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Bloodlines and Blessings

Count Orlok x Reader

Warnings: pregnancy

Summary: Love takes root in unexpected ways. A future neither of you could have seen coming when the unimaginable happens.

The castle stood tall within the mountains. A testament of time.

Inside the castle, amongst its cold stone walls, life had long been absent. Without Count Orlok's immortal presence, the castle would have long been abandoned.

Yet now, something had changed.

You were here, and even if you were a mortal, your presence gave warmth to the ancient halls.

Orlok, who had spent centuries alone.

And yet, he found himself drawn to you in ways he could barely understand.

Your courage, your compassion, your willingness to see past his monstrous visage. He loved you.

One night, as you sat by the great fireplace, he spoke of his dreams.

“I never imagined I could want for more,” he said, his voice low and hesitant. “My legacy will be terror.”

You reached for his hand, your warmth a stark contrast to his cold.

“You are not alone anymore, My Love. Your legacy will be whatever you make it. People remember names they feared more than the ones they loved.”

Weeks passed, and your bond deepened, you vowed yourself eternally to him, making you his wife.

Then came the moment that changed everything came with a cold wind.

You had been feeling unwell, you were unsure what it could possibly be. When you told Orlok, he got extremely concerned.

He just married you. He cannot lose you already.

And so, together, you looked for answers.

Then one evening, you realised what it was. The truth ran down your spine with a chill but your heart quickened with excitement.

“A child?” Orlok’s voice trembled, his eyes wide with disbelief. “But how? Such a thing should not be possible.”

“And yet it is. Our love defies all logic, Orlok. Why should this be any different?”

His eyes searched yours, thinking you were telling him a lie so cruel. But he finds no lie, only love.

From that moment on, Orlok was filled with a new purpose.

He became fiercely protective, ensuring your every need was met. Though he had walked the earth for centuries, he had never felt such hope, and he guarded it with all of his being.

As your pregnancy progressed, you shared such sweet moments.

One evening, as the two of you sat together in the library, you felt the first flutter of movement within you.

Gasping, you placed your hand on your belly.

“What is it?” Orlok was instantly on his feet, moving close to you, his eyes full of concern.

You grabbed his hand and placed it on your stomach, letting him feel the faint but unmistakable kick.

“Can you feel that? He’s moving,” you whispered, tears welling in your eyes. “Our son is alive and well.” You never knew such happiness.

For a moment, Orlok was utterly still. Waiting for another movement to confirm what you are saying. Just to be sure.

And then he felt the unmistakeable kick.

Then, a rare smile broke across his face.

“He is strong. Just like his mother.”

During the day, you slept in a comfortable bed, with your husband in his coffin.

But during the nights when you both woke up, the air was filled with anticipation and pure happiness.

Orlok would read to you from ancient texts, his deep voice a soothing lullaby for both you and the life growing within you.

He would trace the curve of your belly with careful fingers, speaking softly to the child.

“You will know no fear, little one. You will be loved, as I have never known how to love until now.”

But the world beyond the castle was not kind.

Rumours of your pregnancy spread, reaching the ears of those who desired to destroy what they did not understand.

Hunters, priests, and mercenaries conspired to end your ungodly union. One fateful night, the castle was surrounded.

But Orlok was a force of nature, his supernatural strength unmatched as he defended you and your unborn child.

Orlok fought them off. The smell of blood filled the castle as you hid in your chambers, doors locked, protecting yourself and your child.

The hunters fled in terror as they watched Orlok kill every last one of their friends.

But they couldn't run far.

The Count's anger was greater than theirs.

All men were dead before the moon even reached the highest point in the sky.

When the danger had passed, Orlok returned to you as he knelt before you, his hands trembling as they rested on your belly.

“You saved us, thank you." you whispered as he pulled you close, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss filled with gratitude and tenderness.

“I will protect you both, always,” he vowed. “Whatever it takes.”

Months later, the castle was quiet once more, but this time it was a peaceful silence.

In your arms, you held your son, his tiny hand clutching Orlok’s long finger.

"He is beautiful," Orlok said. "You gave me the greatest gift. A legacy."

You smiled, still rather exhausted, but you found the strength to stay focused.

The boy had your warmth and Orlok’s piercing eyes, a perfect blend of light and darkness.

The three of you were a family, bound by love that defied the laws of nature.

Outside the cold walls of the castle, the world wept for it had known, that the darkness now had a son.

~Masterlist~

ˇAO3ˇ

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