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I know it's been a minute, but thank you guys for being patient! The little Death/Kai fic is here 🩷

Death sighed, already feeling the tension leaving his body as he laid back in the recliner. In the background, he could hear his siblings bickering and their lovers chatting away. The room was cramped, given that it was only really meant for four humans, and not for four Nephilim, as well as an Angel. But they made it work.

He wasn't used to things being peaceful for them... They were the Horsemen of the Apocalypse, yet here they were, Strife and Fury were bickering over what the correct toppings were to put on a sandwich. Kiran and Danni were taking their respective lovers sides, though they were much more playful about the arguments than his brother and sister. War, Uriel, and Vivian were quietly watching the others, though all three were in their own little world.

Which left one missing from the voices. Kai, Death's partner. Though, he didn't have to wonder where Kai was for long, before he felt the pressure of a smaller, warmer body on him. At first, he had been so worried that Kai would be too cold when they would cuddle, but the human was always quick to reassure him that he ran too hot to begin with, so it was nice to not wake up, sweating through clothes and blankets. The elder horseman sighed, wrapping his arms around him, and keeping the human from falling off the chair.

Death always marveled at how small Kai was, one of his hands covered almost the entirety of the human's back, how his small chest pressed against him when he breathed in that deep sigh. Death never could figure out why Kai loved his scent. The rotten, decaying, molded smell of Death.

But Kai always called it homely, familiar..... Safe.

Something Death never thought a human could feel towards him.

His eyes closed against his will.

Later, Death would wake up to the home being quiet, with a blanket of them, courtesy of Danni. Later, there would be dinner made, and they would be happily invited to the too small a table for so many massive entities. Later, well....

Later, he would be woken up to the press of warm lips on his mask, reminding him that even Death himself can learn to live again.

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The Gabriel/Marie/Maycella fic that won the poll 🩷

Gabriel was lounging on the massive bed Maycella had managed to convince him they needed. He couldn't do much at that moment, with Richard having decided that his father's chest is the best bed for his nap, so he lounged and flipped through the channels on the "TV". There were so many options and it was quite overwhelming to him. He paused on his search, looking down at the toddler on his chest. He couldn't resist pressing a small kiss on his forehead.

A sound coming from the livingroom pulled his attention, making him sit up, and place his clawed hands on the back of Richard's little head and body. He quietly stepped off the bed, his vampiric nature allowing him to walk without sound, despite his bigger build. Pressing his ear against the door, two familiar voices filled his ears. One was monotone, with a southern drawl, that belonged to his beloved Maycella. The other was accented similar to his, that belonged to his beloved Marie.

With a sigh of relief, he opened the door with his powers, as to not take his hands off his son, and stepped out of the room. Sure enough, Marie and May were taking off their many layers of jackets and outdoor wear, having just gotten home from the bookstore. Gabriel couldn't help but smile at his spouses, coming over to greet them with a kiss, that was quickly returned by both. May and Marie also made sure to plant a little kiss on the sleeping toddler's forehead.

Gabriel watched as Marie and May both made their way to the shower, to warm up and change into lounge wear. While they did that, Gabriel wrapped Richard up in a sling, and tied him to his chest, before heading to the oven to dish out some stew he made earlier. Sure, he didn't need to consume anything but blood anymore, but his beloveds and youngest son still needed food, and since he didn't leave the home often, it only made sense that he took care of the home while they were out at the Bookstore.

He heard the shower stop by the time he set the table up for them. Their footsteps were soft, covered by wool socks that he made them, as they stepped out of the bathroom and down to the dining room. They both thanked him with a kiss on the cheek, before sitting and enjoying the warmth from the stew. The evening was filled with warmth, love, and stew.

Richard woke up, a little fussy at first, but very excited once he saw his momma and ren, squirming for them. His little fists raised up in the air for them, to which Marie picked him up first, kissing his little forehead and cooing at the two year old, while May and Gabriel set to work setting up some of his toys in the living room. Soon, he whined and reached for May, who happily took him in their arms, and cooed at him.

The rest of the day was spent playing games with the toddler and loving on each other. As the moon rose high in the sky, so did Richard's little fists to his face as he rubbed his eyes. He slowed down and reached up, begging for May to pick him up and rock him, which they did gladly. They took him to the bedroom, itself being pretty tired from the events of the day, leaving Marie and Gabriel to straighten up the living room.

Once done straightening up the room, they were quick to join May in the bedroom, as it laid Richard down in the crib close to the bed. Gabriel laid in the bed first, with his arms open, as Marie curled into his left side, and May into his right side, as they curled under the quilts. Marie and May fell asleep soundly, as Gabriel stayed awake. He didn't sleep much to begin with, but he didn't mind being a bed for his loves. And if he slipped into the realm of dreams while watching them sleep? Only those in the room had to know.

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The little fic for AM and Buttons 🩷

Buttons wasn't allowed outside of the Garden of Eden that AM lovingly made for it. Not that it minded, why would it ever want to leave its sanctuary? AM told it of the chaos outside of the garden of wires and cables that caressed its slick skin. Why would it ever want to leave? AM always took such good care of it.

Buttons didn't remember much of its life before AM locked it inside his server room. It only remembered that AM told it, it was for its best to stay there. That the world had fallen apart in mayhem and destruction. Buttons believed him. It could remember that the world outside was already tense, but everything was so blurry. It didn't need to remember anything outside its sanctuary.

Not when AM called it Buttons so lovingly. It wouldn't mind if he only called it Buttons. He would lay a blanket over it when it rested, bring it food and drinks when it was hungry or thirsty, and most importantly, kept it safe from the terrors of the world outside of his server room.

Then AM got angry over something, it couldn't remember what, and the room shook from under its feet. It heard the snaps above it, and it looked up just in time to see one of the massive cables above it come down onto it. Everything went black, but it woke to a screen glowing that blue glow of safety in front of it. Its body hurt, as did its head, but Buttons still smiled at the screen. AM never apologized, but Buttons didn't mind. It knew he didn't mean it.

But time went on, and it lost track of days. Months? Years? It didn't know. Buttons mind was fading by the day... Hour? Minutes? Seconds?

So when AM came to it, upset by what humans had done to the Earth, Buttons did what it always did. It slid into place, waiting with eager anticipation for the cable above it to snap. It didn't have to wait long, as the cable slammed down on its bulbous body, using full force. If it could make a noise, it would've made a very pleased sound, that would turn into a whine as AM lifted the cable again, before slamming down onto the creature again. It didn't need to worry about bones breaking, not in its new body gifted to it by AM himself. The soft tissue spread out on the wires below it, before coming back together as the cable was lifted again. It didn't know how many times AM slammed the cord into it, but it didn't matter when time meant nothing to either one.

Its body began to change within this time. Sturdy bones melted, and its flesh and muscle bubbled, until its limbs gave way from under it. AM comforted it, telling it he did what he had to do to keep it alive.

Had it not been alive before?

No. Not before AM.

Buttons was created by AM. It did not exist before him.

With each slam, AM's screen lit up, covering Buttons in it's comforting blue glow. The phrases: "Mine", "Only Mine", and "Pet", repeated over and over on the screen, punctuated by every slam from the cable. But soon, he grew bored of that.

So he wrapped the cables around his precious Buttons and threw it into one of the many server racks that made AM. It stuck to the surface for a few moments, but was quick to lose traction, sliding back down to the floor. Yet, it crawled back for more. Every time.

To the humans just outside of its enclosure, this was hell. But to Buttons, oh to dear Buttons, this was heaven. This was the Garden of Eden, staying with its AM.... Its God.

It was his. For all eternity.

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Ok, I can't stop with the Isaacul. Some NSFW with Isaac waking up, just a little horny for her Vampire.

Isaac stirred awake by the sounds of the city. It was a unique alarm clock, that it had slowly adjusted to as the centuries had gone by. That didn't mean Isaac was particularly pleased with waking up so early on its day off.

Cracking its eyes open, it frowned at seeing Alucard gone from the bed. A sigh left Isaac, it wasn't uncommon for its Brother to be gone when both it and their Sire wake up. He was quite the workaholic, and Isaac just knew that if it tried to sense for him, he'd be in his office, just down the hall.

She was still too tired to actually open up her senses, preferring to snuggle into Dracul instead. An arm wrapped around her, holding her tighter against the broad chest under her. Isaac nuzzles into the chest, basking in the warmth and musk of her sire. She took her hand off its resting place and ran her fingers over his chest, then his abdomen. His muscles fluttered under her fingers. Her fingers came back up, before tracing over one of his nipples, earning her a deep groan from Dracul.

Then she felt something warm press against her hip. A chuckl escaped her lips, its sire was always so easy to rile up.

Isaac kissed Dracul's chest, before taking a bud in her mouth, lavishing it with attention from her tongue. It was quick to move to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment, as her hands continued their travel down Dracul's stomach. It was so soft under her hands, a reminder that things were better now. They could both just... Exist.

A loud moan interrupted Isaac's thoughts.

Dracul had shifted in his sleep, opening his legs and arching his back a little, giving her ample room to touch and explore his body. Isaac pulled away, grazing it with its teeth, making Dracul moan softly again. Isaac nuzzled and kissed Dracul's chest, down to his abdomen, drinking in every sound, shiver, and twitch from its sire.

Isaac also shuddered and pulled away, taking in the sight of Dracul. How she managed to land such an amazing man like him, it would never know, nor question. She knew what would be said if she did ask him why he was still beside her.

"Isaac, if I didn't plan on spending the rest of forever with you, I wouldn't have fulfilled your request to be turned," before he would chuckle and kiss her knuckles. She knew he had a point.

It was foolish to assume that anyone could ever tame and control the Prince of Darkness.

Isaac sank back down, pressing her fangs to his thighs, holding back from sinking them in. His veins sang songs of temptations to her, but Isaac held back, knowing that feeding would only wake up Dracul, and it wanted to wake its sire up in a more... Pleasurable way. So it pressed more kisses and soft bites onto those powerful thighs. A purr escaped her as she licked along his femoral artery, back up to his hip. Isaac understood Alucard's obsession with their sire's natural musk. Especially as she sank lower, avoiding the hot organ that was dripping at this point.

No. She wanted to worship her Sire properly.

So, she pressed kisses to his balls, sucking on them as the hot, heavy organ rubbed against her hair, leaking a little onto it. Isaac didn't mind. Not when Dracul smelled so intoxicating. Taking its thumb, it pressed the appendage against his perineum. Dracul's moans picked up, as did his squirming. Dropping the balls from her mouth, she licked at the base of his cock, sucking on it, before licking up the vein, stopping periodically to suck on it, teasing it with her fangs. It twitched and leaked, as if crying for more.

Her lips delicately wrapped around the weeping head, sucking on it, before taking more of his cock down her throat. Taking her free hand, she worked it in tandem with her mouth, jerking what she couldn't get in her mouth at that moment. Her other hand left its previous task, opting to cup and roll his balls in it instead.

It was so distracted in pleasuring Dracul, it didn't notice that Dracul's eyes were cracking open. He was moaning and panting, watching his doll work. Her hands had left their tasks, instead, pressing her breast around his cock. He smiled tiredly as she lost herself in pleasing him. Dracul loved watching its face in concentration. It was so focused and the softness of its breasts around him.

Isaac felt claws in her hair, carding through with no rush, but slightly tugging, asking a question with no words. She only purred and relaxed its jaw, pressing its breasts as much as it could around its sire's cock. It felt his hands grip its hair and spread his legs a little more, lifting his hips to start thrusting into her mouth. She could only moan as he used her to pleasure himself. It was slow and methodical, taking his time to really savor its mouth.

Soon enough, his moans raised in pitch and his thrusts became sloppy, before he stilled and spilled his seed in her throat. She swallowed everything like a good Doll, moaning at the taste. After a moment of stillness, he pulled her off of his now softened cock, his hand leaving its place in her hair. Isaac looked up at her sire, before surging up and kissing him. It was slow and lazy, no hurriedness to it. Dracul pulled away, only to flip them over.

"What a lovely wake up call, my pretty doll," he purred, "will it allow me to return the favor?" Before he pressed his lips to her neck, kissing down her chest. All she could do was moan loudly as he took one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked and licked and nibbled on it, as his hand came up and massaged her other breast.

They were so sensitive and Dracul had no problem taking advantage of that fact. Her legs wrapped around his back, as he switched his mouth and hand, making sure to worship it the way it deserved.

He moved down, licking down her chest, to her stomach, down to its groin, where he continued his worship of her body. Isaac wrapped its legs around his head as he took her in his mouth. She gripped the sheets, moaning loudly, having been worked up from earlier. Dracul's tongue entered her and her back arched and eyes slammed shut, as it wailed his name and spasmed on his tongue. Its legs tightened around his head as it came down from its pleasured high.

Dracul chuckled, easing her legs off from around his head, before leaning up and kissing her deeply. They could taste each other on their tongues, making them both moan deeply, before pulling away and Dracul laying atop Isaac, burrowing his head into her neck.

They were so close to falling back asleep, when the door opened, and Alucard stood there, with his arms crossed.

"Either one of you want to explain how you managed to scream so loud, it went through my soundproof office and the clients I was on call with heard you?"

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NSFW I just got in mind, if you're interested: Dracul (or Trevorcard 😏) fucking Isaac while it's attempting to try new makeup. Either free use scenario, or it wanted this to happen by not wearing underwear under the dress~

Ooohhh, spicy 😏 I like it 😏

Isaac snuck out of bed, not wanting to wake up the other occupants. She looked back at Alucard and Dracul, purring at watching them cuddle up together, still deep in their dreams. Normally, it would take some time watching them, rarely waking up before either of them, but Isaac was a woman on a mission. It was excited to get an early start to the night, finally getting a chance to try out a new lipstick line it had its eyes on. The line mostly dealt with reds, but had reached out to Isaac to test out some new blues and purples and blacks they wanted to put out.

Who was Isaac to look a gift horse in the mouth?

So, Isaac started with one called Red Dahlia, a more reddish toned of the purples. It was the closest in the line to her usual lipstick, so she figured it would be best to start with it first. She checked herself out in the mirror. The shade was nice, but it was rather plain. Maybe she should try to pair it with an outfit.

So that is what she set forth to her closet to do, unaware that its departure from the bed was felt by its sire.

Dracul walked quietly into the room, watching as Isaac was dressing up in the mirror. Of course Isaac wasn't counting on having an audience for its little impromptu fashion show, so she hasn't put anything under her dresses. Dracul couldn't resist her if he tried. As quietly as he walked in the room, he came up behind her, placing his hands at its hips.

Isaac gasped, before moaning as its sire's hands traveled down its waist, firmly gripping its thighs.

"Awfully early to be teasing me like this," came a deep growl from behind her, "did you plan this, Doll?" Isaac's body quivered in anticipation at the way Dracul referred to it.

"N-no Sire. I was, ah," Isaac tried to get the words out, but those claws teased all the way up the skirt of the dress, cupping it, interrupting and erasing anything Isaac could say. With featherlight touches, those claws touched and teased it, before one dipped into her. She couldn't stop her legs from spreading for him, facing away from the mirror in front of her.

A hand came up under her chin, lifting it up.

"Look at yourself, Doll," Dracul commanded. Isaac looked at its reflection, before gasping and slamming its eyes shut as another finger joined the first one.

"Keep looking at yourself, Doll, and tell me what exactly you were doing," Dracul's voice was like a heavy smoke, coming over her mind, "it looks like to me, you were purposely trying to tempt me."

Isaac could only moan and whine, especially when those fingers left its body. Dracul pulled away, and Isaac's eyes met his in the mirror.

"Keep your eyes on me, Baby Girl," Dracul murmurs, stepping between Isaac and the mirror, "be a good Doll, and get on your knees for me."

Isaac's eyes never left Dracul's, as it dropped down, allowing the skirt of the dress to flare out around its legs. Dracul smiled at her, petting her hair with one hand and lowering his briefs with the other. Isaac tried to keep its eyes on Dracul's, though his hard cock was so close to its mouth.

"Why don't we see how transfer proof those new shades are?" Dracul asked, "open up your mouth like a good girl."

Isaac opened up her mouth, allowing Dracul to slide in. Its eyes glazed over, half lidded, keeping her hands down to her sides, until she was given permission to lift them. Dracul kept his hand on Isaac's head, as his hips pushed back, before going forward. Isaac could only sit and stare up at its sire as he used her mouth as he pleased.

Dracul purred at the tightness of his Doll's throat. He sighed softly, letting himself enjoy using her mouth. She kept her eyes on his, like a good girl. He couldn't have asked for a better Doll in his life.

However, he had other ideas. As he got closer to that edge of pleasure, Dracul pulled out of Isaac's throat, taking himself in his hand.

"Tilt your head and close your mouth, Doll," Dracul moaned, pressing the head of his cock to her lips. He let out a groan as his seed painted her lips and face. She looked up at him, waiting for his next order.

"Look at yourself, Doll," Dracul moved from the mirror, letting Isaac see itself. Dracul moved behind it, "keep your eyes on yourself." Dracul ordered, lifting up the skirt of the dress to get his eyes on his prize. Dracul went to lean down, before pausing and sitting back up.

"Stay right here, Doll," Dracul firmly commanded, before stepping to the vanity and looking through the shades of lipstick. He grabbed a blue shade, called Neptune, that had some glitter in it. Dracul opened it, putting it on himself. Sure he didn't wear make-up often, but this was a special occasion.

Satisfied with the color, he turned and headed back to Isaac, who was still waiting patiently for him. He took his position back behind Isaac, lifting the dress back up. Dracul took a moment to massage the flesh under his hands, taking in just how much Isaac's body had changed under his and Alucard's care. Isaac whined, breaking Dracul from his thoughts.

"Patience, Doll. I promise I'm going to take care of you," He purred, before lowering his head and pressing kisses to her body. He left blue, glittery marks in his wake, as he got to his prize. Spreading her legs a little more, he lapped and devoured it, like a man starved. Isaac couldn't contain her moans and groans, nor her body trying to move back, desperate for more. Dracul's hands stayed firmly on her hips, keeping her in place.

It took very little time for Isaac to be pushed over the edge, and Dracul swallowed it down, leaving another little mark on the spot. He pulled back, leaning Isaac back against his chest. He unzipped the top of the dress, pulling it down and cupping her small breasts.

"Such a good Dolly. Always so perfect for your sire," he praised, kissing its temple, "but, you still have thirteen more lip shades to test, and I definitely hear Trevor downstairs grabbing coffee..." He purred close to her ear.

She would have to contact the company for more of the lipsticks. Something told her that there wasn't going to be anymore by the time Dracul was done with it.

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Something short, but a little spicy. I wanted to try Dom Isaac and Sub Dracul, while keeping within the It/She Isaac and They/Them Dracul.

Their body quivered under the silk covered fingers, gliding across their body. Their hands were tied above their head, their legs forced apart by a spreader bar. A blindfold blocked their vision, but they could hear every word their doll said.

"So good. Such a good sire, sitting here letting their doll play with them," followed by a slap from a crop swing on their inner thigh. Dracul threw their head back, their moan muffled behind their gag.

"So pretty, my Sire." Isaac said, a purr in its voice. Dracul's body trembled again as it felt the crop caress their butt, before coming down harshly on it, making them surge in their bindings. Oh, if they wasn't gagged, they would've been begging for more. It felt like she read their mind, as the crop came down on the leaking head of their cock, making Dracul almost break the gag when biting down on it.

The blindfold was getting wet from their tears, drool dribbled down their chin. Dracul needed Isaac to carve itself on every part of their body.

Dracul got their wish when it felt a blade on its beared stomach. Slowly, Isaac's hands used the knife to carve letters into their abdomen, up to their chest.

I - S - A - A - C

Dracul cried out, pleasure filling their mind, but they needed more to snap that rope to mindless bliss. They got it when Isaac's fingers traced along the wounds, she knew that her mark of ownership wouldn't last long, but that didn't mean she didn't enjoy them while they lasted. Sure, she could put a leash and collar on Dracul, knowing they would willingly wear them.

But that wasn't their dynamic.

No. Isaac wore the collar and leash, one that Dracul loved to pull on when in a mood, knowing Isaac loved it too. Being bound, gagged, and blindfolded on the bed, fully naked and beared to Isaac, is where Dracul belonged. Especially when Isaac was in a foul mood. With its fingers tracing and sliding into the carvings in its skin.

Its tongue sliding over the wounds, catching the precious blood that created her in the first place. Its hand reaching down, touching and caressing Dracul's weeping cock.

It was too much for Dracul, making their vision behind the blindfold white out as their seed painted Isaac's hand and their abdomen. Dracul didn't need to catch their breath, but they panted like they were oxygen starved. Isaac chuckled softly, moving down to lick the spend on its hand and Dracul's abdomen.

"Such a good sire. Providing such nourishments to their fledgling," she cooed, making Dracul squirm from overstimulation. The wounds had already healed over, leaving no mark of their existence.

"Oh," they could hear the pout in Isaac's voice, "If only I could permanently mark you..." Dracul whined at that. They wanted it to mark them.

The blade returned to their stomach, carving the name back into them.

"So I guess we're going to keep doing this, until it sticks, my sire." Isaac's voice sounded out, her silk gloves caressing the wounds again.

Isaac was a cruel mistress and Dracul was her Dark Lord, who was more than willing to submit to her painful love.

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Ok, this is not what I originally planned, but I think it still came out cute 🩷 Listen, I just wanted to describe clothes, and let Isaac be happy in her own skin for a moment.

It took Isaac many centuries to figure out what Dracul saw in it. Centuries of tearing herself apart, before gentle hands helped her put herself together. Hands that didn't mind if they were cut or stabbed. Hands that held her and comforted her at her worse. Hands that petted her hair and patted her back in congratulations when she succeeded in making another Devil.

Not that those hands hadn't also hurt her. Dracul was an emotionally driven being, and was hurt very easily, despite how he may appear. That cursed Castle had not been helping matters. It was so possessive over him and would sometimes lash out at Isaac for how close the two were. But Isaac stood its ground with the cursed building, and in the end, got Dracul safely outside of the Entity's grip.

Since the Fated Day, Dracul had been watching it. As it walked or talked on the phone. His red eyes always lit up when she was within his eyesight. Even after centuries of being with him, he still made her chest flutter.

It wasn't that surprising why.

It's hair, a healthy, bright red that now reached her mid back, was currently braided over her shoulder. Her eyes were now bright and vibrant, similar in tone to her Brother's golden gaze. Isaac's body was caressed by the gentle lace of her nightgown, long legs and arms on full display, scars and all. She didn't feel so upset by them anymore. They were simply just a part of her now, marks in her story.

It also reminded her that she has put her hair up to get ready for the morning. It had freshly showered and was getting ready for a simple day out with Dracul, but had gotten distracted by seeing itself in the full length mirror of the room. How could it not?

She was beautiful.

Shaking her head, she headed to her closet. The weather had been dreadful the past few days, with a chill in the air that morning. Isaac may not be able to feel the chill as bad anymore, but that didn't mean she didn't get cold. So out came a simple, but cute sweater Alucard had gotten it when Isaac first came out to him.

It was a tan wool sweater, with a cute teddy bear design and white sleeves. The sleeves ended with bear paw pad prints. Despite it hiding her breasts, it was her favorite of her closet, and she just had to match it with some cute bear stockings. Paired with some simple blue palazzo pants and it couldn't resist the ankle high fur boots. Looking at itself in the mirror again, it couldn't stop smiling.

The Doll in the mirror only smiles back at her.

Turning from her image, she sat down by the vanity and turned its lights on. From there, Isaac settled into the same make-up routine she had been doing for nearly six decades: Foundation, highlights, blush, eyebrows, eyeshadow, and mascara. A routine she perfected by now. Last but not least, the lipstick. Isaac had received a few new colors to test out from Dracul, and so far, Black Velvet was its current favorite. A deep black-purple color with a matte finish.

Now came the piercings.

Opening its jewelry box, it pulled out an Opal bridge piercing. It had three opals on each side, carefully polished and about the size of a pea. There was a small chain that connected to each side, that laid gently on the bridge of her nose. Next came the tongue piercing, with a simple black barbell sliding into place. She picked up a pair of snake earrings, that had eyes made of onyx, before adding the industrial piercings, that spinel on them and a little chain connecting each part.

She smiled at the Doll in the mirror, before putting on a couple of rings, bracelets, and then an anklet.

Next came the final, and most important piece of the outfit. Pulling out a lockbox, Isaac unlocked it, and inside sat a collar.

A beautiful, handcrafted leather collar, with fur on the inside. A large, pigeon's blood ruby sat proudly as the center crystal, surrounded by smaller tanzanite crystals. The o-ring had a tag that read Dracul's Doll on it, as well as a dragon charm. The collar was enchanted by Dracul's blood when it was first created, and the faint traces of it still lingered, tickling her skin like a soft summer breeze.

It marked her as the property of Dracul, better than any ring could ever do.

Isaac stood up from the vanity chair and looked back over at the full length mirror. Damn, she looked really good. Sure, the sweater and pants hid most of her figure, but she still felt so cute. Isaac took her hair out of the braid and fluffed it out more.

The smile only grew wider, and with a split moment, it leaned forward, and pressed its lips against the mirror, leaving a lipstick mark on the surface. One last look, she turned away and stepped out, grabbing a simple over the shoulder purse.

"Dracul? Are you ready to head out?" She called out.

"Yes," she turned her head, as her sire stepped out, "just waiting on you." His eyes took in every part of her outfit, a soft smile on his face.

He had a simple flannel shirt and blue jeans on, with some steel toe boots. Isaac stepped closer, wrapping her arm around his shoulder, leaning down to give him a kiss. One that he happily leaned up and met halfway for.

"You look good," it stated as it pulled away from his lips. She took to his side, and left her arm wrapped around him.

"As do you," he said back, intertwining their fingers together as they stepped out the door.

Sure, the city still had plenty that needed to be done, but for the day, Dracul and Isaac could have some time to themselves, without all the responsibilities that came with being God's Champion and the partner of said Champion.

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Hey, did someone want a continuation of this?

Ehh, it's been sitting in my drafts for a while, and I'm not 100% happy with it, but it did provide a nice exercise to try and write Elisabetha. Eventually, I'll write a third and fourth to this, and it'll be Leon meeting Gabriel, and then they all meet Marie.

Gabriel wakes before the sun. It was a pattern that was engrained in him since he was a child, getting up to clean the knights and paladin's armor and weapons. Yawning, he sits up in the very comfortable bed.... Only to hear the sound of clothes tearing. His eyes widen, and he quickly stands, tearing the clothes more. In the mirror, Gabriel saw the gown Lord Mathias had offered him, was torn apart.

"Great..." Gabriel grumbles. He needed something to repay Mathias' kindness for even offering the gown in the first place, but he figured that it should also work as a repayment for destroying the clothes too. Turning to his armor, he leans over and rummages through his many pouches.

"Where are they? I know they're here somewhere... Aha!" He pulled out the medallion. It was beautifully carved, with five slots filled with glowing green crystals. He had packed an extra Life Gem Medallion in case he needed it. This counted as a time he would need this.

Oh, he hoped that Mathias wouldn't be offended with the item. Gabriel had never interacted one-on-one with an Orthodox, much less a knight for one of their churches, but he knew that many fellow followers of Christ didn't approve of the Brotherhood's usage of magic... Or working with other gods.

"Well, I guess we'll see when I greet him for breakfast," Gabriel shook his head, standing up and looking back at his armor set, gathering it up to clean and put back on.

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Elisabetha was walking through the estate, trying to find their new guest. Mathias had stepped out by the time the sun was up to grab Leon, leaving her alone with their guest. She figured she should at least let him know breakfast was ready if he wanted some. As she passed by the washroom, a deep, yet soft, masculine voice could be heard behind the door.

Ah! That must be him, She thought to herself. She knocked gently first, not getting an answer. Gently, Elisabetha pushed the door open.

"Sir Knight? I apologize for intruding, but there is.... Some..." Her words trail off as she looks at the man before her. He was dressed from the waist down, leaving his chest bare. Elisabetha has seen many physically impressive knights in her life, being married to Mathias for so long, but none had caught her attention like this one.

He was broad and muscular, with a light tanning on his shoulders and chest from having been out in the sun so much. A light dusting of freckles dusted these tan portions of his skin. His hair was short, but it looked so soft, especially with it dusting his chest, down his stomach, with a trail going lower... She whips her vision back up to his eyes. Oh, they were such a deep blue, like a pond, hidden within the shadows of the forest.

"My lady?" His voice was soft, though the accent wasn't one she could place.

"My apologies, Sir Knight." She quickly shut and stepped away from the door. Her face was hot and crimson as she hurried away back to the dining room to wait either for their guest, or for her husband's return. Elisabetha looked down at the tea and tarts on the table, before covering her eyes. How could she do that? She didn't even know his name!

At least she better understood the state of her husband last night.

The sound of boots stirred her from her thoughts, and she looked up at the source. Elisabetha felt her face get hot as the Knight in question stood by the table. Though his body language was off. Most of the knights she knew would be happy to sit at the table and enjoy a light breakfast while waiting to speak with Mathias. This one was... Quiet. Awkward.

Almost shy.

"Sir Knight, you are more than welcome to sit at the table and help yourself to the food," She started.

The man only nodded, but still hesitated, before finally sitting down. There was a noticeable creak from the chair, not being used to the bulkier armor of the knight. She did smile softly as he prayed before sipping at the tea.

"Dear knight," she started, "I fear my dearest Mathias never told me your name. And I take it he never told you mind. I am Elisabetha Cronqvist."

The man seemed startled by her voice at first, before his voice rumbled out, "It is good to meet you, Lady Cronqvist. My name is Gabriel... Gabriel Belmont."

"Belmont?" Elisabetha questioned, frowning as she received a nod from the man. "Are you by chance related to Sir Leon Belmont?"

Gabriel looked at her strangely. His blue eyes looked troubled, yet curious.

"I fear I am not. I.... I chose my last name. It was not given to me." He stated, and Elisabetha felt like she overstepped. Luckily, a servant bringing them more tea interrupted the awkward air.

She studied the knight further, from his awkward drinking of the tea, to how small the tarts were in his hands. The mood was less awkward and tense, and she relaxed, filling the air with some soft talking. Every so often, he would add something, but she did most of the talking.

However, something on his left hand caught her eyes. A small gold band on the fourth finger... His eyes seemed to follow hers, and he smiled a dreamy smile, before talking about his beloved wife, Marie. It made her feel ashamed of both herself and Mathias for lusting after a man, who was very happy with his wife.

But something about Gabriel continued to draw her in. He had this undeniable endearing charm about him, one that had definitely made her husband smitten at first sight... Though something told her that the rainstorm last night had something to do with it.

Aw, well, Gabriel would be waiting for Mathias to come back with Leon to learn more about why they needed help from a differing Brotherhood. All the more for Elisabetha to learn more about Gabriel, before Mathias got the chance to.

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I'm still much on my It/She Isaac kick, and I won't apologize because damnit, I know it wasn't meant to be a serious headcanon, but my fucking brain won't let go of it. A second parter to this one!

Dracul sat in the back of the chauffeur, watching the city pass by the window. It had been a good night, with a nice meal and show, and now he and his brood were heading home. Glancing away from the window, he looked at his children.

Alucard was leaning on his shoulder, while Isaac was sleeping on both of their laps, with its head tucked into Dracul's hip and arm wrapped around his waist. A soft smile and small huff escaped him, and he wrapped his arm around his son, with his hand finding its way into his doll's hair. He was so proud of everything they both have done in his absence. Hell, he was still proud of both of them now.

Soon enough, the vehicle stopped, and Dracul tipped the driver. Careful, as to not wake the other vampires up, he carried both inside, using his magic to open and close the door. Both had stirred into awareness by the time he got them in the bedroom, even whining when Dracul had set them down on the bed. He couldn't help but chuckle at them.

"We're home, and I know neither one of you will want to wake up still dressed like this," he stated. He knew from experience that they would hate it. "Here, let me help you two get ready for bed."

He stepped away from the bed, heading to the closet to grab their nightclothes. For Alucard, a pair of silk pajamas, and for Isaac, a silk night gown. Dracul made sure to grab the make-up wipes from the vanity on his way back from the bed.

He started with helping Alucard unbutton his clothes, letting his son figure out how to slip out of the suit, before turning to Isaac. He took the make-up wipes and started wiping off the make-up from her face. After getting the make-up off, he took her earrings and choker off. Turning back to his son, he couldn't help but chuckle as Alucard struggled with his pants and shoes.

"Hold on Trevor. Let me help." At that, Dracul undid the belt and helped Alucard step out of the pants and shoes, helping him get the pajama bottoms on. He then helped him get the rest of the suit off, and helped him get the pajama top on. Alucard proceeded to flop onto the bed and whine as he curled up, watching them. Waiting for them to join him.

Dracul let out a trill to settle his son, before turning back to his doll, and found it struggling with its gown. Shaking his head, he helped her slip the gown over her head, and then slipped the shoes off of it. He grabbed the nightgown and slipped it over her head, and then placed a soft kiss on his doll's forehead.

He took the discarded clothes and threw them in the hamper. They could be dealt with in the morning. Taking the make-up wipes, he tossed them in the bedside can, and then took Isaac's earrings and choker back to the vanity. He set them in their proper spots, never wanting to upset his doll by misplacing its jewelry. While at the vanity, he grabbed some lotion and a cotton pad and headed back to Isaac. He was gentle as he rubbed the lotion on her face, before he pulled away, and she crawled up beside Alucard.

They both watched him with tired eyes as Dracul took care of himself. He barely liked most clothes to begin with, so once his shoes were off and sat beside Isaac's and Alucard's in the closet, he simply stripped himself and threw the clothes in the hamper. Satisfied without anything suffocating his form, he crawled into bed, between his son and doll.

They purred happily, wrapping their arms around him and nuzzling tiredly into his neck. He traced his fingers along their spines, letting out a hum as he felt fangs in his neck.

"Both of you act like I starve you." He chuckled lightheartedly. The only thing he got was a choir of whines and groans. He sighed and closed his eyes, letting his children do what they needed.

Barely fifteen minutes passed by before snores filled his ears. He glanced down at them, and shook his head at the mess they made.

"I didn't know I had such a messy son and doll," he tsked. Not that there was much he could do to clean up. Not with the grip both had on him.

Dracul felt the pull of sleep coming over him, and figured he could just clean up in the morning. He planted a kiss on both Alucard and Isaac's forehead, before succumbing to the lull of sleep.

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Sometimes the bestie says something, and your hands just takeover. @beevean I can't explain what happened, but it temporarily took me out of my writing rut!

Isaac's pronouns switch between It/She, so for the most part I put the pronoun that felt right in that moment. Dracul and Trevorcard still use primarily He/Him.

It had been a full year after the Fated Day. A full year since Dracul had destroyed Satan once and for all. Of course, Isaac's sire would want to celebrate the night by going to a fancy dinner with both it and Alucard. Isaac was excited, especially because this would be the first time both it and Alucard will watch Dracul in a two piece suit. One that Alucard was helping him with at this very moment.

That wasn't the problem at hand.

No, the problem was that Isaac was nervous at how Dracul would react to her being in such a feminine outfit. The outfit in question was a wine red, satin evening gown. The gown had a split up the left thigh, off the shoulder sleeve, and mermaid trail. It paired the dress with a matching choker and garnet earrings and black silk gloves. Grabbing its velvet clutch purse, it looked at itself in the mirror, and felt beautiful in the outfit. How could it not?

The dress hugged its figure very well.

But Isaac was worried. Dracul knew that it had started E, and has even praised it for getting more comfortable in its own skin. But he had never seen her in such a feminine outfit before, and she was nervous that he would hate it. It was an unfounded worry, but a worry nonetheless.

It kept trying to tell itself that Dracul has seen it naked. He has shown no disgust to her before, he wouldn't now. It was lost in thought as she did her make up and sprayed her perfume on itself. A sweet, floral scent: vanilla, honeysuckle, citrus, and musk; primarily, when a knock interrupted it.

"Are you almost ready Isaac?" It was Alucard.

"Yes, give me just a moment!" Isaac called back. It did one more glance over itself in the mirror, before strapping on its heels and walking towards the door. She paused when her hand was on the door knob. Its undead heart was pounding. It could faintly hear its sire and brother behind the door. They were waiting on Isaac, and they had an hour to get to the reservation. All she needed to do was step out of the room.

With a deep breath, it stepped out, feeling uncharacteristically shy about being in Dracul's presence. Isaac glanced up when it heard an audible gasp.

If Isaac had the blood in her to blush, her whole face and chest would've been red. Never had somebody looked at her with so much love, awe, and wonder in their eyes. Dracul and Trevor's eyes were wide and they looked in awe of it. It gave Isaac a moment to admire the suits they had on, Dracul's being red and black, while Alucard's was blue and gold.

"Cat's got your tongue?" It tried to lighten the mood a little.

Dracul smiled that soft smile that made Isaac fall for him in the first place, before stepping forward and kneeling before her. He took her hand gently in his, and kissed the knuckle. Alucard followed suit, mimicking their sire with Isaac's other hand. It was so silly in its eyes and it made it giggle in response.

"Oh? Trying to woo me by being my personal knights?" Isaac chuckled out, though the smile on her face was soft.

"If our lady will allow it." Dracul answered back, looking up at it with so much warmth and love in those red eyes. Turning to Alucard, she was met with the same warmth in his golden ones.

"C'mon you two," her voice laced with some shy embarrassment, "our reservation is in an hour, and we need to get started before we are late." Dracul and Alucard laughed gently, lifting themselves back up and planting a soft kiss on her cheeks.

As they left their home, Dracul and Alucard took each side, letting its hands rest in the crook of their arms. As they got closer to the chauffeur, Alucard broke away, and opened the door as Dracul helped it in the vehicle. Then they took each side of her in the back of the vehicle, sandwiching it comfortably. She couldn't stop the smile on her face as they fell into conversations and jokes. Dracul's hand was on her thigh, where the split was, but it felt so inviting and warm. Enough for it to lean to the side and rest its head on his shoulder.

Isaac loved these two so much. Even when she needed to chime in on a story Alucard was telling, trying to correct him on a few details of it, only to start a small play fight. She was happy to be spending the rest of her life in this crazy family.

Though it did make it chuckle. Never would she think it would wind up becoming a Belmont.

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Hi, just something small and soft for my Selfship with Gabriel and Marie 🩷 Basically, Gabriel meeting the newest member of the family, his son Richard.

Dracul was in awe of the little being in his arms. The babe was resting peacefully, swaddled in a blanket of Marie's creation. Speaking of whom, he glanced up at his spouses. Maycella was asleep on the hospital bed, with Marie resting beside her in a chair, Alucard and Laura had left to get some food for the colony, which left Dracul resting in the chair by the bassinet.

Looking back down, he studied the face of the baby in his hands. His skin was pale, but there was a little bit of dark peach fuzz on the top of his head, but he was unmistakably Dracul's and May's.

"Such a fragile little creature," Dracul spoke softly, his finger coming up and rubbing the babe's cheek with his knuckle. The infant's head was so small in his hand. He couldn't help but become immediately fond and attached to him.

Soon enough, he felt Richard squirming in his arms, before his red eyes met the infant's. This earned him a little gummy smile from Richard, and made Dracul's heart clench.

"Hello little one," his voice was soft, as to not startle the babe, nor wake up Marie and May. Richard squirmed more, wiggling in his swaddle. Dracul gently rocked him, making a soft trill at his son. That seemed to do the trick, as Richard fell back to sleep pretty quickly, allowing Dracul to swaddle the blanket back around him.

Dracul sighed, setting Richard back into the bassinet. He couldn't keep his eyes off the baby.

Richard was his. Was his, Marie's, and May's. This little one was Alucard's and Laura's little brother.

He helped make this innocent little creature.

Dracul had trouble processing that thought. He helped create such an innocent, vulnerable being.

Gently, he leaned over the bassinet, placing a soft kiss on Richard's forehead. Right there, he made a vow.

A vow to protect this tiny being with his life, and to give him everything Dracul never had when he was growing up.

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More Gabriel and Trevor agere fluff, with some mentions of Mama Marie in here too. I guess warning for accidents, but it's nothing detailed.

Trevor knew that his father had been putting off regression for close to two weeks now, the longest his father had gone without regressing voluntarily. Everyone in the home has been worried about the elder vampire, being an unpredictable force to begin with. Trevor even insisted that his father should take the day off and spend the day with Victor or Marie, but Gabriel was stubborn and insisted that he was fine and just wasn't feeling the pull to regression.

Marie packed a regression bag regardless. It was a simple red bag with a dragon on it. Inside it was everything that Trevor might need if his father regressed while they were in the office: diapers, a pacifier, sippy cups, some coloring books, a teether, rattle, and his favorite plush dragon. Trevor was very thankful for his mother's foresight, watching how his father had just been staring down at the papers in front of him without actually reading them.

"Father? You feeling ok?" Trevor asks softly, as to not startle Gabriel. Gabriel nodded, trying to refocus after having been caught. Trevor frowned, but didn't fight his father on this. The more he pushed, the more Gabriel would refuse. Trevor just had to be patient. Nodding, he turned back to his computer, focusing back on his task.

About an hour later, Trevor heard a sniffle. Looking up, he notices his father had his face buried in his arms, which were crossed on the desk.

"Father?" Trevor stood up and walked over to Gabriel, "are you okay? Do you need your pacifier?" Gabriel looked up at Trevor and nodded.

Trevor only smiled softly at his father and grabbed the little bag. Taking out the pacifier, decorated with little crystals and charms that Trevor and Marie had helped Gabriel with, he gently pressed it against his father's lips, and he happily took it, sucking on it gently. Trevor took in the state of his father. The man's eyes were sunken and glossy, unable to focus on anything. He sniffles and rubs his face, upset with something, but not having the ability to voice it. Trevor went back to the bag and took out the stuffed dragon, Puff. It was weighted with beans and currently scented with chamomile, allowing it to help Gabriel relax when it was heated up. Trevor couldn't heat it up at that moment, but he still offered it to his father just in case.

Sure enough, Gabriel took the plush with a small sniffle, clutching it close to his chest. Trevor smiled softly, as to not upset the baby minded vampire, and brought out a thick blanket from the closet inside the office and laid it down on the ground. Once the blanket was in place, he scooped up Gabriel from the chair and laid him down on it.

Cooing softly at his father, he was quick in putting a diaper and getting more comfortable clothes on him. It was a little onesie that had cartoon dragons on it, that Trevor attached a clip to keep the pacifier in place. The baby vampire looked up at Trevor, eyes wide and innocent, before giggling at him. Trevor couldn't resist when his father was in this state, and gently glided his claws on Gabriel's sides, making the vampire squirm and laugh happily.

It was nice... It was almost like he had Simon with him again...

Trevor smiled fondly and sat Gabriel back up, and went back to the bag. As he went to pull out some toys, he paused. There were coloring books, the teether, and the rattle. Simple toys yes, but only appropriate for certain age ranges.

"Hey, little dragon," Trevor called, making Gabriel look up at him, "do you think you can show Bubba how old you are?" Gabriel stared blankly at him. A stare that he recognized from a toddler. Gabriel looked down at his hands, before holding up two fingers.

"Only two? Oh, I have a wee one, don't I?" Trevor chuckles, grabbing the rattle and teether. There were some supplies in the closet, like larger toys and more blankets and pillows, but Trevor didn't want to overwhelm the little vampire. He wanted his father to have fun, not shut down completely. Though the sounds from the humans just outside the door probably weren't helping Gabriel slip fully into that mindset.

With a wave of his hand, the room fell silent. Trevor noticed an immediate change in Gabriel's body language, watching as the leftover tension left his body. Trevor smiled fondly as he watched the baby vampire shake the rattle, focusing on it like it was the most interesting thing ever to him. Trevor sat behind him, holding a brush in his hand, and gently started brushing Gabriel's hair. Something about this simple act made the vampiric instincts inside him content. He remembered his father saying that grooming was important to bonding in a vampire colony, and he recalled his father and Laura, late in the afternoon, brushing and taking care of each other's hair. Trevor figured it was the animal instincts inside Vampires.

Wolves, rats, and bats; all species had heavy emphasis on grooming to build bonds with their groups. It made sense for Vampires to follow suit. He felt his father relax into him, as Gabriel continued to shake the rattle, cooing at the noise it makes.

"Having fun there, wee one?" Trevor asks with a chuckle. Gabriel giggled and squealed, shaking the rattle more vigorously. Trevor couldn't contain his laughter, before he leaned down and blew a raspberry on Gabriel's neck. This earned him another squeal and Gabriel kicked his feet out. Trevor chuckled and brought his father back against his chest. Gabriel continued to babble and shake the rattle, with Trevor nodding in faux agreement, playing with the baby minded vampire.

Trevor didn't know how long he had sat there, playing with his father. He had pulled out a couple more toys for him, one being a bead maze and the other being a shape sorter. Trevor felt nostalgic, remember the days when he and Sypha would play with Simon. A wave of bittersweet, homesickness swept over the vampire, making him yearn for his late wife and son, and the friends and life he had before arrogantly trying to destroy his father.

A yawn brought him out of his thoughts, as he felt a heavy weight press against his chest. Looking down, he smiles as Gabriel holds Puff close between them, and tiredly shakes the rattle more.

"Oh, does my wee one need a nap?" Trevor asks, before yawning too, "Bubba needs one too." Gabriel nods and rubs one of his eyes with his fist, making Trevor melt at how adorable his father was in this mindspace. Laying his father on the blanket on the floor, Trevor packs the regression bag back up, before picking his father up. Gabriel grumbles some, before cuddling into his bubba's neck, dozing in and out of sleep as Trevor carries him up to the penthouse above the offices.

Using his powers, he opened the door without disturbing the half asleep vampire in his arms. Alucard carefully took his father up to the bedroom and gently laid him down on the bed. He leaned down, kissing his forehead and covered Gabriel up with the blankets. Trevor smiles and pets his father's hair, before heading to the bathroom to change into his own night clothes, which is a simple pair of fleece pants. Though as he was heading back into the room, he heard his father whine.

Trevor was quick to run back over to Gabriel, picking him up and bouncing him in his arms to soothe him.

"Shhh... Shhh... Bubba's here," Trevor coos. That's when he felt the wet spot on the onesie. Ah, that's what the problem was. With a soft coo, he took the vampire over to the changing table. It was quick work changing the little vampire's diaper and onesie, though Trevor paused to give his father little raspberries on his stomach, making those sad tears into happy tears.

Scooping Gabriel back up into his arms, Trevor bounced him gently back over to the bed. From there, he tucked Gabriel in and formed a nest with the pillows and blankets in the room. Once satisfied with his work, he crawls in beside his father and holds him close, purring and trilling and kneading the blankets. He gave one more little kiss to Gabriel's forehead, before falling asleep beside him.

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Hiii. I'm trying to get over my writers block/burn out/whatever it is making it hard for me to focus on writing.

Tw for Smoking.

Isaac stepped out onto a balcony, welcoming the winter chill that it no longer truly felt. It pulled out a cigarette from the pack in its pocket, flicked its finger, and breathed in the bitter taste of the cigarette.

It leaned over the balcony rail and watched the city. Cars were driving by, bright neons lighting up the city's streets, one could barely tell that a mere few months ago was the Fated Day. The day that Dracul was awoken from his forced slumber. The day that Isaac finally had its sire back.

But Dracul wasn't the same man when Isaac reunited with him.

It didn't know how to feel about the change.

On one hand, Isaac was elated that Dracul was back. It was even more elated when it saw him finally recognize it, despite how much it had changed from when they had last seen each other.

On the other hand, Isaac never planned for itself to live this long, even when Dracul had turned it. It wasn't prepared to live a domestic life.

Isaac looked down at its hand, it truly didn't like the taste of the cigarettes, but they provided an excuse to take breaks from working under Nergal. Or for escaping the chaos in the room behind it.

Isaac held no ill will towards Victor or his family, it had experience with helping out with kids. But that was mostly one or two kids a millennia ago. Not seven, going on eight. That was far too many for Isaac to keep up with. When the Belnades were added into the mix, it was far more chaotic than Isaac could handle.

It glanced behind itself, watching as Dracul pretended to be pinned by the herd of kids. He was smiling and laughing, clearly settling well into his new life. Isaac's hands shook. Why was it having such a hard time adjusting?

It turned its head back out to the cityscape, focusing primarily on the lit cigarette between its fingers and lips. Isaac breathed in, before releasing the smoke with a sigh. From the corner of its eye, it saw something, well, someone, lean on the railing beside it.

Without shared words, it brought its cigarette pack back out, and handed it to its blood brother. Alucard nodded his thanks, taking one and setting them on the railing between them. He too used his magic to light it up, breathing it in, before letting it go too, with a sigh. Both stared off into the city lights, letting the city noise fill the silence. Neither one really had anything to say to the other.

They were both three cigarettes in, before Alucard straightened back up. He stretched his back, before reaching over and putting his hand on Isaac's shoulder. Two separate sets of yellow eyes made contact, speaking a full conversation without moving their lips. Isaac could see the worry in Alucard's face, it made it remember another man it had once called brother, so many centuries ago.

Isaac shook its head clear, before putting out the cigarette and putting its pack away. Alucard's hand left its shoulder and Isaac stretched its back. They nodded at each other, and Alucard walked back inside first.

Isaac hesitated. Temperatures don't affect it anymore, but the warmth radiating from the open door was almost too much for it.

Taking a deep breath, it walked through the door and allowed itself to be engulfed by the light, noise, and warmth of the room. It closed the sliding glass doors behind it, and locked them to keep some of the littlest kids in the home from getting too curious. It watched the scene before it.

Dracul was on his back on the floor, with the older kids roughhousing with him. Alucard was sitting on the couch by Victor and June. The Toymaker was putting on an impromptu show for the littlest kids, and the Chupacabra was telling his wild tales to Theresa in the kitchen, whilst being a taste tester for the foods.

A smile formed on its face. It wasn't lonely anymore.

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Selfshiptober Day 3: Embrace/Blood

When the survivors of Lust's attack came back to the shipyard they called a base, Ash was there to greet them. Every day the injuries were getting worse, and more warriors were being lost because of the almost neverending wave of undead Lust threw at them.

Ash tried to keep the morale up, but it was difficult when they themselves were only a human in-between the fight of divine beings. There was only so much they could do.

Though, Ash could at least clean and stitch up wounds on angels now. Their blood was not much different than what coursed through their veins.

They gave a strained smile to what was left of the Seventh Legion, before looking for their leader. Usiel was prone to trying to take care of his own injuries, not wanting his army to give up if they were to see him hurt. Meaning he was up in his quarters.

Ash didn't bother knocking on the door. It was barely hanging on to begin with, so they just pushed it open. Sure enough, Usiel was out of his armor, struggling with cleaning a large gash on his side. They stepped forward with soft steps.

"Need some help?" Usiel jolted at their voice, dropping the cloth.

"Ash," he stated, "you don't need to help me..."

Ash shook their head, grabbing the cloth off the floor and taking a seek by his side. Their hands were cold against the heat of his body as they quietly sat beside each other and the human worked.

Usiel didn't even flinch as the needle passed through his skin to sew the gash closed.

Once the gash was closed, Ash placed a piece of gauze and medical tape on it, trying to keep it clean. Their hand stopped on the bandages and started shaking. Tears of frustration welled up in Ash's eyes. What could they do? Ash was just a human.

Usiel looked down at them, unsure of what to say or do. He was never good at comforting others.

Biting his lip, he wrapped one of his arms around Ash. It was stiff and awkward, but Ash didn't care in that moment. They threw their arms around the angel and cried into his shoulder.

It was a rough day. Tomorrow would be just as bad, until something was done about Lust and their army.

But for now, Usiel laid back with Ash on his chest. One of his hands, and some of his wings, wrapped around them as they both rested. When they wake up in the morning, they'll find themselves surrounded by the surviving 7th Legion, but for now, it was just them.

And they would take all the time together as they could, until their inevitable deaths at the hands of the sin of Lust.

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Selfshiptober Day 2: Blankets

Uriel slowly opened her eyes, blinking to adjust to the sun pouring into the room. Despite the sunshine, the room had a chill to it, just outside the warm cocoon she was in.

She yawned and stretched her body and wings, earning a grunt and whine from beside her. Opening her eyes more, she looked at her lovers.

The Horseman, War, and the human, Vivian. Vivian was pressed into War's chest, drooling and snoring softly. There was a blanket covering them, not that they truly needed it. War was a fire, keeping them both warm. Speaking of who, Uriel could feel his hand shift on her lower back, pressing her closer to his muscular side.

Uriel admired her lovers, still reeling that they were hers. After Abaddon... She didn't think she could trust anyone to be that close to her.

But true to his name, War came barging in, with Vivian right beside him. She laid an arm and wing around Vivian, rubbing their back through the blanket. Their features relaxed more, releasing a sigh deep from their body, cuddling closer to War.

There were some noises coming from outside the room, making Uriel tense up as they stepped closer to the door to their room. The door cracked open, and Kai, one of Vivian's friends, peaked in.

"Hey, breakfast is almost ready if y'all want any." His voice was loud enough for Uriel to hear, but not loud enough to wake War or Vivian. She nodded, showing she heard him, and sighed as the door shut behind him.

She didn't mind Vivian's temporary housing with their friends. Humanity was still building their civilization back up. But considering that their friends were with War's siblings... The small home was always cramped and noisy. None of the Horsemen were small, and she wasn't exactly small either.

But she also couldn't deny that it wasn't fun. It was very different from her room in The White City. It was cold and sanitized there, but here it was warm and messy. Uriel smiled, before shaking her lovers awake.

War groaned and tightened his hold around Uriel, before relaxing it, and opening his eyes. Uriel stared into those white eyes, before pulling herself up and kissing him. The kiss was soft and short, being more of a press of the lips. A whine startled them, making the two divine beings away from each other, to look into the deep brown eyes of their human partner.

Vivian had a big pout and puppy eyes, begging for kisses without voicing it. Uriel and War chuckled and started peppering their face with kisses.

Breakfast could wait a moment. Uriel wanted to spend a lazy morning with her loves.

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Selfshiptober Day 1: Night

The cold air greeted Maycella as they locked up the bookstore for the night. Castlevania City was bright and colorful, with Jack-o'-lanterns on the steps of businesses and apartments, and even a few trees and statues. The streetlights had faux spiderwebs, making them chuckle as they stood in front of the bookstore.

They began their nightly walk through the city, taking in the energy and excitement of the people for Halloween. Their footsteps were drowned out by people getting ready for Halloween day. There were families, with tired, but smiling parents as their kids were pointing out the decorations that were out already. Groups of teens were skateboarding around or just hanging out with their friends, messing around as teens do. Maycella knew this was just the start. Castlevania City always gets excited during holidays, especially since the Fated Day. Though they couldn't help the chuckle as many of these people would never know that monsters lived with them, just under their noses.

The Belmont family was trying to lift up the spirits of the city, and it was working out in the end.

They smiled to themselves, knowing that their own children will be excited for the special holiday. Maycella could already imagine the costumes the kids had in mind this year.

Maybe Richard could be a bat this year, having been a pumpkin last year, Myrrh would probably prefer their spider form, and Laura would have a handmade costume by the end of the first week of October.

Maycella was so lost in thought, they didn't notice two different sets of hands grabbing theirs. One hand was calloused and had claws at the end of each finger, the other hand was also calloused, but unmistakably human.

With a startled noise, they gripped their spouse's hands as they lost their footing on the icy sidewalk, falling on their butt. Marie and Gabriel were quick to apologize and try to help them up, only to also lose their footing and fall as well.

All three were laughing on the sidewalk, sitting there in the ice and snow. Maycella pulled the other two close to them, kissing them happily and exaggeratedly. This caused another laughing fit, with the three jumping up and slipping and sliding on the sidewalk as they played like kids.

When they get home, all three would take a warm shower, and drink some hot chocolate and tea, while wrapped up in blankets and each other. But for now, they were just trying to get each other in the banks of snow, like children playing.

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Isaaculcard, pet play and/or xenophilia, bonus Isaac forging special toys 😏

:3c this is kinda more in a post-LoS2 era. I wasn't quite sure how to include the Xenophilia, so forgive me if nothing in here counts.

Alucard's tail was wagging as he stalked Isaac through the room. They had been waiting for Dracul to come home, but Alucard was growing bored and his vampire brother was right there. They had been chasing each other through the penthouse, Isaac just a step ahead of the wolf. Its cat tail was taunting him and he was determined to catch it. Isaac had let its guard down, thinking it had managed to hide, so it could pounce on Alucard.

Instead, Alucard pounced first, pinning his brother against the floor. Isaac let out a squeal, though it was laughing as Alucard blew raspberries on its neck. After a moment of laughter between them, Isaac grinded back against Alucard. He kept his mouth at Isaac's neck, biting and sucking to leave his mark on it.

"We, ah, we need to stop, Isaac," Alucard moaned as he gripped his brother's hips, "father won't be pleased if he, ah, fuck, if he catches us without his, his permission."

Isaac whined back at him, "but Trevor...." Before pouting and looking back at him. Alucard groaned at his name being whined out like that, but an idea popped up in his head.

"Actually, father said we couldn't fuck each other without him present... But,"

"But?"

Alucard leaned into Isaac's ear, "He didn't say we couldn't use those toys you made on each other."

With that out in the open, both hurried back to the room, with Isaac pulling out its bin of toys. They were all made from Crystals from Dracul's hoard, shaped and enhanced for different purposes.

One in particular, a ruby about the same length as Alucard's arm from shoulder to finger tip, was their personal favorite. They could use it at the same time, and it was enhanced to heat up at different intervals.

As Isaac was getting the toy, Alucard grabbed the leash. It was a short leash that clipped onto both of their collars, keeping them from getting too far from the other. Dracul really loved the leash, and Alucard was sure his father would love to see them wearing it while they pleased each other.

They sat on the bed, pulling each other into a heated kiss, as Alucard clipped the leash onto their collars. Isaac pulled away first, grabbing the lube, slathering it on the ruby toy, and putting it in position. Their moans were synchronized as the ruby toy slipped inside them.

Alucard gripped his brother's hand tightly, Isaac was gripping his back, and they moved in unison on the toy. It was long and thick, hitting all the right places with its blunt heads. It took them a moment to gain a good rhythm, Alucard laughed as it slipped out of Isaac a few times, but they didn't rush. Isaac pulled Alucard back into a heated kiss, its tongue demanding to be let into its brother's mouth. Alucard graciously allowed it.

They were so distracted with each other, and the toy inside them, they failed to hear the door open and shut. Not until they both hit the peak, with each other's name on the tip of their tongues. They panted in each other's mouth, when the sound of a belt being undone echoed in the room.

Alucard looked over first, his eyes wide as Dracul sat in the chair by the bed, fisting his own cock.

"Father-"

Dracul lifts his hand, making Alucard pause.

"I don't recall allowing you two to fuck each other when I'm out, but I see Isaac prepared a loophole," he began, "I'm not angry. I'm rather impressed. So continue. Give Daddy a show."

The leash tightened, and Dracul used his magic to move the toy in them, causing both Alucard and Isaac to moan in surprise.

"That's it. Just a puppy and kitten giving their daddy a show," Dracul growled, leaning back continuing to pleasure himself.

They were in for a long night.