#dracula tepes

[robinartblog]

just small piece for practice, i want to draw in a more sketchy loose style...

[endrae]

The piece I did for @castlevaniazine ! The leftover sales are currently going until April 18th so please check it out!

[saman-tics]

Me rn

[misfitdragonlennon]

Okay, so, Dracula randomly appeared in my dream last night and I just had to draw him because he looked so cool.

[jet-set-go-go]

a win for blondes everywhere @alucarddaily

[bunnyluvx]

spending rainy nights with you.

featuring: vlad dracula ţepeş x gn!reader.

summary: you're reading late at night, and your husband grows impatient waiting for you.

warnings: minors and ageless blogs dni regardless of content.

tags: fluff | one-shot | vampire! reader | established marriage | clingy! vlad | you fight like an old married couple (you are an old married couple)

a/n: HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!! finally a new fanfic after 4 months. i'm really proud of this one so i hope you all like it! thank you to everyone who gave me advice, i really needed it. i appreciate you all so much! p.s i made the dividers featured, so please do not use them.

date started: 5:02PM, december 31st, 2024. date finished: 5:56PM, january 8th, 2025.

ib: @creativepromptsforwriting ♡ | wc: 2.9k | ao3

Darkness cradles the Earth in a loving embrace while the clouds cry. The moon cannot give its glow for beings below, and the stars are unable to watch the wonders of the night unfold for long without the clouds covering their view. It has been this way all evening, rain pouring down anywhere from thirty minutes to an hour, stopping for around the same amount of time before starting again. The plants and animals of the forest are grateful for the sky's nourishment, and the clouds feel so encouraged by nature's gratitude that there are no signs of this pattern letting up anytime soon.

You appreciate the weather, too, for it is perfect for reading. At the moment, you find yourself sat in one of many libraries in the castle. The rocking chair that you find yourself in is rather comfortable, and the book in your hands pulls you further into its story with every word you follow. In your most comfortable nightwear with a blanket on your lap and a cardigan around your shoulders, not many other things come to mind when you try to think of a better way to spend your evening.

"I'll be to bed soon, dear. I'm almost finished with this chapter." Your voice breaks the comfortable silence and echoes across the wooden shelves enveloping you in your little corner to reach the ears of the rather large man that is making a very poor attempt to hide.

Standing not far from you, partially behind a bookcase, is your husband, Vlad Țepeș. You've felt his presence for the past few minutes, deciding that you would wait for him to speak first, but as quiet lingered in the air, you quickly realized that he wasn't going to announce himself. Your history with Vlad goes far beyond your marriage, for the two of you were some of the first vampires to ever walk the Earth. You were good friends for a very long time, and to save the novel-worthy story, you found each other after many years of being separated and romance fiercely set ablaze. No divine being could send you someone that's close in comparison to him, and he could say the same about you.

There are a few more moments of silence before you feel wind hastily rushing against the back of your neck, followed by large, strong arms tightly wrapping around your shoulders and cold skin resting right where the air had just wafted past you. Many would find it hard to believe that Count Dracula is a clingy lover, but this behavior is of no surprise to you. For as long as the two of you have been together, Vlad has always craved closeness. When he is without you for a certain period of time, he searches the castle to take his rightful place by your side once more. He didn't have to look for long tonight, for he knew exactly where you were.

You have been obsessed with this book that you found in the library, and while he is glad that you are enjoying it, it is taking your attention away from him. This is not something that pleases Vlad very deeply, so he is planning on making some changes tonight. "You've been in here for hours. Come to bed, now." His deep voice comes with a rumble from his chest, tone composed of a gentleness reserved for you alone.

His plea does not go unheard, for you know that all he wants is for you to snuggle up with him and doze into night's comfortable slumber together. Fondness takes hold of your heart as a small, tender smile curls onto your lips. It's difficult to refuse him such an innocent ask, but it is just as difficult to pull yourself away from the narrative in your hands, so you assure your beloved, "There isn't much left. You'll be alright a few minutes more."

This earns a disappointed groan from Vlad, burying his face further into your neck. "How much more is there?"

You tilt your head and take each remaining page between your fingers until you find the next chapter, and when you find your answer, you tell him, "Three pages."

Another groan grates from Vlad's throat, prolonged from the previous one as he nestles impossibly further into your skin with his large frame leaning against the back of the wooden chair. "Remind me why we sleep at night." Your darling requests, peaking up at your face.

"Hey, you don't have to sleep at night if you don't want to. It was your idea to change your sleep schedule so that we could match," You grant Vlad his request and recall the commitment that he made to sleeping throughout the night so that the two of you would be able to be together when the sun comes up.

You have preferred day to night for as long as you could remember. You have no reason for favoring daytime other than feeling that the Earth is so much more lively and bright. The plants are so vibrant beneath the sunlight, and there are so many things that you want to experience that you wouldn't be able to otherwise. Vlad always knew that you enjoyed day more than night, therefore adjusting your sleeping schedule accordingly; As a result, Vlad told you that he was going to start sleeping through the night too. At first, you were a bit worried about such a major change to his routine, but he insisted that he wanted to see the world through your eyes. This has been the arrangement ever since, and you cannot help but feel so smitten by the idea that he is willing to introduce such adjustments to his agenda in order to be with you.

With this transition in his life, Vlad knew that he was going to be groggy. While he has a substantial amount of energy compared to most vampires, this does not exempt him from needing the same amount of sleep. Have no doubt when he swears that there is nothing that he would change about dedicating himself to your lifestyle. You were right when you said that it was his choice, but unfortunately, it does not cure the fatigue that he often finds himself with when he stirs from his night's rest.

In attempt to adjust to the pattern he promised you, he likes going to bed early. Vlad tries to be tucked in anywhere from seven to nine P.M, and typically, you are by his side. You go to bed around the same time that he does, if not a little later, so when he was preparing himself for bed without you, he got worried. He figured that you would come to bed soon, so he laid down in attempt to fall asleep. As the hours ticked by with still no sign of you, he became restless, eventually making the decision to go look for you.

A defeated huff leaves Vlad's lips as he rests his forehead against the back of your neck again. One of many reasons why he fell in love with you was because of your smart mouth, and you pick the most bedeviling times to use it. "I know that," He mumbles lowly, peaking back up at you before resting his chin on your shoulder and closing his eyes.

"You know that I can't sleep without you. Please, come to bed." The count pleads again, sweeter this time.

You almost give in to his honeyed words, their innocent warmth daring to bewitch you. Nevertheless, you keep your composure while your eyes remain on the page before you, as they have throughout the entire conversation, "You will be just fine, dear. Only a few minutes longer."

Vlad has learned much about patience in his life, especially when he found you again. All good things come to those who wait is something that the dark-haired vampire has commonly watched play out, so normally, this wouldn't be the end of the world for him. He would do naught more than pout and refuse to detach himself from you until you came to bed. Tonight, however, Vlad will not be indulging in your distractions. Quick to stand, sending a blast of wind against your back once more, the count steps to your side before lifting you up into his arms. You yelp at the unexpected change of location and almost drop your book in the process, barely being able to catch it by its spine before holding it closed to your chest and leaning against your husband. "Vlad!!" You exclaim, laughter tickling its way from your lungs moments after.

"No. I have had enough. You are coming to bed with me." The vampire declares as he begins to make his way towards the library's exit.

"Vlad, put me down!!" You demand, only moderately annoyed with him as you flail in his grasp in attempt to escape, "Right now!!"

"Nope. So sorry, my dear, but your book is going to have to wait." Vlad proclaims, lips tilting upwards in a cheeky grin as his head turns to the side so that radiant red eyes can meet yours, "Your husband requires your attendance to the nightly snuggle session. You're late."

Any attempts you're making to escape the security of this man's arms are greatly failing you, so you decide to admit defeat now rather than later. His strength serves well, and while you are grateful for it most days, this is a good example of the cons of being married to one of Earth's most powerful vampires. He can, and will, wrangle you around whenever he pleases. Your bottom lip pokes out from its place as you lean against the man's chest, determined to uphold your front of unwavering stubbornness.

Amused by your dramatics, Vlad rolls his eyes playfully and allows them to close while a chuckle vibrates up his chest and past his lips. He opens them again to admire your sullen expression, musing, "Oh, come now. I can't be that bad of a cuddler since you're pitching a fit."

Your pout is quick to dispel from your face, a long sigh expelling from your lungs just afterwards. You avoid eye contact as you agree with him, "No, you're not."

Another chuckle escapes the mouth of your lover, a sound that you are secretly glad to hear that reassures you that he isn't taking you seriously. He draws you closer to his chest as he softly murmurs against your forehead before placing a kiss to it, "Don't worry, you can read more tomorrow."

You sulk and avoid eye contact for a bit before dropping the act. It wasn't much longer before you arrived into your shared bedroom, the door coming open to reveal a sight that has grown comforting to you over the years. The room is decorated primarily in red and black, as you both adore the colors, but there are a few distinct shades around too which sets apart your individual styles. Assorted trinkets rest across dressers and shelves from the many travels that you two have taken over the years, gifts and ornaments that you've made for each other through a plethora of shared anniversaries that always bring a smile to your face every time you pay mind to them.

Variously styled mirrors, decor, and paintings hang on the walls. There is no real purpose for the mirrors other than to enhance the elegance of the room, as they are too high for both you and Vlad to see anything from. The paintings, however, hold much importance to both of you. Each illustration that lays across your walls tells a story from one of your memorable moments together. Vlad personally hired the best artist he could find to perfectly capture your most treasured experiences, and whenever you are having a bad day, all you have to do is look up to brighten your spirits.

Your husband walks over to his side of the bed and holds you above the center before dropping you onto the soft surface, causing you to puff out an exhale before your laughter sings into the air. You lay yourself across the bed and remain still while Vlad adjusts the canopy draped over the wooden post by his pillow before he launches at you. With no time to move away, he plops over your stomach, the impact of his weight causing you to wheeze. You look down at him with an astonished grin on your lips as he lays in momentary silence before lifting himself off of you to settle onto you comfortably. You sit up and adjust all of the pillows behind you before leaning back against them, prying your book open again before it is promptly snatched out of your hands and slammed onto Vlad's nightstand. You laugh and try to reach for it, imploring for its return, but that is quickly shut-down by the vampire hovering above you, "No. Sincerest apologies. You'll get it back tomorrow."

Slowly, he stations himself on top of you with his head against your abdomen just under your chest. He is mindful of your body language to ensure your comfort, and when he descends his full weight with no awkward shifting or complaints from you after a few minutes, he concludes your contentment with the position and nestles his head against you with closed eyes. Your arms lift as he gets himself cozy, and once he relaxes, you wrap your arms around his shoulders while your fingers begin to comb through his hair. A smile graces the vampire's lips as your touch serves to soothe all worries away from his mind.

You cannot stop the smile that grows onto your own face as you watch his lips curl up. No soul, alive or dead, can say that they have experienced Vlad Țepeș' joy the way that you do, and for this, you are grateful. Vlad has spent so much of his life keeping up a cold, merciless profile for all vampires that dare to step to him, but charades with you are unnecessary. All of the walls that he spent centuries building are torn to shreds in your presence, and no matter his methods, they could never withstand your blinding iridescence. There is comfort in your arms that he has never found in another, and this tranquility that he has the luxury of being the only person to experience is something that he holds close to his heart. This is not something that you do knowingly, for it is who you are. You are a constant source of peace that quells the ever-roaring fire in his soul to a quiet crackle. You are what inspires him to be curious about the world, you keep his thirst for knowledge abundant with your differing perspectives, and he firmly believes that your ideas could change the world.

It's truly a shame that your eyes cannot convey the amount of love that you hold for this man, but they are doing their best. Your gaze displays your overwhelming adoration for him, and he surely feels how loved he is. When you look at him, Vlad knows that he is admired in every way he never dreamed of. Your eyes do not have to meet for him to know that you look at him like he is the greatest thing in the world, and that is all you could ever wish for. You finally decide to break the silence after watching him rest for a bit, teasing him, "Is this going to be your spot for the night?"

Any thoughts that Vlad was having before you embraced him have completely vanished. Now, it's just you, him, and your warm bed. All he can muster out is a low, "Mhm."

You giggle as you recognize his sleepiness and lift your legs slightly, asking, "Then can we at least get under the covers so that we don't freeze to death?"

A lazy, amused smirk curls onto Vlad's face at your suggestion, his nostrils flaring in a huff. "I'm not even sure that we can freeze," He admits.

You chuckle and move your hands from his hair onto his back to pat it. "Well, I don't want to risk finding out. So come on."

An agitated groans leaves your comfy husband before he begrudgingly eases himself off of you so that you could get under the covers. The two of you adjust the pillows to their normal spaces and you shake off your cardigan to toss it aside before you slip your legs beneath the sheets. A corner of the sheets lay open, and you lift them up to welcome him inside. Vlad's lips form a gentle smile, and his eyes soften affectionately at the sight before he climbs into the covers and rests himself back on top of you. Your fingers return to threading through his hair, a blissful sigh respiring from his lungs as he resumes a comfortable position. You look down at the top of his head with the same benevolent expression that you wear every time that you look at him, and your voice comes out soft when you say, "Goodnight, my dearest. I love you."

The words that you tell him every night are words that he could never tire of hearing. When you say it, he knows that you mean it, and it fills him with ease to know that when you wake up in the morning, he will get to hear you say it again. "Goodnight, my darling. I love you too." Vlad returns the sentiment, falling into an inescapable slumber with you not far behind him.

@BUNNYLUVX ,, all rights reserved. do not copy/plagiarize any of my works or submit it into ai. any and all support is appreciated! <3

[pinkmirth]

Hiiii! Hope you are well!

Hey I know you are Alucard's number 1 fan🥰 but I was wondering if you would consider writing something (maybe smutty🫣) for us girlies who prefer his daddy.

Sincerely, a Vlad girlie!!

as much as i adore adrian, i cant deny that he gets half of those looks from his father . . . dracula lovers surely deserve a treat too, so here’s a little handful of hcs for papa vlad >.<

protective to the very ends of the earth, is what he is. vlad’s doting to the point where it could come across as concern— but when you have the very king of the undead as your beloved, there isn’t much to fear.

with a man of his stature, over seven feet with the broadest shoulders, largest hands and coldest gaze, just know that the size kink is turned all the way on. though he has to crouch a bit lower to just kiss you, he’ll always make sure to meet you where you stand and shower you in his affection.

let’s give a reminder as to why the people call this man the ‘impaler,’ because he’s packing enough to pull at least five orgasms from you. vlad’s a good 220 cm tall, of course he’d have so much to offer you in bed. there, he takes things ever so slowly; interlacing his hands with yours, careful of his claws, while his other cold palm goes to press against your waist, pulling you into his imposing frame. firm muscle and cool flesh is what you feel when in his grasp. his thrusts are paced, thoughtful, and just enough to make you writhe and mewl beneath him. his goatee grazes your skin as he comes to plant a kiss to your forehead, his breathing heavy and rasped. vlad groans out his endearment, hips throttling forward to slam into yours. as you hold onto him for dear life, legs entangling behind his waist, he goes on to whisper how greatly he loves you.

[sirberz]

what i feel when i take "no way out" as killer hahaha YOU VE GOT A LOT TO LEARN HUMAN DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT I WONT WIN??? i chose to draw alucard and dracula here but who do you prefer see on this picture? comment here

[infectioustomfoolery]

i highly recommend making Blorbo Family Portraits in gmod

[weskipooo]

DRACULA X FEM! READER

TW bones breaking

Grammar checker @shotoyami !

I heard their shouts and rapid footsteps behind me. I hid between trees and bushes, my lungs rasping for air, pulling my hooded cloak over my head hiding my face. “Where has she gone– find her! The witch must be found before she casts more spells on our people!” I felt my face morph in anger when hearing their words. Why was I a witch to them? For wanting to heal others!? My thoughts were cut off, their footsteps fading, my heart slowing down. I lifted myself from my safe place, looking around the forest– empty, with just my being. “Looks like I lost them,” I mumbled to myself with a prideful smirk, walking back out the forest. I didn’t know where I was going since my home had been burned by them. Why.. Tears welled up in my vision, my mind grasping back at the horror, their faces holding bloodthirst and hatred. “We know you are a witch, woman!” The bishop’s face held nothing but disgust. “No, no! That’s not what my work is– I promise all I want to do is heal people! No longer will everyone have to suffer!” I say with a nervous smile. “Heal? Do not lie, witch!” He spat with anger, “You cannot heal without evil magic!” My face showing confusion and disbelief, “What..? I’m not using dark magic!?” I shouted my face showing worry. “Please! You must listen to me!” His hand was held to my face, “Silence, witch! You’ll be burned and you’ll face your sins in hell!” My face morphed in horror. “You’re all sick!” One of the men picked up my book of studies in his hand, “Look at this book, it’s filled with evil words.” My face snapped toward his direction, “Don’t touch that!” He raised a brow, smirking. “Whoops– witch, you lost your spell book.” He taunts as he burns the spell book. “You’ve all gone mad!!” The bishop then looked at me, snapping his fingers. “Take this witch.. away.” I slowly backed away, seeing them light all my research on fire, my face morphing in sadness and anger, the flames reflecting in my (e/c) eyes. My sanctuary now on fire, I turned in a swift motion, tears falling from my eyes. I ran as fast as my feet could carry me, bringing me back to the moment. It was nearly getting dark, my feet were tired, my mind foggy– all I had left was just the cloak I was currently wearing from my, now scorched, house.

My mind snapped out of its trance, “There she is– get her now!!” Why are they still looking for me!? My body sprinting into action again, my cloak barely hanging onto me, adrenaline filled body. I look back seeing the men with torches and hate before looking back at my foot tangling with my cloak before falling, earning a silent snap in my ankle causing a loud cry. They stopped running looking down on me and the bishop spoke again “Did you really think a witch like you could get away..? You have sins to pay.” He looked at his men, nodding his head before one of them gripped a handful of my hair, earning a loud cry of pain. “S-stop it– let me go!! I wanna help people, I'm not a witch!” All they did was laugh in response, tugging harder, dragging my body by my hair– my scalp screaming in pain. Before they could drag me any further, a swift black landed in front of them. My body shakes in fear, words caught in my throat. It’s Vlad Țepeș– Dracula. I never thought I would lay my eyes on this man in my life. “Move aside, demon.” The bishop sneered. “Let the woman go. She has done no harm, no?” The bishop threw his hands up, exaggerating his words, “She’s a witch who works for the same demon as you!” He says with crazed eyes. “I do not! I just wanna heal people!!” I growled. The man gripping my hair tugs on it hard, earning another painful scream, making Dracula's face scrunch. “I see no harm here. If anything, it is you who is doing the harm.” The bishop's face grew more enraged. “You know nothing, demon. All you seek is blood and violence!” He spat with hate. Dracula gave the man cold eyes, “Perhaps you are speaking of yourself.” The bishop looked back at his men, then looked into my eyes with an unreadable expression. “Now, I will not ask again: release the woman.” Dracula grumbled gruffly. The bishop sneered again, looking at his men once again throwing his head in the direction of Dracula the man holding onto me throwing me at Dracula's feet my ankle colliding with the floor, crying out in pain gripping my ankle huffing curses my eyes glaring at the bishop and his men Dracula didn’t make a move to look down at me or to help me or to ask if I was alright of course he wouldn’t he hates humans he’s not gonna make sure I’m okay “woman you haven’t seen the last of us you will be caught and once we do you’ll die a fiery death and burn for your sins” my skin crawled at his words backing up into Dracula's legs they then walked off leaving us.

Sitting in silence, my body shaking, I heard a shift, watching Dracula walk away. “Wait!” I reached out on the ground, wincing as I did so. “Please don’t leave me, they'll come back and find me..” I watched as he stopped in his tracks. “Why should I care? You’re human after all.” I bit my lip and looked down, my body shaking. “I’ll help you learn stuff?” My voice cracks. “What would you teach me?” I tapped my chip. “To open your heart more?” He let out a laugh, “Teach me? To open my heart for those creatures? You? Don’t make me laugh, woman.” I huffed and pointed to the direction they left. “Those creatures don't define us all.” I spoke with venom, mentioning them. “Those are what we call the true monsters of targoviste.” Finally looking back at my leg, wincing at the sight. Yikes.. that’s gonna take a while to heal. “Now, can you please help me up–” He turned his head, staring at me for a moment. “Do not address me so easily, woman. I’m not your friend nor family, so do watch your mouth.” He spoke coldly, my face shrinking back and looking down in fear. “I-I’m sorry…” I croaked out, then heard footsteps walking in my direction. Ready for death, I closed my eyes tightly– ready to embrace death, before feeling myself being held: his right hand on my lower back, his left under my knees. “Do not speak of this to anyone, or you will die.” I swiftly bobbed my head up and down in agreement, mumbling a quick, “Yes sir.” His face scrunched at the title ‘sir’. “Refrain from calling me sir, as that makes me feel old.” He spoke softly, earning a little giggle from me, his head turning in my direction, his eyes boring into mine. Fear crawled up my back “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh,” I glanced down and was met with silence. This was gonna be a long night..

[crimsontangerine]

Going to be a hiatus again for more health stuff and to catch up.

Also excited about Thursday and the release of the Nocturne.

Stay safe out there.

[robinartblog]

Back to drawing after a short break

[littlest-w01f]

23. Wearing someone's clothes + Dracula (you know he's a giant and all that...)

a/n: Mmhmm I see you... I see you.

Take Backs

23– Wearing someone's clothes.

Dracula drabble

"Darling, have you seen my-"

The hiss is cut short as Vald opens the door to your chambers. To find you asleep in the giant bed. Wearing his robe.

He blinks twice as if to better clear the picture before him, you curled up, wearing his robe. Only his robe. From the way it falls over your shoulders to reveal the smooth skin underneath.

Your legs kick out in opposite directions under the fabric, yet he can make out how very naked you are underneath.

With a single stuttering breath, he fully walks in, closing the door behind him. And with the nimble grace of a vampire lord, he sits down on the edge of the bed, to not disturb your rest.

He can watch you forever, hear the enhanced sound of your gentle breathing, and how not a single thought troubles you as you curl into his robe. His chest swells with pride at the thought that he made it like this.

"How long have you been watching?" You open a single eye to ask, as if you had sensed him.

When you shuffle in bed, his pristine robe crinkled under the shift of your weight.

"Oh, I was just looking for my robe," He waves his clawed hand around, smirking with his fangs poking out. "Little did I know I fell in love with a little thief."

"Oh really?" You pout, feigning innocence, then you turn on your back again, pulling his robe over your shoulders better though it still slipped, "Well, no take backs." Leaving only the sound of his laugh.

[sinnerhaine]

is the CASTLEVANIA fandom alive here? i'm planning on writing castlevania fics ^-^

[alucards-boots]

Heyyy

Since requests are open, here's something I've been thinking about for a while:

At the end of Castlevania (2017-2021), we see Dracula and Lisa are alive. Imagine that while they were travelling (for a longe while, because they wanted to give Alucard space and time to process everything) Alucard and reader (who just so happens to be immortal, though not a vampire (up for you to decide what she is)) got married. Some time later, Dracula and Lisa came to reunite with their son and met his wife (a scholar, like them, humanities oriented, orchestra composer too, perhaps?).

I just love to imagine their interaction, I think Dracula and reader would get along so well😭

Sorry if it is too much or too detailed, please don't feel pressured to indulge my delirious impulses lol‼️ Also, just wanted to say that you are such a good writer, you have an incredible way with words! Thank you for sharing your work with us, I love to read it every time, Gods bless you🫶🫶

Hello dearest! I’d love to indulge in your delirious fantasies! In fact, its no pressure at all! Aha i do hope i have a way with words, thank you my sweet, may the gods bless you too far more! 💝

Dracula’s heart nearly dropped out of nostalgia at the sight of his castle, lisa gasped at the sight of wandering villagers, some houses near, her baby boy did her justice..

Dracula felt nervous, his voice stammering slightly. “Perhaps— perhaps its best if we go at night.. i would not like to intervene.”

“Well, we are intervening by meeting him..”

It took a while to convince her, she eventually relented, deciding to wait until night.

Around the night.. it wasnt so.. well, expected.

As lisa and dracula stepped into the castle— how? Well, this is dracula’s castle.

There came rushing feet with weapons before they took a pause.

“Adrian!..” lisa exclaimed before trailing off at the sound of the sword clinking to the floor and a loud thud.

You quickly rushed to your husband..

Who fainted.

The two rushed forward as well, catching their son, who fainted in shock, your heart is pounding, despite the situation, thats harmless, you’re still worried about your husband.

“W— who are you?”

“I’m his wife! Who—“ you paused at your sentences, taking in their features, it clicked..

On the other hand, the other two, were in shock.

“We’ll talk about this later! My husband fainted!”

You gently dapped a clean cloth, letting the cloth absorb the sweat on his forehead as he sat, conflicted— confused??— ecstatic???..

“Theyre at the main hall, love..”

“I—..i— i don’t understand..”

Your lips met his temple, sending a gentle calmness through him, his hand automatically held yours.

“Saint germain must have done something.. all we know, this time, its the side of magic than science on the coin.”

He nodded with a soft hum.. still in shock but enough to gather himself.

“I.. dont know what to say..”

“You guys dont have to.. just seeing each other is enough for a conversation to last a millennia, so come..”

He hesitated before slowly getting up, your arm wrapped around his, a sign of reassurance, which helped him relax slightly.

As the two of you stepped into the main hall’s threshold, all of your eyes met, alucard wanted to faint again, his feet moving one step back before your hand placed on his lower back, encouraging him to move, and he did.

Now he is stood infront of his parents, his father..surprisingly the one with glossy eyes, he felt nervous with his father after what had happened.. but eventually you stepped back, giving them time with your hands clasped together.

Your gaze softened at the sight of them hugging snd crying, near they fell to the floor, but some caught themselves.

You heard them murmur shakily some questions, crying statements which you wanted to gold your husband but you stood still, respecting their privacy.

Lisa’s eyes darted at you before questioning her son ‘is this your wife?..’, to which alucard nodded frantically, stumbling up to his feet to take you with him.

You felt like their circle was also gonna make you cry, but you only wanted to cry because your husband found his parents after crying all night in your arms, murmuring ‘mama’s and his father’s.

But you held your guard, wanting to keep a good impression as you kneeled back down with them, it felt like the little circle alucard has always talked about.

Lisa was the first to hug you, you hugged her back, your hands gently brushing off the dirt in her clothes, she noted that.

You shook hands with Dracula, nodding to him in respect, he didnt expect that but he felt like him again..

“Please.. let me take you three to have some tea..” you offered, your husband holding your hand, kissing it while you chuckle softly, you assisted the other’s up.

Under the table, alucard’s trembling hands held yours, you held his with both of your hands, one of yours caressing his wrist to his palm, the one you always do to soothe him, it always worked.

You did not look human, dracula noted after a while of processing.

They finished general topics of catching up, especially lisa asking about how you two met, now then after lisa’s happy rambling about grandchildren, Dracula noted in a low tone but not dangerous, more so curious.

“You arent human, are you?..”

“No, sir.”

“What are you then?..”

You took a deep breath,

“I’m merely a star, i’m forged by not stardusts but stars.”

Dracula’s eyes widen in fascination, so did lisa.

“So, a cosmic being?”

You chuckled and shook your head, “i am one of the stars.. is all.”

For a bit, alucard’s palms loosened after the death grip, signaling relaxation, you always knew how to word things and calm things down, perhaps its a part of your star-like aura?

“Interesting.. while being here, i’ve seen you with books, are you a doctor or somewhat?..”

“I’m a polymath.”

His eyes widened, “a polymath?” Almost as if he spoke of interest, finding someone in common with him, not expecting it to be alucard’s wife.

You grinned slightly, a bit nervous. “Yes..”

He chuckled a breathless laugh. “Its been awhile since i’ve finally met another polymath..”

You exhaled a relaxed sigh. “I hope i do you best, sir.”

“Please, call me vlad.”

You blinked in surprise, not knowing you quickly gained that much privilege, but maybe you being a polymath, and Alucard’s wife was a bonus.

You watched Alucard walk with his mother, smiling at the sight.

“You know.. the talk with him was very long.. i missed him.”

You turned to your side, noticing dracula holding a book, his eyes glued to the sight of his family.

“Well.. i understand how guilt can sometimes influence conversations, but he seemed far relieved to know his family is back than the past, you know.”

point 1.

He shrugged, closing the book before sliding it back to the other spine’s, aligning them well.

“This is new to me.. i, too, was confused on what happened, but now i know, i suppose.”

You nodded, you turned to him, speaking in a voice everyone would find elegant.

“This is your chance to reunite with your son the way you and him intended, he may be nervous, but deep down, he missed you, ever so deeply.”

his gaze softened before turning his gaze back to the aligned bookshelves, trying to find anything— any mistakes to fix and reslide the books, anything.

“How.. do you know that, then, y/n?”

“he cried at the spot he once killed you on.. that burned carpet..” you trailed off, your heart aching but his father needed to know. “I was the one who insisted to fetch your ring, to hand it back to you, it stayed there for so long, the childhood room was untouched.”

It was a moment of silence before his hand met your shoulder, the ring you fetched glinted on the moonlight and torches.

“I know you will do well for my son.”

you looked up at him, in reverence, then nodded.

“I certainly hope i do, vlad..

or doctor vlad? Mr. Vlad?—“

“Er— vlad would be nice.”

[sirberz]

Alucard's constant plan is to be daddy's sweet baby. I think it's working.