a slight shade of pink, quite a blush. The speaker knew he had seen the other option. He would more than likely practice this treatment in his own time once he had his tea.

“Stay here then. Read through that as well. Familiarize yourself with the other treatments.” Sypha said as she left to make tea and get water.

As she made the tea Trevor decided to come and ask about what she was doing which lead to Sypha telling him about the more orgasmic treatments. Trevor laughed and said “he’s probably never done that. Have you heard him talk about me? He’s absolutely never even seen something so vulgar as any kind of genitals. He probably doesn’t even do that to himself. Complete virgin.” Which earned him a hit upon the arm but Sypha did consider it. She hadn’t known Alucard to take any lovers while they traveled. And he certainly never spoke of anyone or even ever doing anything so distasteful.

“Here we go. Chamomile tea and a large glass of water. Drink both but don’t drink too fast. You can keep that book there for a while. If you need anything call for me or Trevor. I’ll leave you be for now.” The speaker said. She wouldn’t return until almost dark.

When Sypha walked down the hall that contained the dhampir’s room she was caught by a loud wail. One that sounded like it clawed it’s way from someone’s dying throat. She ran toward the mans room throwing open the door.

“Sypha! Help! Please- it’s so horrible. It fUCKING HURTS! Get get.... get Belmont please I need- I need- I need another treatment please” Alucard yelled. There were tears running down his face as he wailed and sobbed. He laid in the fetal position with his hands rubbing at his pained muscles.

He wanted something to make to stop! He was willing to try... the other option. He trusts Sypha and Trevor explicitly. This would just be medical anyway. No one had ever touched him there, on his soft parts, in a sexual way before.

Sypha nodded and ran through the castle till she reached the hunter who was looking at a set of shiny throwing knives.

“Trevor! Alucard is still having debilitating cramps. He requested you come to him with me. I think he’s seriously considering using the final option. He needs support, no laughing.” Sypha said firmly as she hauled the the hunter up and walking quickly back to the vampire.

“What do you mean final option? I know I usually want to kill him but I didn’t expect that from you-“ Trevor said and the stopped abruptly in front of the door.

“We are not killing him. You just no talking. You no speak. I’m going to make him climax to release the tension. You just. Just do whatever he wants you to do. This is medical and should be treated as such.” Sypha said and opened the door. Alucard was shaking on his side still. Small whimpers and whines escaped him and his toes curled and uncurled each time.

“Alucard, Trevor is here too. What do you want us to do, be specific with this.” Sypha said as she sat back in the chair she had pulled over earlier.

“Please just make them stop! I wanna try the um... this one.” Alucard pulled the book up to show Sypha the word ‘orgasm’. He was blushing harder than either of them had ever seen him. He was almost red. The vampire refused to look at Trevor or even near him. Sypha nodded and hummed.

“Okay well how do you wanna lay down? I need access so keep that in mind.” Sypha said and watched the Alucard stack up his pillows and lay against them but he looked so nervous. He kept glancing at Trevor. Sypha sighed.

“Alucard. You need to be comfortable. You have to relax so you need to feel safe. Trevor came here to help you too. If you need him to do something- ask.” Sypha said as she reread through the section. Trevor came around tossed his shoes off and came to Alucard’s side.

“I’m not judging you. Do what Sypha says. This is a medical issue. Don’t be a pain in the ass.” Trevor said. He tried to sound put out and aloof but he really just sounded concerned.

Alucard opens his mouth to respond but just gasped and whined. He rolled back onto his side and cried as another hellish round of cramps racked his body. He yowled and curled up so his knees where close to his face.

“Okay Alucard. Okay. Come on. I’ll hold you and you let Sypha take care of you.”  Trevor huffed and as soon as the pail man relaxed back he was being pulled against the hunters chest.

Trevor sat down in the middle of the bed with his back mostly propped up on the stack of pillows. He quickly pulled the nighty clad patient in between his legs. He pushed Alucard’s back against his own chest and hooked the dhampir’s ankles over his claves so the thin pale legs were spread.

“Wait! Um... uh... I’m nervous!” Alucard said and lifted his feet and closed his knees. He brought his feet flat on the bed which gave Sypha a look up his shirt. He really was just so thin...

“It’s fine Alucard. Just say what we can do to make you more comfortable. I’m hoping to get this taken care of before the cramps start again. I don’t want you in anymore pain.” Sypha said as she situated herself on her knees in front of Alucard’s pale feet and between Trevors legs.

The vampire closed his eyes as a few tears slipped through and put his feet on each side of the speaker and then took a few breathes and then put his ankles back outside. He looked to the side and pouted, blushing.

“I’m going to push up your shirt. Stop me if you need me too. If not just hold onto Trevor and relax. Just let go, alright?” Sypha said and pushed up the light white material revealing milky muscled thighs and Alucard’s... oh

“Alucard? Is this a... a vampire or a you thing?” Sypha asked as she gandered down at the small pale mound. Alucard flex his thighs together a little bit and flushed pink and looked scared for a moment.

“It’s a me thing... my mother said I’m special in that way... is it bad? I’ve never... um I’ve never.” Alucard said and tried to look at himself but he just saw the fabric of his shirt. He’d looked at himself obviously but it always looked the same. Some skin over some squishy stuff. He didn’t particularly care about it so he just washed it quickly when he bathed and tried not to mess with it.

Sypha just looked at him in the face for a moment before looking back down at his mound and folds. He looked rather normal. He looked like any other vagina she’s ever seen. Hell he looked similar to herself. He was just so pale though so where it was pink it looked... well it was pretty. Of course it was kind of strange, seeing as the vampire had no body hair and apparently that also applied to this area.

“You’ve never what? Most people haven’t taken a mirror to look down there. It’s fine Alucard. Now, can I touch?” Sypha said but the half vamp pulled his thighs together a bit and reached his hands down to pull on the end of his shirt, almost covering himself.

“Alucard, it’s Sypha. Whatever the fuck your being fussy over doesn’t matter. Just let her make you come so you can go the fuck to sleep.” Trevor said in a in a exasperated voice. This was not the time to be a priss. Alucard whimpered a small bit and pulled his shirt down some and pressed his knees as together as he could while Sypha sat between them. He looked to the side and tried not to cry anymore. He felt... too much.

Sypha hit Trevors thigh and mouthed something at the man but he made a confused face. So she whispered as if Alucard couldn’t hear.

“Trevor, he has what I have. Shut up.” Sypha whispered and gave him the death stare. Trevors eyes widened and he gasped at her. He mouthed ‘seriously?? What the fuck?’ Sypha didn’t answer him but she did smile down at the vampire and gently rubbed the outside of his thigh.

“It’s alright. Trevor didn’t mean anything. It’s okay to be a bit nervous. But it’s okay, This doesn’t change the fact that you’re still going to need relax and spread your legs. Do you want to do this yourself?” Sypha said in a gentle tone.

Alucard started to push his legs back down and out but a loud cry rang out from him and he turned and folded himself up. Trevor just wrapped one of his arms around to help hold his friend���s knees close to his chest and the other arm rubbed at his back. Alucard just cried out and sobbed and pushed his hands onto his stomach.

Sypha watched and decided that even if they had to hold Alucard down they were getting this done fast.

Alucard was breathing heavily after the cramps subsided. His face was splotchy and his mouth bled a bit from where his fangs had dug into his own lips. Trevor rubbed over Alucard’s stomach over his shirt.

Sypha moved his legs so they were draped over Trevor’s and the hunter put his hands on the vampires arms. He understood what the speaker was doing.

Sypha shoved the white shirt up and rubbed her hands on the insides of the creamy soft thighs for a moment before moving her thumbs to pull the rosy lips apart.

Alucard tried to pull his legs back together but Sypha just scooted closer so his knees couldn’t close. Alucard let out a loud whine and squirmed a bit.

“Sy- Sypha I’ve never done that! I don’t know how to do that! I don’t I don’t I I I” he said quickly and looked panicked but Sypha just pulled her hands back and rubbed his thighs.

“Alucard, do you not uh, masturbate?” Trevor asked. He didn’t think saying jerk off would be proper. Alucard flexed his hands a bit against Trevors pants.

“no... i don’t know how. i don’t need to.” Alucard said as he watched Sypha move her hands to pulled him apart again. He whimpered again and his stomach muscles jumped.

“Okay well... just try to relax and if it hurts, tell me. Just try to relax.” Sypha said and Alucard took a moment before nodding his head and looking to the side. Sypha sighed and moved slowly.

She slowly brought one hand to pull up the skin covering the vampire’s little clit. She ran her other hand to use two fingers to hold open the bottom folds, uncovering his hole. He twitched and Sypha watched his hole twitch alongside his stomach muscles. Alucard let out a loud whine that turned into a small scream when Sypha moved to run the pad of her thumb over the small red nub. Trevor had to put an arm around the wide chest in front of him. Alucard whined and wiggled his hips around and dug his razor sharp nails into Trevors thighs. Trevor only responded by forcing himself to be still and not yell out.

“No! No! No! I wanna- I wanna-“ Alucard was cut off my another high whine has Sypha continued her rubbing on his clit but ran another finger out around his hole letting her fingers stimulate his outer folds.

Alucard continued to whine and wiggle and cry out and occasionally scream when Sypha ran her finger just along his hole without dipping in, just getting her fingers wet with his juices.

Trevor just held him flat against his chest and stroked up and down his left side. He did his best not to squeeze the vampire when the needly claws dug farther into his thigh.

Once Alucard was violently thrashing around almost constantly crying out and Sypha could feel his hole throbbing and he was dripping wet, the speaker dipped a finger into the loose wet hole. She kept rubbing circles into his clit and worked her finger in until Alucard jumped and screeched.

“NO! NO! Let me up! Let me up I need the bathroom! Emergency I need to go! Wait just wait!” Alucard said. He could easily throw both humans off but he was shaking too hard and each time he moved he clenched down onto the finger that was insistently pressing onto that spot that made him need to both vomit and go to the bathroom and shake and cry.

“You don’t need to pee. You need to let it go. Let it go Alucard, release it. Let it take over.” Sypha said and Trevor rubbed the muscular stomach.

Alucard panted and cried out as tears rolled down his face. His nails dug deep into Trevors thighs and his own thighs squeezed the sides of Sypha’s body.

Sypha doubled down and rubbed quickly at the hard bud and thrusted her finger quickly in and out of the clenching spawning hole.

Alucard let out a blood curdling screech and ripped his nails down Trevors thighs, leaving deep bleeding scratches, and clenched all over.

Sypha took her finger away from his clit and only rubbed a bit more at his special spot.

The vampire twitched for minutes and went completely limp. His eyes where open but not a soul was home. He was panting with his mouth open and he didn’t even move. Sypha got a wet towel and wiped away most of the thick creamy cum that was dripping from his hole. She wiped and wiped until there wasn’t much left. She almost brought some bandages for Trevor’s leg and patted the blood away through his pants. Alucard would have to move so they could tend to those wounds properly.

Alucard rolled onto his side and snuggled into Trevor’s warm tunic clad chest. He was limp and he hadn’t had anymore cramps. He was fast sleep soon. The rhythmic motion of Trevor’s breathing and the exhaustion over took him.

Sypha pulled up some blankets and Trevor  lifted the rather light man and put him so he could snuggle into the blankets. Alucard did snuggle deeply into the pile of blankets. Sypha watched him. ‘ Who Knew ’ she thought to herself. Trevor made his way to their room and handled the long scratches on his legs. As soon as Sypha walked in he was asking her about it.

“Was is actually a pussy?”

“Did he get wet?”

“Was it like normal?”

“Did he have down there?”

“He literally doesn’t have a dick?”

Sypha sighed and nodded.

“It was just normal. He’s normal I mean even inside it felt normal. He got slick and pink and his clitoris was normal. He doesn’t have any hair anywhere, I think.” Sypha explained. She might have to remember this experience.

They didn’t talk much about it after that. Alucard didn’t mention it. Trevor sometimes stared at his crotch but that was Trevor.

Although eventually Sypha did find Alucard sitting in a secluded part of the library reading old Belmont books. After that he never complained of cramps again.

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[nerdingz-obsessed]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Castlevania (Cartoon 2017-2021) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Trevor Belmont, Sypha Belnades, Alucard | Adrian Tepes | Arikado Genya Additional Tags: Trevor Belmont is cool af, I love this stinky man and you should too Summary:

A quick fic about Sypha and Alucard losing their magic. Trevor has to figure out the tiny issue and beat the evil monster. Nothing too dramatic happens.

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[dontcallmetreffy]

Next chapter of the trephacardgreta fic is up! No fancy post this time since I’m on a crunch before work, but this was a fun one to write!

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[astridscale]

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: 悪魔城ドラキュラ | Castlevania Series, 悪魔城ドラキュラX 月下の夜想曲 | Castlevania: Symphony of the Night, 悪魔城伝説 | Castlevania lll: Dracula's Curse Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Trevor Belmont/Reader, Trevor Belmont/You, Trevor Belmont & Reader, Trevor Belmont & You Characters: Trevor Belmont, You, Reader, Alucard | Adrian Tepes | Arikado Genya, Dracula Vlad Tepes | Mathias Cronqvist, Sypha Belnades, Hector (Castlevania), Isaac (Castlevania), Lisa (Castlevania)

Chapter 4 is now out! Please give it a read!

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[2kmps]

alucard could never just outright say that he wanted attention.

notes; 850 words, written in 2021, sotn-coded alucard, roughly proofread.

As it was a peculiar day, there were the behaviors to match. Within the spiraling towers of somber stone of the castle, haven was found in the countless grimoires bound in dark, stretched leather that held a certain mustiness accompanying their age.

There were such books on sciences and medicine, of great magic and witchcraft; a seemingly endless collection rowed the gargantuan shelving that touched top and bottom of the tower. Much of the matters discussed within their pages were meticulously preserved, yet they still were worn yellow with some holes, crisp texture and grit beneath your fingertips as you skimmed them.

In truth, you understood very little of what was being explained, most of it in languages and writing you were unfamiliar with. You were not imbued with magical abilities, you were no creature of the night nor fae nor beast; merely a human with the insatiable curiosity to persist in your pursuit for new knowledge.

It had, perhaps, been that reason alone that Alucard had provided you refuge so long ago now. You were simply a nosy human, no more harm than a fierce woodland rodent.

He had kept you at an impressive distance for quite a long time, so much so that you thought you occupied a space with a ghost. You saw him drift from room-to-room often, seemingly like an aimless entity, always gliding at a brisk pace with stale air catching beneath his long coat. His eyes were so focused, there was a goal in mind, though you wondered what he ever accomplished.

And, without fail, you noticed the way his hair moved around him. That beautiful hair that glistened like tinsel when the light filtered in from grungy stained glass. You had thought him to be of an otherworldly kind of beauty; somewhat angelic, somewhat ghostly and intangible.

You had fallen in love with him upon sight.

“It’s dim,” Alucard rarely brought attention to himself during his excursions to track your whereabouts in the castle, though this had recently changed. Tonight, he brought with him an exquisite lantern with warm colored glass that set the room awash in yellow light. “Is your candle sufficient for your reading?”

“I think I’m doing alright, thanks.” You replied, providing a swift glance at the dancing, delicate flame within arms reach of you. “What brings you all the way to this wing of the castle tonight?”

It was custom for him to thwart your attempts to question him, better yet, he often didn’t answer you at all. As of late, you had seen a change in his behaviors, he stayed nearby, usually no further than a room or two away. When your evenings were spent engrossed in texts, he took to being in that space with you as well, usually without any words to accompany it.

However, tonight was one of those peculiar nights.

“The halls are far too empty.” He said this so solemnly, though his expression remained still as stone. “Do you wish for privacy?”

You kept your thumb tucked between the pages for a moment before fully setting aside the book, shifted your body on the canape and gave your thigh an eager pat. Predictably, Alucard did nothing for a long while as he contemplated your gesture, despite fully knowing what you meant by it.

He was gentle with the lantern as he placed it nearby, finding a seat opposite of you on the piece of furniture, lowering himself onto the cushions with the back of his head resting on your lap. His legs were close to hanging off the edge of the seat, forcing him to draw a knee up while the other draped over the side. He made a point to avoid your gaze at first, and then close his eyes altogether once your fingers touched his scalp.

“I’m going to start asking you to tell me what you want.” You said with a teasing tone, lightly coiling his loose curls around your fingers as you worked through the long tresses. “There’s nothing wrong with telling me you want company, or to spend time together. There’s nothing wrong with not wanting to be alone.”

“I am aware,” he mumbled, resting both hands on his chest. “I do not want to burden you with something so insignificant.”

You shook your head, fixated still on watching his hair shine like spun gold and slip between your fingers as if the strands were of the finest silk. If you had considered that he’d look for attention tonight, a brush would had been kept close by. You worked through the few knots that had formed while you played with his hair, wrapping strands through your fingers until they resembled gold rings. The dainty curls that framed his face bounced with the motions.

After a silence which spanned long enough, you slid your hands lower until they cradled the sides of his face, giving a comforting warmth to his cold skin. Alucard opened his eyes slowly, lifting his chin to better meet your gaze.

“You’re beautiful, Alucard.”

A wisp of a smile. “As are you.”

divider; @/anlian-aishang

reposted from my deleted blog, cardeneiv

please interact & reblog if you enjoyed this piece! ❤️

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[n0rdic-kn1ght]

“Damn That Impudent Dhampir” - An Alucard Tepes X OC Fanfiction (Part 3)

Warning: Some light smut. Not full-on sex, but definitely mature.

Light began to filter through our tent, causing my eyes to open. I stretched, and rubbed the sleep from them. I went to get up, when I was suddenly pulled back. I gasped very softly. I turned around, and realized Alucard had just grabbed me and pulled me in his sleep. A blush heated my face, and I tried to break free from his grasp.

“Mm… no…”, he murmured, and groaned in his sleep, holding onto me tighter.

I sighed, rolling my eyes. Great. How was I gonna get out of this without waking him? I tried to slowly squirm my way out of his arms, but I suddenly felt something poking against the back of my thigh. My eyes widened. Looks like his body was awake before his mind was. Feeling more awkward than before, I quickly slipped out of his grasp.

“Finally…”, I said, with a huff.

Slowly, I stepped out of the tent, a blush still heating my face. I walked over to some bushes, and relieved myself. I stayed out there for some time, afterwards. I was deep in thought about how today would go. After some time, I stood up and casually walked back to the tent. I was going to go back to sleep. I moved the flap of the tent aside. My eyes immediately widened, and I quickly bolted out of the tent. I couldn’t believe what I just witnessed.

“I-I am so sorry!”, I apologized, profusely. “I-I thought you were still asleep!”

From inside the tent, I heard Alucard fastening his belt back on, and he stepped outside. His cheeks were tinged with a slight red, and he looked like he didn’t know what to say to me.

“J-just maybe give me a warning next time…”, he said, sighing. “What did you want, anyways? It’s still super early. Trevor and Sypha aren’t even awake yet.”

“I was just gonna go back to sleep…” I told him, averting my gaze from his piercing eyes.

“A-alright…”, he said, with a nod. “You do that. I think I’m gonna go for a walk.”

With that, I watched him walk away, fast. He was obviously very embarrassed—I couldn’t blame him. I had walked in on him pleasing himself, and now I had to continue the rest of the journey with him. Just great. I wasn’t getting that image out of my head anytime soon.

(Alucard’s POV)

As I walked away from Lorena, I could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks. I exhaled sharply, and paced back and forth, hidden partially by some nearby trees. I felt so frustrated. I woke up, she wasn’t there, I assumed I would have time to get rid of my ‘problem’.

“Alucard?!”, I heard Trevor’s booming voice shout for me.

“I am right here, Belmont!”, I called back, walking out from behind the trees and undergrowth.

I slowly approached him. Him and Sypha must’ve just gotten up.

“What the hell were you doing over there? You look like you’ve seen a ghost, or…”, he began, narrowing his eyes at me.

I rolled my eyes. “What?!”

“Or… did you and Lorena… You know?”, he replied, leaning in closer to me, teasingly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, I roughly replied.

“No! Ya know… did you…?”, he asked, making a subtle thrusting motion.

I scoffed.

“No! You would know if we did. Our tent was not too far from yours…”, I retaliated, pushing past him, feeling more awkward than before.

Trevor cackled at my flustered reaction, but I just shook my head and paid him no mind. I began to pick up the few logs we used for a firewood, and walked over to place them back in the covered part of the wagon. I was about to walk back to grab some more of our things, but Sypha stopped me.

“Alucard, is Lorena still asleep?”, she asked me.

“Yeah, she is, I believe”, I answered.

“Could you wake her up?”

I just stood there, biting the inside of my cheek. I really didn’t want to be the one to wake her, especially after our encounter early this morning.

“Alucard, can you or not? We have to get going!”, she frustratedly repeated herself, her brows furrowing in anger.

“C-can’t you or Trevor just wake her…?”

Sypha sighed, and then gave me a shove in the direction of the tent I shared with Lorena.

“Quit being a baby, and go wake her up! Ugh! Men…”, she groaned.

I scoffed at Sypha, and then took a deep breath. I forced myself to walk over to our tent, and I slowly moved the flaps of it aside, and I knelt down next to Lorena. My breath hitched in my throat as I stared down at her, still deep in slumber. She looked quite beautiful, like a sleeping goddess. I quickly shook those thoughts away, with a silent embarrassment.

“Lorena…”, I said to her, gently shaking her. “We’ve got to get going.”

She eventually opened her eyes, those beautiful green orbs meeting mine. I blinked softly at her.

(Lorena’s POV)

I woke up to Alucard’s voice gently urging me awake. I stretched.

“Yeah… I’ll get up…”, I replied, sleepily.

I proceeded to walk past him, out of the tent.

After about fifteen minutes, we were all packed up in the wagon, once more. We were now on our way to a big library-like museum known as the ‘Belmont Hold’. Trevor told us we could probably find some useful things there, in his family’s old building. I felt quite excited to go there, actually. I had a love for libraries, museums, and things filled with history, and knowledge. I hadn’t been to a library in many years, and I happened to just love books. As our wagon began to move, again, I glanced over at Alucard in back. He quickly looked away, and I smiled softly. I had caught him staring at me. Perhaps there was hope for us… maybe he would remember me.

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[howlingdemon13]

I think… I think chapter 8 is done… 🥹

Mend Us is going to be over 50k words after this! I’m screaming! I’m crying!

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[thewriterwhowritesnot]

In The Library pt.3

Warnings: A little action (not the smutty kind), Alucard being protective, the reader being relatable af.

A/N: Whaddup, biatches. I wrote this in two hours. I hope you enjoy it. Excuse the typos and please do not drag me for plot holes. We love a good story but we all are here for the coming sex, be honest!!! This chapter is over 2k words. A short one but it’s necessary for the plot. 

Summary: A college student takes a liking to the campus’s resident librarian but things get spookier and more risque than either one of them anticipated. 

Part 1.  Part 2.

                  Part Three

To say that you were sure of what had killed that girl would’ve been a lie. Nobody knew and none of the police officials would give out any details. Ana was disturbed and you had held her hand when she gave her story to the questioning officer. 

   Nobody saw anything. Nobody had any answers. As the chatter of onlookers and bustling officers echoed around you, you watched as the coroners zipped the body into a black bag. The obvious bitemark was fresh in your mind, and your thoughts were absurd. She must’ve been stabbed with a syringe or a double-pointed weapon. Anything besides being bitten. Bitten by what? What animal bites like that? 

Your fingers began to itch as you started to let the thought settle in your baffled brain. A vampire bites like that. It was stupid and the logical part of you said so but something else deep within your gut told you otherwise. The voice was clear and it had been with you in times when no one else was. It said, very clearly, “you know what you saw.” 

   “Ma’am?” The officer shook you gently, knocking you out of your thoughts. You blinked and met the stern woman’s eyes. “Do you have anything to add?” 

     You shake your head, eager to get up and be out of this parking lot. A group of Ana’s sorority sisters were surrounding you both in seconds, nearly swallowing you both as you shimmy your way past their limbs. They cocooned Ana as you stepped to the side, happy to be released from what felt like an interrogation. 

Scanning the crowd, your eyes found the familiar head of Adrian. He was on the steps of the building exchanging words with a serious-looking man in a suit. On legs you could barely feel, you made your way to him swiftly enough for you to hear the stranger's last words. 

“This is an issue I expect your cooperation on, Sir Tepes.” 

Adrian nodded. “Of course, Chief.” He turned his head, his eyes finding you immediately as the Chief walked away. 

  “Are you in trouble?” You ask. Adrian shakes his head and looks past you at the girls guiding Ana into a car as they prepare to drive off. “Are you not going with your friends?”

“They’re not my friends.” You say quietly. The street begins to clear out and you watch as Adrian methodically scans the street in what you can only describe as a predatory accounting of all moving things. He tilts his head back and you see his nostrils flair ever so slightly. He looks at you a moment before guiding you back into the library. Without a word, he puts all of your things in your bag, precisely the way you had the last time you’d come. You watch as he collects his keys and jacket before sliding your bag over his shoulder and taking your hand. 

“Where are we going?” 

He doesn’t answer as you reach the front of the building. Sliding the door open with his foot, he pokes his head out and looks up and down the now-empty street before allowing you to step into the night. 

“Why are we-”

“Shh.” He says quickly, as you struggle to not trip over your feet as he pulls you to his car. Silently, he sits you in the seat with your bag in your lap before shutting your door. You watch as he moves to cross over to his side. A flash of something bright comes out of nowhere and Adrian’s body is pressed against the hood of the car by a tall woman with skin as white as her robes. The shriek that comes out of your mouth has the woman’s red eyes looking at you which makes you shrink back in horror. 

Adrian takes this time to slide from under her, too fast for you to see, and they disappear. You lean forward in your seat, peering over the dash to see where they’ve gone. The door on the driver’s side opens and you jump as the smell of rotten eggs wrestles a gag from your abdomen. Rough hands snatch you up by your jacket and drag you from your seat. You scream bloody murder, unable to see what has you but able to hear its unnatural growls. 

Vision blurry from tears caused by your gagging, you suck in the open air in search of something other than decay. Whatever has you drags you to the middle of the street and you see Adrian nearly a block away swinging a shiny stick at the woman that attacked him. As your eyes adjust you see that the stick is a very long sword and he blocks her sharp attacks with a speed you struggle to register. You watch as your librarian hits the woman with the butt of his sword handle and she’s propelled towards you. By the time she lands a mere five feet away, Adrian is there, sword gliding past him and into the skull of the creature that held you. 

Unable to look away, you see the sword return to his hand as he impales it into the chest of the woman on the ground. She reaches for him, snarling openly with the sharpest teeth you’ve ever seen. Adrian grabs the woman by her throat and stares into her eyes as she makes a strangled sound. 

“You made a very big mistake tonight.” Something in his voice makes you grind your teeth as your legs shake beneath you. His blood-red eyes find yours and you struggle to comprehend what you’re looking at. The wildness of his features is quickly replaced with the ones you normally see as he pulls the sword from the woman’s crumbling corpse. You look at her as her body crackles and she turns to dust. The same happens to the large body of the beast that snatched you from the car. 

The night returns to its eerie stillness and Adrian slowly puts the sword down on the concrete. Slowly, he raises his hands into the air, eyes never leaving yours as he takes a delicate step toward you. You stay very still, like a bunny waiting for the fox to make a move as he takes another step toward you. 

Your fight or flight response finally kicks in and you scramble to get to your feet. His hand is over your mouth with the other holding you to his chest before you have time to scream. He holds your head back so that you can look him in the eye. 

“Hey. Hey, I’m not going to hurt you.” He coos as your hyperventilation increases. “I know you’re scared. That was very unexpected, wasn’t it? Everything is going to be okay. I need you to take a deep breath. Can you do that for me?” 

You whimper as your shaking intensifies. Adrian takes a steady breath before sighing. “Alright.” He whispers before you feel a pressure on the side of your neck and darkness drags you into the depths of unconsciousness. 

The sound of an alarm clock causes you to bolt upright, a scream waiting in your throat as you search your surroundings. You’re happy to see that you’re in your bed.

“I was wondering when you’d wake up.” 

Following the sound of the voice, you see Adrian sitting against the wall in a deliberately non-threatening position. His eyes are back to their normal state. Or so you thought before he leans forward and his usual light brown irises are replaced with a lively gold that seems to move like pools of water. 

“I know you have questions and I’m prepared to answer them.” 

“You’re a vampire.” You blurt out. He smiles gently, pleased that you’re speaking to him. “Yes.” You stare at him, heart aching for a reason you don’t fully understand. 

“What the actual fuck is going on right now? Am I in a mental institution? Are you a hallucination?” The crack in your voice increases as tears well up in your eyes. Adrian floats to your side and you instinctively shrink away when he reaches for your hand. He retreats, eyes on the floor as he sits beside your bed. 

“If I were a hallucination, I certainly wouldn’t tell you so.” His voice is monotone and you rest your hand beside your thigh on the comforter over your lap, resisting the urge to reach out and touch him. You were at war with yourself. Clearly, you’ve had a mental breakdown. There was no way you had seen what you deep down knew you saw last night. The way he moved. Both of them. As if they were outside of gravity and time. 

“The full explanation is complicated but the most important thing is I did not kill that girl. I’m here to find out exactly who is killing people.” 

“People?” 

He nods. “She wasn’t the first. Which is why the Chief has agreed to be open with me about the investigation. If I don’t get to the bottom of what’s been going on, I may have to close the school and I don’t want that.” 

Frowning, you open your mouth to ask how he plans on doing that. 

“I own the school.” He spoke swiftly aiming to answer any question you had. “As well as the library and every book in it.” 

“Hm.” You hum as you slump back against the pillows. You think over the events of the previous night. “Who was that last night? The banshee-looking chick with the nightmarish sidekick? The killer?” 

“No. That was an old enemy that tracked me down. She’d brought an animated gargoyle. I was hoping I could get you safely home before she found my exact location but I miscalculated. She was moving faster than I thought.” He sighed and glanced at you. “I truly am sorry. I shouldn’t have been so familiar with you in the first place. It was selfish.” 

The room was silent once again. 

“I understand if you don’t want to speak to me again. Not after what you saw last night. I…I could make you forget if you wish.” He stared straight ahead as he waited for you to speak.

Examining him, as you often did when you were able to, you studied his face. His beauty was normally ethereal. Anybody could see that but there was more now that you saw him without anything to dull it. His chest rose and fell steadily as he breathed. You could see the jump of his pulse on the side of his exposed neck. He swallowed slowly, his eyes now flicking over the indents on the wall in front of him. Even with the otherness in his appearance, he seemed so…human. 

“You’re warm.” You mumble. He looks at you then. “What?”

You clasp your hands together and meet his eyes. “Your skin is warm. Vampires are supposed to be dead and cold.” Slowly, like the night before, he placed his forearms on the bed and rested his chin on the backs of his hands. “My mother was human.” 

    Nodding slowly, you debate on what to do next. Sliding the blanket off your legs, you scoot to the edge of the bed beside him. “So you’re a half-breed. How does that work?” 

He shifts uncomfortably. “You don’t know how conception works?” 

“You know that’s not what I mean.” You whisper. He narrows his eyes. 

“The proper term is dhampir. I eat and drink as you do but need blood ever so often to remain in full health.” 

Sighing, you stare down at him as he peers up at you. “I don’t want to forget, Adrian.” His eyebrows raise slightly as if he’s surprised. “Of course you do. You want to pretend that none of this ever happened. You should want to forget.” 

‘Well, I don’t. I want to help.” 

“Absolutely not.” 

‘I can help you. What leads do you have so far?” 

He closed his eyes. “I’ve done this for centuries, y/n. You nearly died last night and I can’t have your blood on my hands.” 

“Exactly. I almost died and I could be the next victim whether you let me help or not. I’d have a better chance at survival by being aware of what’s going on instead of roaming around like some empty-headed human with everyone else.”

Sliding to your knees in front of him you scoot closer and turn his head so he’ll look at you. “I can’t go back when I know that these things exist. I’ve spent hours reading about all sorts of beings I thought didn’t exist. But to know that they could is amazing. Please. Teach me.” 

    He stands abruptly and glides to the door. Resting his hand on the doorknob, he hesitates. “Come to the library once you’re done with your classes. We’ll discuss things more in-depth then.”

“You’re not going to disappear are you?” You ask, your voice sounding small to you. He turns slightly, his eyes softening as he looks at your face. “I would never leave without saying goodbye.” 

The weight in your chest eases as he winks at you and leaves the room.

You sit on the floor until your second alarm goes off, warning you that you have fifteen minutes to get dressed so you can be at your first class of the day on time. You move through your day on autopilot, your mind constantly trailing back to the previous night's events and your fascination with Adrian. After seeing him vamp out, you should have been running for the hills but you had no desire to. You wanted to know more, and even though you knew the fate of that girl in every vampire movie that acted like she wasn’t dealing with a literal killer, you still ended up outside the library at the end of the day. 

Set on finishing what you started, you lugged your heavy backpack up the steps and walked into the library, leaving the world you knew before in the past. 

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Kissed by Moonlight (Alucard x Witch! Reader) 2

A/N: Thank you for your patience! I've been very busy with Monstober and have taken time to focus more on this story. Hope you enjoy it!

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Chapter 2

In your dreams, you’re whole again, and the happiest you’ve ever been.

You jolt in a familiar bed, one cold and worn from the years melting away: a bed too small. Yet, it’s not the bed you had when you were under Bogdan’s roof, and it brought forth fond memories.

Your mother was situated by her workbench, humming a soft tune you remembered from your childhood. Standing behind her, you could only watch, observing how she had not aged since that day, and she looked as you remembered.

“You are very hard to communicate with, sweet girl,” your mother spoke, her dark dress swayed in the deadness of the air, keeping her back to you. “Your mind has been elsewhere.”

“I don’t understand how I’m speaking to you,” you wavered, holding a hand hesitantly but pulling away, afraid of touching her again, “you are not here anymore, mama.”

“I and my sisters are in the ancestral plane, my girl,” she continued. “I have always been with you, in mind and spirit.”

You could only choke on a laugh, bitterly replying, tears threatening to spill. “Then I must have failed myself for losing all my powers. I’m not the prophecy you spoke of.”

Your mother turned so you could see her face finally, and a veil covered her face, darkness shrouding her appearance. Despite not being able to see her face, you knew she was smiling.

“Why do you think that?”

 “I cannot do anything,” you held your hands out in front of you, trying to concentrate on anything, flames or cold to reach your fingertips, yet nothing came, “I am hopeless.”

“You are speaking to me through a veil of limbo, are you not?” She questioned and there was sadness in her tone, as if you had disappointed her.

It made you question her words, thoughtfully reflecting on them. “You did not teach me about astral projection—or how to reach the veil of the ancestral plane. I… did not know it existed.”

“It belongs to us,” she sang sweetly, “it has always belonged to us, my Y/N.” She reached towards you and placed a hand on your shoulders, her grasp as cold as death.

“There is one thing that has always made me proud of you, what has made the sisters believe in you,” she spoke, and you felt the chill spread like wildfire through your chest. “You were everything they needed in a witch.”

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The comfort of dreams and darkness spat you out until you felt exhausted, shuddering back life into you.

Your mind felt as if it was in the middle of a fog, slowly clearing up as your heavy eyes opened and shut with the contrasting brightness. The burning sensation seemed to dwindle from your chest, and you were replaced with the cold that came harshly.

You shivered, groggily taking in the sight of flames that brightened the already dark room. You seemed to be in a reception or lounge, the Corinthia you were laid on was a deep crimson colour, and gold leaf trim took part most of its decoration.

“I see you’re awake.” The same voice cut through the sharpness of the air, startling you to stare at the entrance. Oh, right, your saviour—if you could call him that. You could still remember the blade, as cold as ice, pressed against your neck before you passed out, and you were suddenly very aware that you were alone with this stranger; a stranger with a habit of murder.

“Where am I?” You groaned, clutching your head as you found beside you a glass of water already by the table, gingerly picking it up and debating whether to drink from it. If he wanted you dead, he would’ve killed you by now, and the liquid was already being chugged, cooling and crisp down your throat.

“I’m surprised you didn’t even think twice before you stepped a foot inside these halls,” the dulcet voice sounded both bored and irritated by your mere presence. His silhouette moved like a black cat, sticking closely to the doorway. You heard his voice closer to you this time. “I can’t tell if you’re brave or a fool for coming here.”

It dawned on you finally and slowly that you were still inside Dracula’s castle—that the Vampire king himself owned it. It brought a shudder down your spine, but the curiosity in wanting to know why he was there.

“You don’t seem afraid to be here.” You questioned vigilantly.

“No, I would be if this had not been my home.” The figure finally emerged from the shadows, and you almost squinted at his appearance. The first thing you noticed was his wavy long pale blond hair, reaching past his waist, skin pale as moonglow. It was his eyes that were the most beautiful and eerie: golden as honey or the same colour of leaves that fell in the autumntime.

There was something unnatural about him: not exactly human that you could place, a sombreness that hung over him. You did not know what he had seen in his lifetime, but you could see it in his eyes.   

The handsome stranger was dressed in black leather trousers and boots, a simple shirt that showed some of his chest, and a long drawn scar was visible, grotesquely large and haunting.

It was only when you saw what was floating beside him, a long, thin sword, glinting brightly with silver and ornate beauty as it stood vigilantly by his side.

He seemed to notice quickly your eyes darting between him and the weapon beside him. “Will you put that thing away?”

He did not answer you but the sword pulled back from him to stand by the door as he inched closer towards you, watching you with suspicion. “Who are you?”

The stark contrast of his words was not as soft as they had been before, and with the sword standing in the background, you chose to answer him honestly rather than risk being another body staked outside. “My name is Y/N. I come from a village not far from here—”

“You do not speak the truth.” He snarls, and something glints as he opens his mouth wide enough, but is gone within seconds. The blond’s nose scrunches in almost disgust as if the most revolting stench fell over him “It reeks of sorcery,” there’s something feral in his demeanour and the way the sword flickers to move closer to his side, “witch.”

“Yes, I am a witch,” you reply honestly, eyes darting between the sword and him again, your life dangling on the edge. “Please, I don’t have anywhere else to go—I wouldn’t be here for long if you—”

“I do not have anything for you. Leave at once.” He interrupted tersely, circling you, posture tense as if he was either ready to lunge at you or flee. “I do not welcome strangers.”

No, if the bodies were not a warning already. You gulped. “I have no choice but to leave there. I had to for—” Your words stilled on your tongue, nervously tracing your fingers along your wrist in feeble comfort. “I cannot go back there. They… I fled for my life.”

The blond man doesn’t speak for a moment, instead, he watches in hawkish contemplation, studying you, examining if you are telling the truth. It felt as if you could be set on fire by his gaze alone, and finally, he looked away, eyes taking to the hearth.

“Very well,” he says after some time, “you have one month to stay here. One month, and then you can find your way somewhere new.”

Your heart leapt from your chest, ready to almost jump into his arms with gratitude. You watch as he turns, before saying over his shoulder. “There is a bathroom on the second floor, the last room to the left. You stink.”

There is no time to speak your thanks to him, as he’s gone in a hurry, away from the room you occupy. You don’t go looking for him, following up the winding hallways as you follow his instructions, finding the room after looking for some time.

The bathroom is as splendid as the rest of Dracula’s castle: all marble and gleaming white stones and a bath! You take your time to make sure you’re alone, before finding the way to get water through. It’s utterly incredible to witness true science, how hot water comes through without ever needing to gather it from a source. You laugh to yourself, believing how undeniably insane you look in front of his man, and how you too, would be wary of your presence.

It was obvious by your state when you looked in the mirror: your hair was tangled and difficult to even run your fingers through, with the odd chicken feather poking out. Your skin was riddled in mud and bruises covered your thighs and arms. Your cheek is still sore from when Bogdan smacked you, though it is not as red when you see splatters of red across your clothing.

My God, I look mad. You pluck the feathers as you try detangling your hair with your fingers, before stripping off your clothes as the water grows to a level that is good enough for you to get in. The water almost stings from how hot it is, your skin grows pinkish from the heat as you sigh in relief, submerging your body as the water grows clear to a greyish-brown hue.

Grimacing, you occupy yourself with the shelf of many bottles by your side, picking out shampoos and conditioners as you begin the long process of washing your hair. Your curls hid many secrets, as well as the knots that take forever to untangle until they’re smooth and soft to the touch. You dip your head to lean the suds, scrubbing your entire body with the bar of soap until it's red raw.

Not wishing to get out, the water grows cooler, and you grab a towel for your body and head, wrapping your hair up securely as you gather your dirty clothes. You debate on putting them back on or awkwardly trying to find the man of the castle, opening the door to feel something wedged in front.

You inspect the neatly folded clothes, a dress as seaweed green and looking a decade or two out of fashion, a clean chemise and stockings. You dress quickly in the bathroom, finding the kirtle fits you nicely, and you can feel that the material is good quality – as if it’s not been worn before.

Questions dance in your mind – why does he have dresses? Did they belong to a previous wife?

You kept them to the back of your mind as you let your hair air dry, keeping everything as neat as possible as you wandered back to where you could hope of finding the oddly handsome man.

You checked rooms on the second and ground floor: to no avail, was he around, until you found the kitchen on the ground floor, empty, except for the beautiful smells that wafted through the room. You didn’t realise how hungry you had been, not when the food smelt as amazing as it looked.

“You found the kitchen fine then.” A voice interrupted you.

You turned to find the culprit, the blond man was carrying a basket of apples, passing you as he placed them in the middle of the table. The apples were so large they didn’t look real!

He noticed you staring, looking at you for a moment up and down. “The dress you found I see?”

“Yes,” you gathered the material, feeling its softness, “it is very beautiful. Was it your wife’s?”

You see it for yourself, his pale cheeks erupt into a brightness you’ve never seen before, and he averts his gaze from you. “No, the dress is actually my mother’s.”

“Oh.” You say, awkwardness filling the room as he continues sorting out a meal. “Is fish okay for you?” He asks to break the ice.

You nod, watching as he preps two plates, filled with vegetables you’ve never seen before, as bright as anything that could be harvested. The two of you gather your plates as you go to sit at the table, and you fill your stomach with food before it reaches your eyes. The food is rich in flavour and you almost cry from having something so filling in your life.

Neither of you speak as you eat, and though you wish to keep asking him questions, he is quick to speak. “My name is Alucard.”

You choke almost on your fish, staring wide-eyed at him. “Like The Alucard? The one who defeated Dracula?”

“I do rather not like being used that title, but yes, I defeated Vlad Dracula… my father.”

It suddenly dawns on you: his pale skin and unnatural eye colour, how he moves on a whim and as fast as the wind. There was an ethereal beauty to him that you could not place at first, and you were now certain you weren’t losing your mind when you thought you saw fangs in his mouth.

“Oh.” That is all you can say, and Alucard is quick to scrunch his eyebrows at you incredulously, with a look that reads ‘Oh? Is that all you can say?’

“I’m sorry for your loss.” You finally manage to say, and you think you’ve said the wrong thing, but the look that flashes across Alucard’s face is one that you think he’s not felt before.

“No one has ever said that to me, that they were sorry,” his words are soft, tired from a life of grief. You can understand him, yet you wish for him to warm up to you. You notice his sword is still in the room, floating in the corner like a sleeping soldier, idly waiting for orders to strike. “It feels quite relieving.” It takes you a moment to realise that he’s trying to joke from the solemness of his tone.

The tension is still there, and quickly you notice that his softness is replaced by the cold exterior once again, as he stands from his spot, cleaning the dishes. “If you’re to be staying here as a temporary guest, you should find the bedroom on the first floor to the right is free to use.”

Watching him pass from the room and disappear is enough to make your heart sink, from the loneliness of the castle, and from the pain of having to share it with a living,  broken ghost.

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to where the willows weep (richter belmont)

synopsis: in search of a rare willow, an apothecary sails from her homeland in the east to france. she lacks a bodyguard, and rumour has it that a certain young man in the town of machecoul is up for hire. so long as you have the money, that is.

multi-chapter short series, pre-nocturne

18th century, may be historically inaccurate (but i will try my best), mix povs, kind of gory!, more of a personal self-insert so it won't be inclusive of all ethnicities, setting is inspired by the netflix animated series… not konami's video games

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