#Alucard is so nonchalant about it too

[frompearl]

Vampire Slayer: THREE

Warnings: Baby Reader almost kills someone

A/N: Enjoy!

“What is that smell?” 

Four vampire children huddle around each other as they look around for the delicious smell.

It was another one of those boring parties where vampires of higher status mingled. Or more so an excuse for vampires to gossip and discuss the latest musings of the vampire world. 

That deliciously sweet smell being one of them. 

Kaname looked around boredly as Hanabusa sniffed the abnociously. An annoyed Ruka smacks him in the head, “what are you a dog? Don’t you dare act a fool in front of Lord Kuran.” She turns to him with expectant eyes of praise for doing something in his honor. 

Her eager look deflates as she realizes he’s not even looking at her. 

Instead he’s looking at the crowd of adult vampires, surrounding something. 

“What are they looking at?” Akatsuki mumbles trying to look over the taller vampires, letting out a grunt when he can’t see anything.

“Ooooh! I wanna see! I wanna see!” Hanabusa exclaims, already trying to push his way into the crowd. Before his small figure can be swallowed up by the bigger bodies of the adult vampires, Akatsuki grabs him by the back of the suit. “Hold on you idiot, don’t go seeking out trouble like you usually do.” 

Offended the blonde child gasps as he points an accusing finger to the ginger haired boy, “you hypocrite didn’t you get in trouble for sneaking out the other day-“

Grabbing him in a chokehold, the once stoic boy is flustered, “quiet you! Nobody knows about that!” 

Feeling frustrated by their immature behavior, Ruka starts to yell at them. “Stop this childish behavior! Really do you have no shame acting like this infront of Lord Kuran?!”

The three of them start to bicker, Kaname starts to walk away from the annoying trio as he pushes through the adults crowding the delicious smell.

As he gets closer, the sweet smell of honey starts to seep into his nostrils, his mouth watering. Even for a pureblood vampire, he was just as weak to the smell as any other vampire. 

“Alucard, you have lost your mind.” He hears one of the elder vampires scowl. Burgundy eyes shift to said vampire in question, Alucard only gives off a shrug as he offers a lazy smile. 

“What can I say? Hellsing was my greatest enemy after all, I’ve grown to respect him. It’s only right that I take his daughter as my apprentice.”

His response only causes an uproar as many vampires all try to get a word in to argue with the uncaring pureblood. 

Kaname doesn’t even bother to listen to the back and forth of the furious vampires and the uncaring responses of Alucard. 

He only focuses on the small girl in his grasp. He noticed how she stood motionless as the pure blood held her shoulders. 

Soft looking h/c hair that messily framed her chubby cheeks. Big e/c eyes that had an innocent gleam to them. She barely reached Alucard’s stomach and she seemed to be fiddling with something in her tiny hands. She looked dirty and unbathed. And yet the soft smell of honey emitted from her in waves.

She was like a lamb surrounded by wolves, he didn’t miss the hungry gazes that the vampires all gave her. She was easy prey, someone could just rip her from Alucards. grasp and devour her. She was harmless.

Is what he originally thought. 

“That human is going to die Alucard, she will be eaten by the end of the night, you have made a grave mistake bringing her here. Much less spewing out such blasphemy.” 

At the vampire’s words, an amused smile grows on his face. “Go right ahead, you can eat her.”

He lets go of her shoulders and steps back. He lifts his hands in surrender, motioning to the defenseless girl. 

“Anyone can take a bite.” 

No one says anything, baffled at his words.

For a second no one stepped forward too shocked by his nonchalant behavior. 

It isn’t until one brave soul steps forward. A teenage vampire who is practically salivating at the mouth as he approaches the girl. 

The girl in question has no reaction, unflinching as the vampire gets on his knees in front of her. 

Kaname sees her perfectly calm in areas where anyone else would be trembling and fighting. She remains a statue, unmoving and unemotional.

When he exposes her neck and sinks his fangs, Kaname doesn’t even see her flinch. In fact, he sees how her eyes stare down at the vampire feeding from her. Looking at him as if he were as insignificant as a mosquito rather than the bloodthirsty beast he was. Her hands continue to fiddle with the object in her hand. 

Everyone watches with bated breath as the sounds of him drinking her blood sound out through the room. Some start to inch forward to get a chance to sink their teeth into the little girl. 

Only they never get to before the teenager is ripping away from her with a gasp. His lips are stained with a black inky color that he immediately tries to hack out of his mouth. 

“What the hell?!-” He’s interrupted by a harsh cough from his throat. His red eyes widened in horror at the sight of his own blood coating the floor.

“What’s wrong with that girl! Her blood’s so-! OH MY GOD IT HURTS! SOMEONE HELP ME!”

He’s wailing in pain as he screams for help, crawling away from the little girl. 

Only the little girl follows him. 

With her soft looking hair and innocent looking eyes, she reveals the small knife she was fiddling with in her hands.

She makes a small incision in her hand, as she approaches the crying vampire.  Mercilessly, she clamps her bleeding hand over the vampire's wailing mouth. 

His eyes widen in fear as her black blood trails into his mouth, he’s trying to force her hand away but she overpowers him. 

She stares down at him as life begins to flicker out of his eyes. Her gaze was neutral as if she had only killed an annoying mosquito. 

As this happens, the vampires watch with horror, all of them moving away from the child they once thought helpless. Thinking she would turn on them and force them to drink her black blood. 

The only ones near her are Alucard and Kaname. Alucard clapped excitedly from the brutal murder of one of his acquaintances.

“I’ll be the first to admit that Hellsing was a difficult bastard to kill. But he was oh so fascinating! He survived in areas where many humans would have perished, I had always seen him with many vampire bite wounds and yet the old dog was still human! You can imagine my surprise when I tore him to shreds and his blood almost killed me!” He says cheerfully, as if he were relaying fantastic news.

Once the vampire stops squirming and he lays limp on the floor, the little girl moves her hand. Placing pressure on the wound, her big eyes find Kaname, who stands there watching her stoically. He’s unafraid, challenging her to try to kill him. She takes small steps to himself. For a moment he can see a rage deeply hidden in her pretty e/c eyes, that is directed at him. 

“This is what I have found out so far if you would all so kindly listen:

They have immunity from our kind.  They cannot turn into level E vampires. They are also quite resilient against pureblood powers, that’s why I’m careful with this little one.” He grunts as he bends down to pick up the little girl. Effectively stopping her from killing Kaname. If he weren’t a Kuran, he would gladly watch her smother him in her blood. He just didn’t want to deal with the wrath of the Kurans. 

He dodges her chubby hand trying to force her blood onto his mouth, “this one also has a natural inclination to kill us! Isn't the Hellsing bloodline so fascinating?” He jokes around, bouncing the girl in his arms as if she were a harmless little baby. 

He fakes a motion of throwing her at the vampire crowd, in which they all scream and try to back away. 

Alucard lets out a cackle at their fear, deeply amused. 

“What's the matter? Scared of a little brat?” He coos, rubbing his gaunt cheek against her chubby one. She makes a motion to bite him in which he moves his head away, not paying her mind.

“I just wanted to let you all know that Hellsing’s devil spawn will be my apprentice. Anyone who tries to interfere with my plans will be answering to me.” 

With that he swivels around with the little girl in his arms. Kaname watches as they leave, the little girl glaring at all the vampires with rage. 

He could feel the bloodlust rolling off of her in large waves as she gave them all hateful looks. Wiping her bloodied hand onto Alucard’s jacket, her doe eyes find him staring at her. She sneers at him, flipping him off. 

He can’t help but let a little chuckle, like Alucard he too was amused of the little girl. 

He was interested to see her again. 

[alucarddear]

could u write something abt adrian w a pregnant s/o 🤍🥺

Alucard with a pregnant s/o. He will be so happy. 😭

It was Adrian who first entertained the thought—her recent headaches, irritability, and sensitivity to certain smells. Coupled with her strange food combinations as of late and her delayed bleeding, it pointed to one possibility: she might be pregnant.

She knew his mother was a doctor and his father was a man of science. Both were intellectuals who sired another intellectual. They certainly had taught Adrian a thing or two, and he’d always been her “doctor” so she trusted him. They were both pretty certain, but just to be sure, they went to the village doctor anyway who then confirmed her pregnancy.

The entire time, anyone who didn’t know Adrian would’ve thought him quite nonchalant about it with how cool and composed he was. But as soon as the couple were back home??? he BAWLED for a straight hour. “I… I’m going to be a father?”

He was absolutely petrified. At first, Adrian vacillated between utter terror and unbelievable euphoria. He had no doubt that his s/o will be an excellent mother, but he was absolutely terrified at the thought of fatherhood, especially after doing what he had to do to his own father. He often wondered if he even deserved this. But eventually, he came around til he couldn’t quite contain his excitement!

His eyes are on her all the time. Adrian excitedly comments on how her small bump appears to grow bigger and bigger every day. 🥰 He has a smile on his face whenever he talks about it.

Better believe he will read whatever medical textbook that exists on pregnancy!!! He’s with her through it all, noting any changes every month, making sure everything is going to be okay.

He always talks to the baby. He kneels down and presses his cheek to her belly. He gives plenty of kisses too. At night, he already whispers stories to their little one, and they’re not even out in the world yet. 🥹

One thing is absolutely certain—his baby will want for nothing.

At night, they often cuddle in bed and discuss possible baby names. Adrian doesn’t care what sex the baby will be. He will love them regardless. He cannot wait to teach them all sorts of things.

He already spoils his s/o, but now that she’s pregnant, he is even more doting on her. Whenever he goes to any other room, he asks “Anything you want, darling?” He will get her ANYTHING she asked for if he can help it, no matter the time of day or night. She wants it? She gets it.

He is protective! She hasn’t lifted a single finger since the confirmation of her pregnancy. He simply will not allow it. “I am not fragile, you know,” she’d argue. “I know, darling,” he’d say. “You’re strong, but… just—just let me.” It makes him happy to just be there for her, supporting her all the way. She does all the hard work at this time, after all. In his mind, the best thing he can do at this time is to be there and to take care of the little things for her every step of the way.

Best believe his s/o is eating go grow glow lol. Fruits, vegetables of all sorts, tons of water, no stress, he takes her and their child’s health extremely seriously!

As she goes further along her pregnancy, Adrian is basically glued to her belly, waiting to feel the first kicks.

Most of all, he is extremely proud. As he holds his lover in his arms, swollen with his child, he tearfully marvels at what’s to come. He almost cannot believe the life they created together. He will do everything in his power to protect his little family. Nothing matters more to him than them. 🤍

[wyyvernn]

A/n: Wyy feels like tearing your hearts out tonight so suffer or enjoy it, you masochists.

Summary: After months of friendship and bonding, Adrian is heartbroken that you would betray him like this.

Cw: Angst, death

"Why?"

Alucard let the dreaded word fall from his lips as something pricked at his eyes. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the hilt of his sword.

He couldn't understand where he went wrong. He welcomed you into his space, tended to your needs, became your friend and eventually found his feelings for you so why.

Why were you now staring him down, a long blade in one hand and your dagger in the other? For a moment he thought he caught a flicker of guilt in your gaze, but it was replaced with nothing a moment later.

"I was tasked to hunt you down a year ago, I am merely fulfilling that order now-"

"But WHY!" He screamed a deafening shout, a rare thing that Alucard almost never does, "Why go through all of that trouble?! Why did you wait to kill me until now? Why did you...you..."

The tears fell at last, one after the other. It was like he was reliving that nightmare all over again. Someone comes to visit his castle, he would help them, they would bond and then they would spin around and shove a knife through his heart. The cycle felt endless.

"Well if I waited, it would've been easier for you to lop my head off," you spoke, almost humorously, "This way," you motioned towards the distance between you and him with your dagger, "It's harder, because you have feelings, because it hurts. So easier for me, harder for you...it works."

Alucard felt sick at your nonchalance. The fact that you could be so calm, so dry towards the matter and pretend as if nothing happened between the two of you after months of friendship, made the bile rise in his throat.

It was a lie, all of it was a lie and suddenly the faces of his previous guests flashed in his mind. It was happening all over again.

He wanted to die, he really felt like he didn't deserve anyone. Or other people didn't deserve him.

Slowly, he felt his weapon betray him as it slipped from his grasp and smacked the stone below. The noise was loud, too loud. It felt like his voice became clearer all of the sudden.

"I won't kill you."

A grin broke out on your lips as you got into position, "Like I said, easier for me."

Your feet kicked off the ground and your body surged forward as you readied your blades. Your dagger came up in an attempt to jab it right into his neck only for him to step to the side, grab your arm and shove you away.

"Please...please stop this...we can forget this happened."

"You know we can't, love!" You tried another attempt, this time with your sword, slashing it once and twice in the air.

It went on for a while. You would try to stab him and Alucard would be forced to dodge all of your attacks, all the while he would try to speak to you, to calm you. But he knew that all he was doing was delaying the inevitable. He knew it was either you or him.

"Look, you might as well fight me too because I'm not stopping anytime soon!" You shouted breathlessly.

Alucard repeatedly whimpered your name. His 'pleases' were weak and filled with regret. He didn't want to kill you, but he had to.

You had exhausted yourself almost completely. For a final time, you swung out your arm and as expected, he caught it. Alucard spun you around, pressing his front against your back. He snatched your dagger from your hand and with one more sorrowful gaze upon your struggling figure, he reluctantly buried the blade deep into your heart.

You exhaled a dying gasp of pain, falling effortlessly into his chest. He fell with you to the floor, gathering you in his arms as his tears streamed onto your face.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, he cried. He repeated it, and then again, chanting it over and over until you spoke your last words.

"I suppose...if I was to ever die, it would be with you, in your arms, love. I'm happy, in a way, I don't have to worry about you or anything anymore," you coughed blood, your voice getting more and more faint. "This...this isn't...so...bad."

His heart tugged at that and he pressed himself closed to you.

"Did you ever love me?" He sobbed, awaiting your response, but it was too late.

He weeped harder when he recieved nothing, when he saw the life drain from your eyes, when he felt that you were no longer thrashing about.

He pressed his cold lips to your forehead, to the last person who Adrian Tepes would ever love for the very last time.

[elixirvitae]

Happy New Year there! I have been enjoying your blog the last days and I congratulate you!!!! You are a-w-e-s-o-m-e!!!! 🤩 May I offer my ask too? Lets say that Alucard's s/o leaves him one day with no explanation. His heart is broken. He is angry. He is sad. He is miserable. He is in pain. But after some time they return full of regrets. What would he do? Forgive them immediately? Or make them pay for what he has been through?

I can't wait for your answer 👀

Happy New Year to you, as well! Thank you so much for the support!

I think it really depends on how long he and his partner had been together and the depth of their relationship. I think there would be a spectrum ranging from "well, that's that I guess" jaded nonchalance to "I wasn't meant to be loved" depression. I think right in the middle would be worry that something had happened to his s/o and he would grieve never knowing what happened.

I think the next variable would be how long the person waited before returning with a boat load of regret. I consider "some time" within a human life to be a few to several years.

I think when they return with their tail between their legs there would be an initial surprise paired with "what the fuck, I was worried about you".

I think once the initial surprise and expression of worry had passed, Alucard would be very dry about the whole thing. I don't know that there would be many reasons he would accept under such circumstances that couldn't have been communicated. I think the only thing he wouldn't be prepared to chastise against would be if they had been scared of telling him that they lost feelings for him or scared to tell him they'd met someone else. If that were the case, I think it would hurt him but he would just accept it.

I don't think he would take back a partner that abandoned him without a word, though. Forgiveness, perhaps, depending on the circumstances, but I don't think he would punish them or anything. He'd just shrug it off, say "fair enough" and bid them goodbye for good. He has more self respect and dignity than to take back someone who ghosted him.

[fenixburnedarchived2]

i have to indulge myself in sending this but try + alucard BGHWTBHGDFH

MAKE ME TRY NEW CHARACTERS | @astravaris​

His legs are shaky and his heart hammers loudly in his chest from the sensation of Rhy’s touch and their lips meeting. Still caught up in the pleasant memory, the captain almost collides with someone on the stairs and recognition hits him like a punch to the guts. Perhaps after everything it has been a mistake to come here and see the prince, but against his better judgement Alucard hadn’t been able to resists in the end. And perhaps suddenly facing Kell of all people is a proper punishment for this insolence. 

“Master Kell. What an unexpected pleasure, running into you here.” He manages a smile, putting on the mask of nonchalance with ease.  “I don't see how it's unexpected, as I live here. What is unexpected is running into you, since I thought I made myself quite clear the last time we met.”, the Antari snarls. Clearly neither he nor his dislike for Alucard have changed in the slightest. Not that he’d truly assumed otherwise. “Quite.” Now Alucard’s voice mirrors Kell’s, just as biting. The last three years have taught him to stand his ground and he doesn’t intend to back down as easily as he once had.  “Then what were you doing in my brother's chambers?” Laughter bubbles up in his throat, though Alucard controls himself and merely raises an eyebrow. “Do you want a detailed account? Or will a summary suffice?” Oh a part of him would love to give Kell the details and watch his face, though the rest remembers all too well where this could get him. “Why are you here?” At least there’s a good explanation for that. “I'm sure you've heard. I'm competing in the Essen Tasch. As such I was invited to the royal palace for the Banner Night.” A weak excuse, they both know that, but it has served him well enough so far. “Which is happening downstairs, not in the prince's room. Are you lost?" Before Alucard can answer, Kell cuts in, adressing the guard he has barely even noticed until now. "Tolners. Escort Master Emery to the Rose Hall. Make sure he doesn't wander.” Letting the wind loose for just an instant feels so good and Alucard wishes he could unleash it on the royal instead of innocent Tolners, as fruitless as that attempt might be. “I'm sure I can find my way.” Fed up with this conversation, Alucard passes Kell to leave, though the other man catches his arm.  “Do you remember what I told you before banishing you from this city?” The words are cold as the prison cell he’d been thrown into.  “Vaguely. Your threats all seem to run together.” A blatant lie. Alucard remembers every single word, just as everything else about the events three years prior. The handcuffs, the smell of singed skin, the devastation ... Perhaps he’s truly been a fool to come back. “I said. That if you break my brother's heart  a second time, I will cut yours out. I stand by that promise, Alucard.” I never wanted to break his heart and I still don’t. He almost screams it, but he knows even then it wouldn’t reach Kell. There’s no use in opening up to him, so instead the captain builds the walls higher. “Still fond of growling, aren't you, Kell? Ever the loyal dog, nipping at heels. Maybe one day you'll actually bite.” With that he moves, quickly making his way down to the Rose Hall. Only one deep breath, before he straightens his shoulders and wills his mouth into the most dazzling smile, once again only the captain of the Night Spire. Hopefully a few drinks will make him forget all about this encounter and the past London continues to evoke. 

[misc-headcanons]

Omg, your inbox is open! It's been so long since I submitted, can you do some cutsie relationship domestic relationship headcanons between Tatsumaki, Seras Victoria and Fubuki and their boyfriends!!! Please and thank you!

Tatsumaki

Very nonchalant about introducing her boyfriend to others. Like if a fellow high ranking Hero asked who the guy following her was, she'd just go "Oh, my boyfriend. Anyway, why are you talking to me?" She doesn't get why everyone is so shocked at her having one, except for them thinking her standards are impossibly high so it's amazing she found someone who met them. But she knows ____'s great and nobody else has to "get it" except for her.

She gets bored easily during mission briefings and other meetings she has to go to as a Hero, so she'll just randomly talk to her ____ telepathically. Sort of like when your s/o sends you a bored text at work, but it's their voice directly in your head!

She tends to do that more often than talking directly. She doesn't like anyone hearing what she wants to say to him EXCEPT for him, so she'll just say it using her powers.

Because she's so petite, she'll typically just use her powers to reach for stuff she can't reach. If her boyfriend gets it for her before she can though, she gets all pink-cheeked and flustered while insisting she could've gotten it herself.

She doesn't hold hands unless they're both in private (she hates the way other people fawn over the two of them and call it cute; even if they just think it, she can still hear them), and her main forms of affection are leaning against them or having an arm on their back or something. If they don't have powers, she'll make them float around with her while they cuddle at home.

Fubuki

She's a fashion icon and she loves coordinated couples' outfits SO much. Nothing tacky like matching cutesy t-shirts or something, but she'd make sure they have a lot of dark green in their wardrobe to go with her trademark dress. She likes taking her boyfriend shopping to get him outfits, but she always insists that EVERYTHING looks good on them so they always come home with a lot of stuff.

Her tone instantly changes whenever she's talking to them. Like she's usually very cold/calm and haughty, but the instant she addresses her boyfriend she'll be subtly sweet and warm.

She's the type to send messages (through text or telepathically) every day asking how they're doing. She's protective of any s/o she has, especially if they don't have abilities as strong as hers (or any at all).

Sometimes she'll try cute dating and romantic tips from websites or magazines since she isn't really used to this sort of thing. Like she'd get some shades of lipstick to see which one she wants to wear in the morning, and coyly ask if she could test to see how they looked on ____'s skin by kissing them with each shade...but she gets so flustered that she's stammering out the question and blushes like crazy, lol.

Unlike her sister, she has no problems being affectionate in public. Anyone who stares at her holding her boyfriend's hand or leaning against his shoulder isn't her. She'd appreciate if they weren't too lovey-dovey or "sensual" when she's meeting with a superior Hero or the higher ranking Association members though, just because she doesn't want to be seen getting so red-faced and cute.

Seras

She always brings an umbrella with her on dates during the day, just because she dislikes the feeling of the sun on her skin. She's powerful enough that it won't kill her, but the itch is annoying. If her boyfriend tried to help as best as he could by putting sunscreen on her, she'd think it was so sweet. It probably won't do much but still, he's so caring and cute...

Always gets embarassed when Alucard calls her s/o her "mate." Even if she's a vampire, she prefers more human terms to describe her boyfriend. There's more to them than just mating, you know!

Always sounds British as fuck when using affectionate names for him. Like idk where she's from in terms of regional parts of the UK but still. When she calls him "love", it's "luv". When she calls him "honey", it's "hun." And if she's from the Midlands she'd def use "duck" or "me duck" as a nickname whenever they're alone together.

Even if she doesn't need to eat food anymore, she still likes cooking with her boyfriend. It's a nice little domestic thing that reminds her that there IS some trace of humanity in her, even when she thinks she's nothing but a monster sometimes. Typically she'll pour a glass of blood for herself to go with whatever they're eating, but apart from that it feels just like any other loving couple having dinner together.

[shattersstar]

bluebelle

and if the devil was to ever see you, he’d kiss your eyes and repent (part one)

pairing: alucard x reader

excerpt: it seemed as if each corner of the castle held something of you; a bouquet of flowers you had picked for one of the halls in the east wing, a book you half read discarded in a barely used study, the faint flour fingerprints on the railing from when you made banana bread and had gotten so excited it turned out well you dragged Adrian into the kitchen despite the mess on your hands. The brush of your lips even lingered on his skin, the softness revered and remembered. It was warming to find all the parts of you in the tomb that had become his home yet again. (title comes from bluebelle by frank carter and the rattle snakes)

warnings: alucard being loved and appreciated, fluff, minimal angst

a/n: well I couldn’t work on requests till i got this out of my system. kinda stressed abt posting for castlevania bc i dont think? ive talked about it on here before? buuut i can’t stop thinking abt alucard after rewatching season two so here we are. anyways feedback is appreciated.

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You weren’t by his side in the morning, the sun slotting from the vaulted windows cascaded a stream of warmth that didn’t touch your skin. He startled, fingers curling into the cool sheets. You’d been gone for a while and he hadn’t heard you leave, he—

Adrian had slept. Through the night.

That thought was almost as jarring as your lack of presence. He let his palms dig into his eyes, sliding out from under the covers and dressing quickly. His steps were always light, even against the old floors of the castle. You once mentioned you didn’t think he walked around the castle, merely hovered when you first moved in. Mostly because it was easy to find you, your step not nearly as cautious as his, your scent always lingering through the air, like a trail of crumbs.

Although now, it had become harder to find you because of it, it seemed as if each corner of the castle held something of you; a bouquet of flowers you had picked for one of the halls in the east wing, a book you half read discarded in a barely used study, the faint flour fingerprints on the railing from when you made banana bread and had gotten so excited it turned out well you dragged Adrian into the kitchen despite the mess on your hands.

The brush of your lips even lingered on his skin, the softness revered and remembered. It was warming to find all the parts of you in the tomb that had become his home yet again–but still, it made finding you down a bit more difficult.

He’d begun to rely on sound more, listening from the dragging of ladders around one of the many libraries, the boiling of the kettle or even your voice muttering nonsense to yourself. Sometimes singing, but once you realized he could hear it at great distances, your face burned hot and you only hummed absentmindedly these days.

Your love also reached great distances, bounding higher then the gothic walls you two dwelled in, tendrils of your affection brushing over him like calming waves, as if you somehow purposely emitted your feelings. A secret empath perhaps, humming with love and nudging at his scarred chest until he let you in.

He knew all of that was facetious, nearly musings to keep his thoughts on you as he made his way calmly through the labyrinth castle. You had called it that, still getting lost in it to this day and shouting for him when you’d get frustrated enough. You’d pout when Adrian would casually walk over to where you found yourself, nonchalant and even a little amused. Though, the spike in adrenaline that flowed through his system each time that happened contradicted his calm demeanour each time he approached. He always moved in a flurry, zigzagging and hunting through the daunting walls till he could locate you. He didn’t want you to worry, to see his first thoughts went to danger, he knew you wouldn’t be happy with that. He knew you’d stop calling for him if it meant his fear would take over, that you’d likely stay lost for a lot longer all for him.

It was a dangerous thing, the way you loved him.

He sometimes wished you had been together before his mother died, so that his love wasn’t weaponized against him. There was always going to be a fear attached to his love, everyone waiting for the day he’d break like his father, that his love for you would drive him mad and the cycle of destruction would repeat. It was destined to happen in so many minds, cycles were tricky like that, promoted to be broken, but never as easily as suggested.

That was until you made it easy. You pulled him to your chest and toyed with his hair, skin drying from the bath and voice speaking all the truths he needed to hear into existence. It seemed as if the path he was supposedly destined to be on crumbled before him. He didn’t actively choose to be different, be good, be better, there simply was never the option to be bad once he realized he loved you.

Even now, unable to find you, fear trickling into his stilled heart, there was no anger bruising his soul. The thought of losing you hurt, more than any adjective could place, but it’s a wallowing kind of hurt, the cold grief stricken kind that doesn’t ignite hellfire, but tears. Adrian hadn’t even realized his eyes were brimming with them until your voice carried, a small shout followed by a laugh. His head all, but snapped up, focusing on it and soon he was in the doorway, a sense of calm replacing the creeping anxiety as he found you atop a desk, trying to place a box onto one of the many shelves in this study. The study you had claimed as your own, in love with the large circular window that overlooked the forest instead of the crumbling estate. You didn’t fear the Belmont’s as many had, but rather didn’t find the appeal in staring at a pile of wreckage.

A huff of amusement echoed in the back of his throat when you’d said that casually over dinner, coming to regret the statement when it was passed onto Trevor the next time he visited. Amusement almost laced his mind now as he watched you for a moment, you shoved the box a few times, its contents rattling as you were just a bit too short to rest it securely. He contemplated offering his help, but sure calling attention to himself would startle you, the box likely to fall.

Instead he moved swiftly, behind you in a half a breath and reaching over your shoulders to push the box the rest of the way. You still startled, jumping with a small gasp, your arms dropping back down. You both stood there for a moment, your back rising and falling against his lean chest, his arm slipped to his side, fingers brushing yours as he did. You glanced over your shoulder at him as he climbed down from atop the desks surface. You smiled as he extended a hand to help you, palm face up. He guided you to step onto the chair before settling on the floor, fingers shifting to interlace with his as you pulled him close, chests bumping. “Good morning beloved.” You hummed.

“I believe it’s past noon.” He commented, earning an eye roll.

“Well then good afternoon.”

“No beloved?”

“You’re being quite the tease for someone who’s slept in—leaving me to my own devices this morning.”

“I can see that didn’t go too well.”

You feigned offence, both hands now in Adrian’s as you stepped back, a mix of a gasp and scoff falling from your lips.

“Someone’s in a mood.” He contemplated the statement, drawing you back in with a light pull in his direction. It used to be alarming how easy it was to get you close, how you didn’t shy away, how you were ready to feel him as long as he’d let you. Your chests bumped again, your hands sliding up his arms and around his neck. “And don’t say its because you woke up alone.”

“Hm.”

“Ah, I know you too well. That means you owe me a kiss.”

“It does?”

“Of course, my intelligence deserves a reward, no?” A grin flickered over his face, fangs flashing as he let his slender arms wrap around your frame, one hand resting between your shoulders blades—urging you even closer, your head tilted and lips meeting his slowly.

“Everything you do deserves a kiss.” He sighed, breath fanning over your face.

“Maybe I’ll hold you to that.”

“I don’t object.”

“Good.” You kissed him again, this time a little harder, a bit more than a greeting. Your fingers curled minimally in his hair, tongue swiping against his bottom lip, a silent ask of permission. He granted it with ease, tasting the berries on your tongue and inhaling the warmth of cinnamon radiating from you. Maybe you had been baking again, he wondered momentarily, lips still moving against yours. You pulled away first, chest rising and falling visibly as you let another smile warm over your features. He was almost a little dazed looking at you, barely noting the strands of hair that fell over his face, your fingers quick to tuck them back behind his ear. “Your hairs messy.” You commented, holding his face in your hands as you leaned back, taking him in. Your smile shifted into something curious, brows pulled inward as your gaze flickered across his face. You studied him, the gears in your brain churning out questions you already had the answer too. “Did you think I’d gone? When you woke up?”

You did know him, far too well.

“For a moment, yes.” He had learned it was better not to lie to you, to hide things at times, yes, but to outright lie left a bitter taste in his mouth (and you’d always figure it out anyways).

“Well I’m sorry for worrying you my love, if I had left the grounds I would’ve written a note, or woken you up even, but I didn’t think about doing that if I wasn’t far.” You explained, eyes full of sincerity. It was so human, something he mimicked, but never obtained in the same way you did.

He nodded at your words, forehead resting on yours.

“But is that not it?”

“What?” He recoiled slightly, unable to hide the surprise that found its way onto his face.

You did know him far too well that this had to be magic, you had to have read his mind and understood something deeper. He still found himself alarmed at this moment, your ability to read him surpassed even that of his mother.

“There’s something else isn’t there? You’re upset about something else.”

“I’m not upset—“

“Adrian,” You warned, his mouth snapped shut, “Please don’t lie to me.” He relented, his shoulders tight with defence dropped as your thumb brushed over the porcelain of his cheek. “But we can talk about this later. Okay?” You knew when to push and when to pull and when to give in to him just as he needed. You smiled up at him, nose nudging his affectionately. Love dripped through your words and danced in the corners of your eyes

Yes, later is fine. Right now he needed to be held.

You let your fingers slip into his hair, toying with it, nails kindly swirling against his skull. You were good at soothing him, words, actions, everything. It all calmed the choppy waters that stirred beneath his rib cage and he melted into you. Adrian let his eyes fall closed as you pulled him into a hug, one hand still tangled in his hair while the other wrapped as best it could almost the expanse of his shoulders. He let his arms hang limp, nose pressing into the side of your neck as he breathed you in. Taking in your scent, not where it hung in the stale castle air, how it lingered on door knobs to forgotten rooms you likely tried to open or dwelled on the various pots and pans.

He took you in from the source, your perfume and rainwater from the previous night washed over his senses, along with that still confusing note of cinnamon. Maybe he’d bring it up later, but for now he wanted to love in the safety of your arms.

[maybe-your-left]

i don’t know if your requests are open or not but i think it would be really funny for a blurb with doctor ten and the tiktok leggings!😂

i had to look up with these leggings were... may have ordered a pair... that’s between me and my diary.

these leggings are supposed to make your butt look EVEN JUICIER THAN BEFORE.

ANYWAY-DR. REN HELL YES.

“Sweetheart,” Ren called from the living room. “You got a package?”

“Oh!”

You ran into the room, looking a little bit disheveled, meeting Rens surprised face. Toying with the box in his hands, “Can I please have it?”

“What’s in it?”

You bit your lip, eying the package. They weren’t a secret, you just saw them on the internet. And they were for working out... with some added benefits.

“It’s just clothes.”

Ren cocked a brow, “Youre being vague, what did you order?”

“I’m not being anything!”

“You always tell them when you order something, sometimes you even make sure I like it. So, what’s in the box?”

You rolled your eyes, “It’s nothing!”

Ren walked into the kitchen, even though you chased after him. Grabbing a knife from the block on the counter, “Last chance, what did you buy?”

“Kylo,” you whined, reaching pitifully across the island for the box, “Please don’t stab it.”

“Why? Is it because it’s a pet?”

“There’s no air holes.”

Ren ran the knife under the tape, mumbling about what he assumed was in the box. Last week you saw a chinchilla on the internet and begged him to buy it, but he refused. Saying they were ‘rodents’ and he wouldn’t accept them in the house.

“Oh.”

You looked at him smugly, snatching the clothes from the box, “I told you,” Ren glared at you, “It’s just workout clothes.”

———

Telling Ren you bought workout clothes was a mistake. Since he woke you at the crack of dawn the next morning, throwing down a sports bra and your new pants.

Herding you into the Jeep, you decided to wear a long jacket. To cover the ‘enhancing’ qualities of the leggings. Ren thought nothing of it, too indulged in making your pre workout shakes that tasted like sour patch kids.

“Come on love,” he held your door open, shielding you from the rain, “It’s weightlifting day.”

You groaned, “Noo, I have things to do today!”

“You’re fine,” Ren grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together, “You won’t be sore today, tomorrow you will be.”

———

You were panting by the end of the warm up, Ren made you run with him around the track. Running backwards in front of you, whistling whenever you lapsed.

How he found his whistle you had no clue, the gym attendants glared at him.

But they are too scared to take it from him again, last time they did. Ren brought three more whistles and blew them at attendants that tried to take it.

“Love, breathe,” he grasped your shoulders, “How is this winding you, we’ve had sex for an entire day before. How is this worse?”

“Because,” you hissed, “I get a reward with that!”

Ren scoffed, pulling you towards the weights. Smacking your ass, “Let’s do some chest and arms.”

He watched you like a hawk, tsking whenever you whined about weight. Saying ‘you’re fine’ ‘that’s not even that much!’ ‘if you don’t stop crying I’m smacking you’.

Barely noticing your ample derrière.

Until...

The squat bar, Ren went first. Showing off how much weight he lifts. His tank top clinging to his delicious muscles, legs flexing in his joggers. You were salivating at his reflection, ready to go home and have him rail you into next week.

“Okay my love,” he kissing your forehead, “Come in front of me.

You watched carefully, seeing if he would notice your backside.

And notice he did!

Rens eyes looked like they were going to pop out, you could hear how hard he had to swallow to recover from the surprise. You bit your cheek to stop from laughing, putting on your best nonchalant face as you cleared your throat.

“Are you gonna put some weights on?”

———

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[demigoddessqueens]

Heart’s Obsession

(Can never go wrong with Roxette and Animotion) update on AO3

Adrian Tepes was not one to think he would be so quick to fall in love. Yet here he was, finding himself in this predicament. Heart thumping, hands sweaty, eyes darting back and forth, and all because of one woman. One who unintentionally captured his heart, and she didn't even know it yet. Or did she?

Greta Danesti was many things, but oblivious was not one of them. Running the city's local bar and night hot spot brought in a whole cavalcade of characters into her family's business, but the one that caught her eye was the young Tepes man. Everyone who was anyone knew his family. Renowned physician mother and brutally competitive business mogul of a father, two opposites who had a child who was the best of them. Yet he was the rebel who always crashed into her bar every night, be it to a sold out venue with his band or to drown his melodramatic sorrows. At first she thought him a bit of a cheeky, self-absorbed man until she grew to learn more about him.

He thought himself a bit of a bastard at times; rebellious, nonchalant, melodramatic, snarky and one who drank his sorrows away one too many times. That tended to happen to one who was unlucky in love in the worst possible ways, while suffering a great tragedy. After losing his beloved mother to an tragic disease, it pained Adrian to see his once regal father slowly wither away from the grief. He tried to seek solace from the loneliness and pain, even if it proved to be detrimental to him, he didn't care.

Though he had the support of Trevor and Sypha, lifelong childhood friends and fellow bandmates, there was still that crushing loneliness that sometimes overwhelmed him. Any outlet, drunken hookup or just hard drink he could find didn't fill that broken hole in his heart wasn't enough at first, until he talked to her. A brooding shell of a man who bantered back and forth with the amber-eyed business owner. She could make him laugh, smile, and just remember how things used to be for him before tragedy. It wasn't until one night, when he talked for hours on end until Greta closed for the night that Adrian realized he was falling for her.

Every fiber and voice in his body was just screaming at him to leave. He was a man with his flaws and he could never drag her down to his level. So calm, understanding, liberal with her banter and shared stories of relationship mishaps; what driving force thought an undeserving bastard such as himself could be graced with a woman such as her? She was so lively and full of fire for just anything in life, and well he was...him.

As the conflicted man laid awake in the now empty house that he owned, miles away from the suburbs in the bustling city apartments, an equally compelled woman laid awake in her bed. Greta had become well-acquainted friends with Belnades and Belmont over the years as they came to her bar, and her first impression of the moody Tepes heir only came from them. She would be lying if she were to deny her heart going out to him because of his tragedy, but to drown oneself completely to numb the pain? She couldn't imagine that.

Life was short, and life was precious, and neither wanted to waste any moment. There was an attraction, a growing fondness that was blossoming into something new between the two. Both man and woman wanted to profess the depths of their affections to the other. They would. They had to. How else could they go on if they were just left to wander "What if?"

It happened one late night after The Trio's performance. A rousing and successful night with the endless flow of spirits. Yet, amidst the shouts and laughter, Greta and Alucard spared the occasional longing gaze at each other. An unspoken language that only they knew, something that had culminated in months of courtships, conversations, banter. They wanted each other, and tonight they were throwing caution to the wind.

Adrian lingered till the crowds dispersed, his golden eyes conveying his desire and vulnerability that he felt around her. It wasn't until the final closing that he made his move, laying it all out for her in the open. A confession that was equally endearing as it was profound. A proclamation of how he felt, what he gained just from knowing her, how he wanted to make her feel, and how slowly getting to know brought a sense of hope and new life back into his heart.

The pregnant pause felt like an eternity and he felt his heart beating through its aches until Greta placed her hand on the side of his face. She let her eyes linger on his lips, making sure he knew where she looked, before reassuring him with her answer. She reciprocated the depths of his affection, and desired him just as much. It was a flurry of quick movements as they both made their way back to the car, bound to the home he lived alone in. Though, unbeknownst to Greta, in due time, Adrian wanted to make it her home too.

Crashing into the doorframes, lips meshed against the other, leaving the clothes dispersed, both man and woman grasped to each other as if it was their last chance to have one another. A last chance to declare in other, more intimate ways, how they felt about the other. For Adrian, it was grasp at the happiness he wanted to achieve. Given the personal tragedy he faced, he tried to fill that void with whatever debauchery or fling he could find, but it always felt so hollow. Now, he had a saving grace in that with Greta. A woman who grew to be his confidant, friend, and someone who he wanted as his lover and partner.

Life came naturally to Greta. The daughter of a family that traveled the world for their work three, four times all before she was 20 years old. The highs and lows, loves and losses, challenges and relationships and sex came naturally to her. But of all her worldly experiences couldn't prepare her for what was happening in this moment. Being with Adrian made her feel wanted and desired. Greta knew she was friendly as she was guarded, yet vulnerability with him was a rare concept for her to come by. It was a foreign feeling that came once in a lifetime, but she wanted to welcome it, nonetheless.

Bodies melded into one another. Hands held onto each other for dear life. Every kiss was a search for whatever Holy Grail they could find. Though both had partners before, no experience compared to what they created for themselves. A safe haven of intimacy, trust, vulnerability, and all of it was free of preconceptions or judgments.

Pleasure beyond compare with every finger that traced over their bodies. The shivers, moans, kisses and thrusts of their love-making, all an act of worship to the other. He worshipped her life and her passion, and she worshipped the strength and steadfastness that he brought. Two wholes that came together as one, sealed in the vigor of a binding kiss.

Adrian had lost count of the number of times he lost himself to pleasure. Being with Greta filled all of his senses that the concept of time left the space they created for themselves. Her body melded so well with his, her sex slick with desire for him, and her mouth that marked him for hers. He felt completely at her mercy and just let himself fall to her ways. Whatever she wanted, or asked for, he would do it. He wanted to. He wanted her. In the last final throes, he came harder than he ever expected, the fog of ecstasy clouding his mind. As it subsided to a dull throb, he felt her reassuring kiss on his skin again, fingers threading through each others silken locks to affirm that this was real for them.

In the post coital haze of their lovemaking, Adrian held closely to her. He could just lie here forever if he wanted to, and just be content. They talked that night, a different conversation from the ones they had in her bar. The deepest, darkest parts of his heart and very being that he was afraid to reveal, but he felt he could share now. One of them being was that he didn't deserve this, didn't deserve her love or the love that had come his way in various forms.

Greta looked down at him, making him face her as she fiercely looked into his eyes. It was at this moment that she knew she wholeheartedly loved this man, and it would be known to him just as he made known to her. It wasn't about what he deserved, but what they choose to believe. They both believed in love, and would choose that love with each other every day.

[luciehercndale]

Jade // Kelila

Another Kell and Lila one shot. This is going to have a part II, but you can read it as a standalone. As usual, I hope you enjoy it!

Couple: Kelila, Kell Maresh and Lila Bard Fandom: Shades of Magic Rating: T+ Words: 1082

Ch 1:  JADE ;  Ch 2:  VELVET ; Ch 3: ANCHOR ; Ch 4: THUNDER ; Ch 5: FEAST ; EPILOGUE

“A royal event. Yikes,” Lila exclaimed from the sofa.

She laid on the far end of the furniture with her feet perched on Kell’s legs. He had just returned from an errand and was tired. His hair was in disarray and his shirt already unbuttoned and ready to be discarded for a pajama, but first, he said he needed to sit down.

“You know I hate events as much as you do,” Kell replied lazily as his hands massaged Lila’s feet. It came naturally to act domestic with her, as if they had known each other for years instead of months. “But this is a masked event, which means we can leave when we get tired of mingling in with the crowd.”

Lila raised one eyebrow and nodded. “That’s pretty great. Fantastic.” Her voice betrayed her annoyance, but Kell was used to it. She didn’t like public events, considering she couldn’t pick pockets anymore.

“Rhy said it’s just to show other royals that we are holding up after everything went down,” he explained, and adjusted his head on the back of the couch and closed his eyes to rest his eyelids.

“Then what?”

Kell’s eyes snapped open and he glanced at Lila. “Then what, what?”

“What do we do?” Lila inquired, her eyes trained on his hands who were still working on her feet and ankles. Their eyes met for a moment, and she tilted her head on the side expectantly. “You don’t have to do that, you know.”

“What shouldn’t I do,” he murmured. His voice laced with fatigue and he yawned after he spoke.

Lila removed her feet from Kell’s limbs and sat down closer to him. He blinked twice, quite confused, or probably too sleepy to function. “You’re dead tired, Kell.”

“So, what,” he said. It was a question but it came out as a simple affirmation.

On his side, Lila sighed. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.” She grabbed his arm and pushed him off the sofa. Damn, he was already sleeping standing, and it made things harder. But he managed to walk at least, and she could reach the bed in less time than she imagined. Kell tried to sit down and swayed because she didn’t let him. “Wait, you can’t sleep with your coat on,” she admonished him, then proceeded to remove his clothes until he was naked from the waist up. He was half away in the world of dreams, it seemed, because when she was finally done and helped him under the silk sheets, he fell asleep in no time. Lila crawled in bed next to him and adjusted the covers so that they were both tucked in, then she put her head on his inviting arm and tried to sleep as well. He kissed her hair before finally dozing off.

The following day, Lila woke up to find the bed empty of Kell. His side of the bed was made – it was so like him, ugh – and she couldn’t see his coat anywhere. She rubbed her eyes and got out of bed. Today she also had something to do because of the royal event Rhy, king Rhy, had organized for the city. She didn’t have to go far from the palace at all, and it bothered her. She wanted to do more things, but after the situation with the shadow king had settled down, Red London was as normal as always. And the ball was proof of its return to mundanity, to ordinary life. Lila thought that had she not met Kell, she would have probably been lost, always looking for an adventure. Which wasn’t wrong, but she craved for safety now, after she had tasted it for so long. And Kell gave her the stability she had never had. He gave her love, a family…

“Ugh, it’s too hot,” she protested. She had just had a sip of tea but it burnt her lips.

“Are you talking about me?” Alucard said from the doorway. He was in his morning attire, as nonchalant as ever. She noticed he had a box in his hands, and she frowned.

“You’re in a good mood, I see. Happy for the ball?”

He rolled his eyes and extended the mysterious box to her. “Let’s just say that as much as I love to be around people, I had something planned for our king –“

“Do not say it, I beg of you.” Lila interjected, raising her index finger to stop him from continuing. “And what’s this thing?”

“Don’t you see? It’s a pretty box with I don’t know what inside.”

She grabbed the box and put it on the table next to her, where her tea was cooling down. “It’s probably for Kell.”

Alucard shrugged, then pointed to a small envelope on it. “There’s your name over there, isn’t it?”

She snatched the envelope away before he could reach for it and realized it was true. She was about to open it when she glared at the captain.

“What? Do I need to leave?”

“What do you think?”

He sighed and turned his back, heading towards the door. “I’ve already read it, by the way. Your loverboy is sickly sweet, I was about to throw up my breakfast.”

“Alucard!” Lila screamed angrily, but he was already outside of the room. At least, she was alone with the yellow envelope. She finally dared to look at it and saw her name on the front written in an elegant and neat handwriting. Then she took the piece of paper folded inside and read.

Lila.

I am aware you hate this ball, but I will try to cheer you up still. In this box there is something for you. Maybe you will hate it, maybe you will like it. Do with it what you want. I’ll see you tonight.

- K

She threw the paper on the floor and opened the box in a hurry. Her suspicious were right, because the container held a beautiful dress made of red velvet. It was beautiful even folded, but what caught her attention more was the knife with the jade handle on the top of it. She touched the blade with affection, examined the way it was polished, clear. It was wonderful. She put the blade to her chest and grinned. Was this what being loved by someone meant? She thought so. And she couldn’t wait to show Kell that the feeling was mutual. Her excitement for this ball intensified a bit.

[dyavania]

Hey! I love your writing and I wanted to ask for a request with Alucard/ Black Reader who's a witch and after a small but heated argument they switch bodies it can be angsty and fluffy lol I know its werid request but I think it would be interesting!

Aaaand here you go! I don’t know if you had something specific in mind but I hope you’ll enjoy the result, this was very interesting to write!

“You’re here again.”

You jumped at the vampire’s voice, and turned around cautiously. Adrian Tepes, mostly known as Alucard, was staring at you, arms folded against his chest, and he didn’t seem too pleased to see you. You did your best to give a nonchalant shrug in reply. Never let them know you’re scared.

“What can I say, the security isn’t great.”

He frowned and you gave him a sugary smile, watching him carefully. Your hand was still on the book you had been reading, but you were ready to act, should you need to.

“I told you not to come here anymore.”

“You’re sitting on a basically endless well of knowledge,” you argued. “Knowledge I happen to need.”

“Knowledge on how to kill vampires. You can probably figure out why I’m not too keen on letting you roam around freely in the Belmont library.”

“You don’t need to worry about that. If you don’t come after me, I won’t come after you.”

He growled lowly, lips curling up to reveal his fangs, and you tensed. Fire was starting to burn under your skin, but you really hoped you wouldn’t have to use your magic. You were still learning how to use it, and there had already been a couple of unfortunate events. It didn’t help that you didn’t have a mentor. That was how the talent was taught, in your family, mother teaching daughter.

Only you weren’t with your mother. Still, you needed to make it home and judging your chances of survival pretty low with such limited powers, you had decided to find a way to learn. The stories about the Belmont library had been a blessing. You’d ignored the parts about the vampire guarding it — you just wanted to learn how to use your powers and, ideally, a location spell as well as a transportation spell. So you would finally be able to go home.

“Don’t do that,” you hissed.

Vampires. The ones who’d separated you from your mother had been vampires too. Wanted a witch. They’d overestimated your control over your powers — or perhaps underestimated them.

You’d burnt their castle to the ground.

“Then get out,” he ordered, taking a step towards you.

“I told you, I need to find out more!”

There was an edge of desperation in your voice, and he hesitated for a second, until something hardened in his eyes.

He didn’t give his help as easily as he once did.

“I said out,” he snarled, walking towards you threateningly.

You didn’t think. You screamed, throwing your hands in front of you, willing the power to get out of you. You didn’t want to kill him, but you also weren’t going to let him hurt you.

Lightning shot out of your hands, flying towards him at full speed, and then suddenly there was a sword in front of you, deflecting it. You winced at the sound of broken glass when it crashed into a cabinet, and you were about to apologize — yeah, you were the one who’d just shot it, but still — when smoke started invading the library. You heard him curse, and then he grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the exit. This time, you followed.

“This might be dangerous,” he said through gritted teeth. “Try not to breathe too much of it.”

You obeyed, rolling your eyes discreetly. Easy to say for a vampire perhaps, but you had no choice but to inhale some.

By the time you got to the lift, there was smoke everywhere and you couldn’t see anything. Coughing and choking, you only focused on his hand in yours as the platform started to move. You both ran out the second you were at the top, and there were long minutes while you tried to catch your breath. You were the first to do so, and you turned around, horribly embarrassed, to apologize.

And then you froze.

The girl who was facing you, the girl with the dark skin, with the black curls surrounding her face, she was familiar.

She was familiar because she was you.

When she looked up and you met her large, brown eyes, you saw them widen, and it was only then that you lifted your hand in front of you. You saw large hands, long fingers, white skin, nails that almost looked like claws — yours were always cut short. The girl — you — was doing the same, examining her much smaller, black hands, looking at her pale palms, and seemingly testing how sharp the nails were on the skin of her fingers.

“What did you do?” she asked, and it was your voice, but it didn’t sound right. The intonation was strangely even for you, and it seemed deeper than how you usually talked. She frowned at the sound.

“I didn’t do anything,” you protested, and this time it sounded somewhat like you, except that it was a man’s voice. Alucard’s voice.

“It has to be that smoke,” she — he — sighed, running his fingers through his hair in a gesture you would never have done. “Why would the Belmonts even have that?”

That question was far from your concerns for the moment.

“How do we undo it?” you asked, worried.

Alucard’s eyes met yours, and you saw worry shining in them.

Well. It looked like you were fucked.

The days that followed were strange ones. The two of you didn’t exactly discuss the situation, but you did tolerate each other. He begrudgingly offered you a room in the castle, presumably to be able to keep eyes on his body, and you took it gratefully. Outside of sleep, neither of you wasted a minute of your day. Virtually every second was spent looking for a solution.

Alucard seemed on edge whenever you were near. You’d never been that jumpy. Careful, sure, but not to that point though, as you realized slowly, he had to be confused by the loss of his senses. He turned out to be extremely sensitive. To everything, it seemed. Light, noises, smells… Everything was almost too much for you, and you could only imagine what it was like to have always had that and to suddenly lose it.

Still, you didn’t think it justified the way he acted around you.

“Hey, I’m not going to— eat you or something,” you finally told him. “I know vampires need blood, but it’s not like you make me… hungry or anything.”

Alucard sighed. He did that a lot, but you didn’t, and you often found yourself surprised by the movement. It didn’t seem like something your body did.

“That’s because I don’t drink blood.”

The intonation was another thing you just weren’t getting used to. He made everything sound so even, almost dull, and you were sure his voice was lower than how you usually spoke. He was probably feeling the same you about you, though.

“Then why are you so scared of me?”

He seemed conflicted for a second, before he put the book back in the shelf. He had to look up at you, and you realized how small he seemed to be. Well, you seemed to be. You assumed it could be perceived as threatening, but you had never been scared of him. You had always been able to lean on your powers.

“I’m… not,” he said slowly. “But humans have tried to kill me before. Humans who said they wanted to know more about killing vampires. Now, I wouldn’t be able to give you much trouble. Your body is not trained for fighting and I don’t know how to use your magic. You’re faster, stronger… It would be easy.”

Of course, you wouldn’t want to hurt your own body, but that wasn’t what you wanted to underline now. His tone now, the way he spoke… You knew how it felt. To be a prey for people who are stronger than you.

“I’m not a killer,” you said very softly. “I never had any intention of doing that to you.”

His lips curved into the saddest smile you’d ever seen.

“That’s exactly what you would say if you did intend to kill me.”

As you didn’t find anything, researches slowed down gradually. You weren’t even looking for your own spells anymore, though you had made a small pile of books that seemed interesting for that. You didn’t see yourself going home with that body, and you doubted Alucard wanted to be stuck with yours anyway.

So, on a particularly sunny day, you found yourself laying in the grass, eyes closed, just enjoying the sensations. Alucard’s body was very sensitive, and it could be annoying, but in such a moment, it was extremely pleasant. You stayed there for a long time, until a shadow was projected on your face.

When your eyes opened, you found him over you. Well, yourself, though the distinction was blurring. He was smiling, and the sight was pleasant, though unusual for him.

“You’re turning red,” he informed you.

You pushed yourself up and stretched. Moving your hands over the skin of your cheeks, you found it hot and a little painful, and you groaned in annoyance. It had happened before, but you disliked the sensation, and you disliked even more than you could only stay in the sun for such a short time before it happened.

One more reason why you couldn’t bring that body back home.

“What are you looking for?” he asked.

You shot him a surprised look.

“In the Belmont library. You keep putting books on the side.”

There was probably no harm in telling him now, after all.

“Localization and transportation spells,” you replied. “I’m trying to go back home.”

“You’re not from here.”

You shook your head, but didn’t expand on it.

“I’ll help you.”

“Really?”

Again with the sad smile.

“Really.”

You settled in a comfortable routine. You searched for spells and studied them, while still looking for informations on that mysterious smoke, but either the Belmonts themselves didn’t know anything about it, or it was really well hidden. After a week, you braided Alucard’s hair. He clearly didn’t know how to take care of it, and it was starting to worry you. It was your hair, technically, even if you were seriously starting to despair ever getting them back.

After you did that, Alucard insisted on brushing your hair, and you didn’t see a reason not to let him. He was extremely gentle, much more than you, and you found yourself really appreciating those moments.

The two of you started talking. At first, you were both keeping your cards close to your chest, but you finally relaxed. It wasn’t like there was much you could do anyway. Given the nature of your situation, it was probably better if you trusted each other. You both had something that was very, very precious for the other. Their body.

He asked you to call him Adrian, and you complied. Not only were you starting to understand him better, but he’d also told you about the history behind that name, and you could see why he didn’t want to be reminded of it anymore.

You got used to the vampiric speed and strength after a few incidents. The height was a lot more complicated though. You kept bumping into things, and it made you particularly thankful that everything was so big in the castle. Adrian often glared at you when you went at full speed through the library, or used it to surprise him, but the glare was quickly replaced by smiles and, soon enough, laughs.

It was nice, to hear him laugh, even if it was with your voice.

Adrian struggled with your magic, but he seemed to get it under control quickly, though he couldn’t quite use it. The only issues you ever had took place on the nights when he got nightmares. Since neither of you wanted to die in a fire, you worked out ways for him to make water, so he’d at least be able to put it out, if needed. He dismissed your attempts at talking about the nightmares, and you dropped it.

Then one day, as you were going down to the Belmont library after a nice meal he’d made for the two of you, the lift got stuck. Suddenly, you were both stuck mid-air, without a way out.

“I can probably jump high enough to get us out up there, but…” you started slowly, trying to work out a plan.

“…and I can probably get a gush of air to push us on the side, but…”

Adrian and you exchanged a glance. This meant trusting each other. Really trusting each other, as in, potentially putting your life in his hands.

As far as you were concerned, your decision was made.

You extended a hand to him, and he took it carefully, walking closer to you, until you could wrap an arm around his waist. When you did, you noticed him rubbing his nose, and that almost had you chuckling. You body didn’t blush like his, but when your face heated up, your nose always itched. You’d learned it was a tell-tale sign of your embarrassment, and you knew how to fight it, but he apparently didn’t.

“Ready?”

He nodded, and you jumped.

Not high enough.

You landed back on the platform, which let out a loud, worrying crack, and you knew immediately that you wouldn’t have a second chance.

“(Y/N), quick—!”

You pushed the two of you back up almost desperately. This time, you made it out of the hole, and a gush of wind pushed you to the side. It was way too strong, and you vaguely heard Adrian curse and apologize. You wrapped yourself around him as best as you could, doing your best to protect him while you two landed harshly, rolling on the ground.

When you managed to lift your eyelids, a few tears of pain spilling out, you were met with pale golden eyes, and it took you a second to understand. Adrian, laying under you, seemed just as surprised. His mouth opened, and he lifted a careful hand to touch your face. His claws were clean cut, thanks to you.

His fingers traced your lips, and you found yourself swallowing.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, and you didn’t know about that, but the smile that appeared on his face as he said that was simply breathtaking.

The two of you pushed yourselves up, and you dusted your dress quickly. Your face was burning up, your heart was hammering in your chest and, of course, your nose was itching.

“It’s… going to take a while before I fix the lift, I’m afraid,” Adrian said, clearing his throat, and finally, his voice was right. You liked how it sounded when he spoke. “Your researches will probably have to wait.”

You nodded.

“That’s— That’s okay. I can wait.”

You wanted to go home, of course, but you’d gotten used to his presence and, somehow, you were in no hurry to leave now.

Judging by the way he looked at you, the way he took your hand in his and pressed a gentle kiss on your knuckles, it seemed like he didn’t want to see you go either.

[cynicaldesire]

So what are your thoughts on season 4? Lay them on me!

My husband and I binged the entire Season 4 over the course of the weekend. We watched 6 episodes, then the last 4. We had a lot of feelings on it for a lot of reasons, mostly because I’m a writer, my husband is an artist, and we’re both critics because we have created work in the past.

My husband’s final rating was 6/10, wouldn’t watch it again but he wanted to give credit to the animators and staff that worked on it. I said I would give it a 4/10. It was so... disappointing. I’m gonna go on a bunch of rants about why I was displeased, so if you want to maintain your positive experience, you don’t have to continue.

So, before I get into the writing, I just want to point out that the sound design, music, and voice acting were all either poorly mixed because of COVID in-home booths or just shitty. The music didn’t pop off with any homages to actual game music and I couldn’t hear it most of the time. The voice acting of most of the cast was pretty great, but I hate Alucard’s voice. The murmuring breathy whispers of most of the cast is just annoying to me, but that’s a personal preference, I know. But a lot of other things didn’t have proper weight or punch to match what was happening.

The animation was also wildly inconsistent. My husband pointed out, again, COVID, so the animators were all probably working from home on deadlines and the Art Director, the guy meant to keep all the art on-model and consistent, probably wasn’t available to check work and send it back to the animators for changes. Or, there wasn’t sufficient time between when the animators sent there work in for changes to be requested. Don’t get me wrong, like with the voice cast, some of the animation was fucking sick, but it was just weighed down by all the poorly masked 3D shortcuts or off-model art.

(One of the things I kept thinking of when gore would happen was the Mortal Kombat devs that got PTSD from having to look at images of gore for the Fatalities. And I was like this isn’t worth all that. Fuck.)

Greta was fine, but she seemed flat. I’ve made her character before and been disappointed in how cool and nonchalant she is. She seems to be too good and relaxed at everything going on. That might’ve been the voice actor, but honestly? She fell flat for me. I didn’t not like her, she just didn’t feel very... well written? Like I said, she reminded me very much of a character I would make at first pass. And while I don’t mind or disagree with the choice to make her a love interest or even a close friend of Alucard, there was not enough buildup for it. Probably because she felt so flat to me.

Overall, on the writing front, I will say that it felt very... first draft. Like no one had an opportunity to look it over and say “Maybe don’t give Saint Germain’s whole motivation and backstory in episode 3?” Or not telegraphing the Death inclusion, or like... There’s so much that was just so poorly handled to me. There’s so many ways I personally would have done it differently or how it could’ve been handled better. There were so many characters that just stated their motivations and repeated them over and over again.

Isaac: ends last season hating humanity and having no reason to challenge that belief. Hates Hector for betraying Dracula. Full of hate and rage. This season: Opens with all his Night Creatures repairing a city, earing berries, and completely at peace with his past and his life. Flyseyes is there for ONE scene and never heard from again. And Isaac literally goes from that to invading Carmilla’s castle to DISAPPEARING. WHY?

The sequence with Isaac invading Carmilla’s castle was hilarious, too. Who the fuck is the hot demon? Some demon from the Wiki. Whomst were the fuckin human blokes with crossbows? Literally just human blokes with crossbows that they hired from a town somewhere else because apparently they didn’t have enough forces??????? The ring Hector ends up cutting off is never actually shown to force him to do something against his will? The fucking slave ring is also openly displayed in a bunch of other places and never utilized. It’s a useless McGuffin.

Carmilla descended into madness, or progressed through her logical steps violently due to solitude? And then when Lenore asks her what her motivations are, Carmilla tries to be coy and not answer the question so they end up having the same dialogue like 4 times? Lenore is somehow SURPRISED? Like, all of these people were human at some point, and that shit is never addressed, or if it is, it’s not remembered.

Hector was also here. He made a night creature, helped Isaac kill Carmilla - why did she explode so violently? - and then chilled in the castle the rest of the time. Like, nothing bad happened to him other than his finger. Which, show his hand every time he’s on screen, remind the audience of his injury. Isn’t it cool and edgy and shocking?

Saint Germain being just a shitty carnal entity was boring. He had a girlfriend he wanted to save so he could get laid, SNORE. When they showed her, she looked like Maria from Symphony of the Night, which has an ending that heavily implies her and Alucard hook up, so I was irritated that they coopted her appearance for this woman with no speaking lines that led Saint Germain to the Infinite Corridor.

Like, everything around Saint Germain’s story was pretty cool. If they hadn’t shown up literally in episode 3 through a sudden flashback his story and his motivations and also he’s the villain, the mystery of what he was doing was interesting. And for it to all just be told to us upfront? And then he just fucking died?

I had no fucks to give for Varney/Death. Death is not mentioned at any point before this season, he shows up seemingly randomly at the end as the Big Bad, and he’s just a big skeleton asshole. Ratko was at least a little interesting, but also wtf was he there for?

I also didn’t much care for Zamfir. I felt like there should’ve been two characters in her place. If one of them was crazy and the other was following their orders without knowing they were crazy? Cool. If she was crazy and didn’t ACKNOWLEDGE she was crazy? Better than what we got. The knights and the Underground Court and all the shit with Targoviste? Boring. Because, specifically, it demands a lot of suspension of disbelief that I didn’t have at that point.

Who the fuck was Dragan? What were all the monsters attacking the castle? Awful convenient for Alucard to have a shield now. He also had a bunch of skill from the SotN game, like the wolf form and the winged cape. Why did that one vampire have big bat wings and never again? Why did Varney call like literally everybody on the mirror phones? Why did he know to do that? Why did Saint Germain know him? WHERE DID TREVOR GET THE OTHER WHIP?

Trevor and Sypha were honestly probably the best handled. Sypha was herself but bigger and stressed. Trevor was also very tired and still a monster hunter. My husband was very happy with the “We’re just two sides of the same coin” philosophy Trevor had with Death, like Geralt feeling like a monster because he’s a Witcher. The idea that they aren’t exactly human and cause so much death but to the monsters. He wanted that explored. I was too busy being frustrated at the huge flashy animation fight to even remember that Trevor had said anything like that.

The magical weapons in Targoviste were cool plot devices. Much like with Varney and the mirrors and so many other things, it felt like they were there because the plot demanded it, not because there was some natural story for it outside of when Trevor and Sypha showed up.

But the single most disappointing thing was Vlad and Lisa living at the end. They didn’t want to see Alucard, absolute shit move regardless of their reasoning. The fact that they still went by Vlad and Lisa Tepes was bound to get back to Alucard somehow. And I... Being in Japan and engaging with a lot of Japanese media, I understand the way they use God is similar to the way they use Spirits, or Kami or something. God being used by a Western author makes it so wildly different. But I’m also... pretty against the idea of God in general, so the whole idea that “God” said Dracula and Lisa deserved a second chance is boring. Like, there’s so much wrong with this ending. It was only there for the shippers, probably.

Anyway. 4/10, wouldn’t watch again.

[ragingbookdragon]

To Challenge The Flow Of Fate PT. 2

An Adrian Tepes (Alucard) x Reader Story

Warnings: Explicit Language, Mentions of Violence Author’s Note: Since this is my hyperfixation ATM, Castlevania is all y’all are getting rn. So, have fun! -Thorne

She squinted as she stared into the clear sky. Most of the damage around the Speaker house had already been cleaned out, but the scent of the dead still remained, hanging in the air. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, careful to not move too much from her position. Trevor hadn’t been overly fond of leaving her alone with the vampire, and she had to admit, that on some level, standing with her back to him didn’t exactly bring fondness to her either. However, he was a warrior, and his swear to not kill them counted enough for her to trust it. The two hadn’t spoken since they’d left the crypt, but when he finally started to speak, it wasn’t to her. His voice was so quiet that she had to strain to hear him, and she held her breath, determined not to make a sound. “Alucard, they called me. The opposite of you.” He shifted, and the sound of scratching reached her ears. “Mother never liked that. Did you know that? She hated to idea that I might define myself by you…even in opposition to you. She loved us both. Enough that she wanted us to be our own people. Living our own lives. Making our own choices.” She drew her gaze from the sky to the ground, her own memories clouding her mind.

           “Mistress (Y/N), are you paying attention?” Her eyes darted from the window to the older man standing in front of her.

           “Not if I can help it Alders.” He frowned and placed the parchment down on her desk.

           “Then help it. You need to learn how to distinguish this monster from-” (Y/N) frowned, voice nonchalant as she cut him off.

           “Striga’s are distinguishable by their agility, strength, and the way they move as well as they look. All fours and gray skin. They sleep in crypts during the day, hunt at night, are resistant to steel but susceptible to silver.” She leaned forward, glaring at the scholar. “Have I missed anything?” He raised a white eyebrow and asked,

           “How do you kill one?” (Y/N) looked down at the parchment and murmured,

           “If you can keep the Striga from returning to her crypt by the third crowing of the rooster, she will turn to a human again.” The old man sighed, dragging a hand down his face.

           “Mistress (Y/N), you are apart of the Belmont family. It is your duty to kill monsters, not cure them. How would a something like that be capable of functioning after a life of being a monstrosity?” She glanced out the window, watching her brother fence with his trainer and whispered,

           “Probably the same way we’ve survived being murderers.”

           A sharp stab brought her back to reality, and she tipped her head to the side, listening to Adrian murmur, “And so here I am. Choosing to honor my mother by killing my father. No longer Adrian Tepes. Choosing to be Alucard of Wallachia, the name of my mother’s people. I’m sorry mother.” (Y/N) frowned at how heartbroken he sounded but wiped the look from her face as she saw Sypha and Trevor approaching. She nodded at them, flashing Sypha a sad smile. “And so, we begin again.” The two entered the house, and Sypha stepped forward asking,

           “So, how do we proceed?” Adrian glanced back at them.

           “Have the Speakers left?” Trevor nodded.

           “Yeah.”

           “I’m sorry,” He offered the Magician. “In success, you will see them again soon, in far happier circumstances.” At that, Sypha glared at Trevor, gesturing to the vampire.

           “See? He knows how to be nice.” She paused a moment. “Is it true, then? The castle can travel somehow? We know the stories, but sometimes it’s hard to separate myth from truth.” (Y/N) watched her brother bend over and open a box, beginning to rummage through it.

           “Tell her about Dracula’s castle, Alucard. Her day can’t get any more ruined.” Adrian looked passed them for a moment.

           “Dracula’s castle moves. How to describe it? It travels without moving. It appears at locations as if…well, as if my magic.” (Y/N) almost let out a laugh as Trevor picked up a broken bottle, but kept quiet as Sypha said,

           “There has to be some way to trap it. How do we start?” Trevor frowned and muttered,

           “I want to go home.”

           “Have you been drinking again?” Trevor glanced over his shoulder.

           “Some chance. But no. I want to go home. The old Belmont estate.” This caught (Y/N)’s attention and she stared at him as Adrian countered,

           “I was under the impression it was destroyed. Villagers, pitchforks, and torches, that sort of thing.” Both (Y/N) and Trevor’s faces drew dark.

           “It was. But the value of the old house wasn’t the house itself. It was-” (Y/N) cut him off.

           “The Belmont Hold.” Trevor glanced at her and nodded.

           “The family library and trove.” Adrian blinked, but then nodded.

           “The collected knowledge and material of generations of Belmont’s who fought the creatures of the night.” His golden eyes narrowed, and his tone took on a hint of intrigue. “That sounds interesting. If it survives…” Her brother raised his hands.

           “If there are solutions to the problems of finding and killing Dracula, they are in the Hold.” The vampire crossed his arms, turning his gaze to Trevor.

           “You’re guessing, though.” (Y/N) turned around, looking at the three.

           “He is guessing. Trevor can’t read or understand magic, but our family stored everything they found, books of magic, potions, weapons, and whatever other weird shit they came across.” Trevor nodded and she added, “He can’t do anything with it. But we three can.” For a moment, no one said anything, then Adrian quipped,

           “Fortunate indeed, then, that I choose not to kill and eat you two Belmont’s.” (Y/N) snorted unwilling to take the bait, but Trevor couldn’t resist it as he glowered at the vampire.

           “And that I decided against gutting you, flaying you, and,” Trevor bent over, motioning to his foot, “turning you into shoes, Alucard.” Sypha sighed, turning to leave.

           “Such a merry band we are. I will find us a covered wagon and horses, if you two can manage not to kill each other while I’m gone.” Adrian scoffed.

           “Oh please. We’re not children.” Sypha glanced at them over her shoulder with a look of doubt before turning to (Y/N).

           “Please keep them from killing each other.” She walked off as (Y/N) raised her arms in the air.

           “Wait! I am not playing mediator for these morons!” The Speaker simply waved a hand back at her and she sighed, propping up against the wall as Trevor muttered,

           “Eat shit and die.”

           “Yes, fuck you.” The two began chuckling as (Y/N) groaned, and after a moment of silence, Adrian questioned,

           “Do you two really believe we could find the tools to kill my father at your old home?” Neither sibling said a word until Trevor responded,

           “I’ll be honest with you…I don’t have a better idea. I just know that right here, right now, we are under-equipped for the job.”

           “And you, (Y/N)?” She looked at Adrian, her shadow obscuring his face; she shrugged and stated,

           “Trev’s right. None of us are equipped to fight Dracula and whatever horde he’s got in his castle. The hold has armors and weapons we can use, and knowledge we can learn.” She met his eyes. “We need into that hold if we want to win this.” Adrian went quiet for a moment, then nodded, looking between them.

           “I’m trusting you two Belmont’s. Don’t make me regret it.” Trevor scoffed, but kept silent, and (Y/N) announced,

           “A horrible decision really. You’re stuck with the two most annoying people in the world.” She caught sight of the smirk that played Adrian’s lips, and reminded, “It won’t take Sypha long to get the horses and wagon, and since it’s still midafternoon, we should probably wait for sundown to leave.” Her brother studied and asked,

           “Why?” Her eyes narrowed into a glare and she deadpanned,

           “Hmm, I don’t know Trevor. Maybe it’s because we’re traveling with a child of the night? Who can burst into flames if he steps into the sun? You know, what happens during the day? The sun is up. It would be counterproductive to kill the only one who could actually kill Dracula.” Her brother’s face pinched and he muttered,

           “I could kill Dracula.” Adrian and (Y/N) both glared at Trevor and retorted,

           “No, you can’t.” The two looked back at one another and laughed, then Adrian asked,

           “Is that why you’ve been standing there the entire time? To shield me from the sun?” (Y/N) nodded, but went still as he stood, walking over to her. He stopped and gazed at her as she stared in shock.

           “You can…you can walk in the sunlight?” He nodded and thanked,

           “Despite the fact that you didn’t need to, I appreciate you thinking of my safety.” When she didn’t respond, Trevor leaned over to look at her and barked a laugh.

           “Good job vampire. You’ve pissed her off.” Adrian barely had time to mutter, ‘what?’ before (Y/N) set into him, an annoyed look on her face.

           “You mean to tell me that I woke up at the ass crack of dawn, got into a position where I could block the sun from hitting you, only to find out like nine hours later that you can be in the sun?” She leaned forward. “It didn’t occur to you to mention that earlier?” Adrian blinked at her before shrugging.

           “You didn’t say what you were doing.” (Y/N) could feel her eye twitch as she took a step closer.

           “You didn’t think to ask me? Do I look like the type of person who stands around looking like a jackass?” Adrian opened his mouth, but she pointed her finger in his face and threatened, “That was rhetorical, and I swear to god if you answer that I will shove your head up his ass.” She ended the threat by pointing at Trevor who raised his hands defensively.

           “Oi, don’t drag me into this. I didn’t do anything wrong.” She ignored him, turning away from the two, and griped,

           “I can’t believe I skipped out on valuable sleep to shield a vampire that can walk during the day.” (Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest, tapping her foot impatiently when a hand rested on her shoulder; she looked over to see Adrian smiling at her.

           “Thank you (Y/N). Your concern is greatly appreciated. Truly.” (Y/N) swallowed thickly before clearing her throat, waving him off.

           “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” She pointed towards the way Sypha went off. “I’m going to check on Sypha and see if she needs help. Don’t kill one another while I’m gone.” The two men nodded as she left, then a moment later, Trevor warned,

           “Don’t touch my sister Alucard.” He turned around and scowled at him.

           “What are you her father?”

           “I will kick your ass.”

           “As if you could.”

Some Time Later:

           The fire snapped and popped as (Y/N) dropped another log into it before moving back to her spot between Adrian and Trevor. “I’m still not completely clear on why you don’t catch fire in the daylight.” Sypha’s words drew their attention to Adrian.

           “I am half-human.” He looked away from them as if remembering something important. “My mother’s name was Lisa, and she was mortal.” The speaker let out a laugh.

           “I would very much like to hear the story of how that happened.” Adrian chuckled softly and explained,

           “She actually showed up at his front door. She found the castle and banged the door with the pommel of her knife.” Sypha smiled.

           “She sounds interesting!” The vampire nodded, smiling faintly.

           “Oh, she was remarkable. She beat on the door until my father let her in, and then demanded he teach her how to be a doctor.” With the revelation, Trevor sat up and wondered,

           “Wait, Dracula taught a human woman how to be a doctor?” He scoffed. “What was first? Blood-letting?” Her brother broke into laughter, and (Y/N) reached over, socking him in the arm.

           “Would it kill you to not be a shithead for once?” Trevor stuck his tongue out at her, but she rolled her eyes, gesturing for Adrian to continue.

           “My father-” He was cut off as Trevor included, ‘Dracula’, but kept going. “is a man of science, a philosopher, a scholar, and knows things our society have forgotten three times over. Do you still not understand the enormity of what we’re doing?” Adrian turned his gaze to the fire. “He’s gone mad. And from that, there is no recovering him.” Trevor rolled his eyes and muttered,

           “Shame.” (Y/N) reached over socking him again, and he pulled away from her rubbing his arm, but Adrian nodded.

           “It’s a tragedy. He’s a repository of centuries of learning. He could’ve changed the world. I think he might have, if mother hadn’t died. She’d sent him out into the world. And that’s why he wasn’t there when the bishops took her.” (Y/N)’s lips pulled down and she whispered,

           “Oh god…they burned her at the stake…” Adrian didn’t respond, but she knew the silence was her answer.

           “She sent him away?” Adrian glanced over at Sypha and nodded.

           “She sent him to…travel. To learn the true state of the world, the true nature of humans and how they live.”

           “She was turning him.”

           “Imagine if he could have aimed all that knowledge at improving lives. If the religious inquisition hadn’t proved true all of his worst instincts about humans.” Trevor, who’d been silent up until that point, interjected.

           “And now he’s going to use her death as an excuse to destroy the world.” The vampire huffed, gazing away.

           “Oh, the world will still be here, Belmont. Trees will still grow, birds will still sing, animals will still hump away in the undergrowth. But you won’t be here Belmont.” He glanced at Sypha. “You won’t be here.” Finally, he turned his gaze to (Y/N). “And neither will you.” He paused. “The sun will still set, but you will not see it rise. There will only be Dracula, and his war council, and the hordes of the night. He writes in great books, you know. He hews the covers himself from oak, and wraps them in the preserved skin of the people who he hated most. And he writes plans. I’ve seen them. Ideas for darkening clouds and making them as permanent in the air as the frost of the north. Create strange flying machines that pull shrouds across the sky to block out the sun. Imagine it. A world without humans, under endless invented night. And Dracula in his castle, his revenge so horribly complete that there is nothing left to do but look out over a world without art or memory or laughter and know that he did his work well. That he did it all for love.” The silence was heavy and the atmosphere so awkward around them, that no one seemed to be able to break it until Trevor said,

           “He needs a hobby.” (Y/N) nodded, not even upset at his disregard. They fell silent once more, then a moment later, low growling sounded from a distance followed by rustling branches. Trevor looked at (Y/N). “Did you hear that?” She nodded, but Adrian simply waved a hand.

           “Animals humping in the undergrowth.” The growling seemed to spread, and (Y/N) reached beside her, pulling the silver sword from its sheath, and rose.

           “It’s not animals. I sense darkness.” She looked down at them. “Get up. Get up now and get ready.” Her brother kicked the fire out and looked at them.

           “Which is the nearest town? Is it still Gresit?” Sypha shook her head.

           “Arges is closer to us.” The snarling became louder, and (Y/N) turned, staring into the distance.

           “I can’t see them, but I can hear their steps. There’s at least twelve out there.” She looked at Trevor. “Go high, Adrian, you hit them head on, and Sypha…well, you do what you do best.” The three nodded, and (Y/N) turned, moving towards the trees.

           “What is she doing?” Trevor waved off Sypha’s question as he moved to the tree.

           “Don’t worry about her.”

           Minutes later, the three stood amidst the destruction. Adrian peered at the damage. “(Y/N) said there was twelve. I count eleven.” A dark snarl echoed in their ears and they turned, seeing a bigger beast moving towards them, it’s teeth and claws sharp and glinting in the moonlight. Trevor pulled out his whip, beginning to twirl it as the beast hurdled towards them.

           “There’s the twelfth one.” The three readied themselves when a silver chain shot out through the air, wrapping around the beast’s stomach. It recoiled, screeching as the chain burned into its skin. A figure appeared from the side and darted towards it, a longsword gleaming along with it. The figure wrapped their arm in the chain and pulled with such strength, that the creature slammed into the ground. Not wasting a second, the figure leaped to the creature’s backside, climbing up its shoulders. The beast raised its arms, but it was too late as the figure brought the longsword down in a large arc.

A moment later, the beast’s head dropped to the ground, and its body went limp. The figure jumped off and yanked the chain back, watching it recede into the handle before moving towards the trio. Trevor eyed the handle in their hands and quipped, “You know, I forgot that you had that, and I’m still jealous of it (Y/N).” She grinned at him, tucking the tool back into her belt.

           “Then you can stay jealous, because it’s mine.” She looked at the other bodies around them. “Sorry I wasn’t here to help you fight these ones.” (Y/N) nodded at the one she’d killed. “I sensed that one lagging behind, so I went to get ready for it.” She glanced back at them. “Is anyone hurt?” They shook their heads, and she moved past them. “Then we need to get moving. If he’s sending parties this far, chances are we’ll encounter more on the way, and we still have another day until we reach the estate.” Sypha followed after her, but Adrian nor Trevor moved.

           “You sister is powerful.” Trevor side eyed the vampire and nodded.

           “She is…she’s the most powerful person I’ve ever seen.” Adrian gazed at (Y/N)’s back and murmured,

           “She really would’ve cut my head off if I hadn’t stood down.”

           “Probably cut your cock off too.” The vampire turned to the brother who snorted at him. “I’m joking…mostly.” He coiled the whip around his arm and began walking off, leaving Adrian alone. The vampire gazed at the beast before turning away, heading to the wagon.

[thesweetestpoison]

Who's the most willing/the fastest to kill?

1: Owen- He’s not nearly as inhumane as Aria, but he’s a lot more nonchalant about it. He’s very quick and efficient. On most days, he simply views it as necessary; this person is a nuisance getting in the way of his relationship with you. On the rare occasion he’s more lucid, though, he draws it out- because when he’s lucid, he isn’t held back by the idea that this person wasn’t anything more than a nuisance. He doesn’t have a preferred weapon, and tends to use whatever is around. Suffocation is for people who are particularly bothersome.

2: Aria-  As far as she’s concerned, the people who go beyond the boundaries she’s set for you aren’t worth the air they breath, nor the waste of breath talking them into leaving you alone would be. So, she kills them; it’s... much more drawn out than anyone else’s kills. First, she has to ‘punish’ them for getting to close to you- or whatever they may have done. She usually uses a scalpel for this. After she thinks they’ve had enough, which tends to take a while, she kills them and begins her ‘operation’.

3: Elijah- If pushing someone away and trying to get closer to you doesn’t work, then his next option is murder. His preferred ‘weapon’ is poison, but in the case he can’t find a way to administer it, a knife will always do. He tends to get a little sadistic if he has to go with the knife- just letting out a bit of extra tension, you know? His favorite thing to do is let them bleed out, but it requires quite a bit of cleaning up, a very isolated location, and a lot of time when he does so.

4: Ashe- While it’s certainly not their first option, they revel in it- killing for you, that is. They know it’s wrong, and you wouldn’t like it, but it feels like an act of devotion. Plus, they’re getting rid of a problem; why wouldn’t they be at least a little happy? Their preferred weapon is a knife- they like getting up close and personal. If you get sad over this person’s death, the guilt they feel is horrendously painful. Guilt for making you sad. Not the murder.

5: Lauren-  They rarely even need to kill anybody, since they usually have control of the situation. If they did, though, it’d be because you tried to get help, or somebody else got to close to you- probably one of his ‘friends’. Poison is their friend, here. They just have to slip something poisonous, and preferably undetectable, into someones food or drink, and then it’s only a matter of time. Working at the cafe makes it all the easier if their victim happens to stop by.

6: Emery- She looks for any other potential solution first. She’d rather not risk going to jail, both because it’d be an inconvenience and because she wouldn’t be able to watch over you if she did. However, if she had to kill someone, she’d do some pretty extensive planning. The place, the time, the weapon- everything. She makes sure to knock them out first, to avoid any unnecessary struggling, then kills them; this usually entails gagging them and slitting their throat.

7: Alucard- All things considered, there’s very few times where you could provoke him into killing someone- especially since his main move if something goes wrong is to kidnap you. One thing that can provoke him, though, is when somebody gets touchy with you- especially if you’re upset with it. He’s... surprisingly brutal. First he ties them up, then he gags them, then he beats them to death. It’s messy, but he’s good enough at cleaning that it doesn’t matter too much.

[ma-ri-yana]

Wanderlust

A/n: wow, two posts in one day? Who am I? Word Count: 3400

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Marisol cleared her throat and swallowed her spit, shuddering at the disgusting after-taste her vomit left behind and flashing a small smile when she delivered her next line, “I’m better than ever.”

Aurora scoffed, “yeah, whatever.” She crossed her arms, “don’t you have something to say to me?”

“To you? No, not really.” She shrugged as she bent down to pick up her bucket of sick from the floor.

If Aurora weren’t already enraged before, she was definitely furious now. She clenched her fist and spoke through her teeth, “no? Nothing at all?”

Marisol shook her head and repeated what she said moments before, “no, not really.” The moment she finished speaking, her stomach acid shot back up and out of her mouth and into the bucket her hands desperately clung to. She could tell her twin didn’t like her nonchalant response, but for some odd reason, she couldn’t bring herself to care at all; considering there were more pressing matters occurring right outside of her room that she couldn’t attend to, as well as her own issues occurring within herself at that very moment.

When she finished she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked up to find that Aurora had moved from the doorway. Had moved from the doorway to stand right in front of her, towering over her sister. With one swift movement, her fist met the girl’s chin, knocking Marisol back and causing her to accidentally bite her tongue.

“Ow?! That hurt, athhole!” Mari yelled, she slurred her words as she waited for her tongue to heal itself while she rubbed her jaw.

All Rory said was, “good,” before she made an attempt to grab her by the hair. Marisol used her foot to trip her younger sister. As her sibling fell down, she grabbed a candlestick, got on top of her and landed some blows to the face with it. As a result of that, some of Aurora’s teeth were knocked out, “you bith,” she coughed, finding it a bit difficult to articulate her words.

“Yhanks.”

Aurora growled and sucked in a breath, the feeling of her teeth growing back into place hurt like hell. After she finished teething, she pushed her sister off and stood back up, kicking her while she was still down. Twice in the throat, once in the face. Then, she picked her up by the hair and threw her out the window, jumping out right after her. Marisol made attempts in grabbing something to hold onto and stop the fall out of habit, momentarily forgetting she was a vampire. Aurora pressed her arms to her sides and closed her legs to catch up. With one swift punch, Marisol was sent crashing down the forest, Rory flying in pursuit.

Once they landed, the younger dhampir started landing blows on her sister again, using her telekinetic powers to throw rocks and dirt at her while she did so. Marisol wasn’t willing to lie down and die now; she had long changed her mind about her plans.

“Mari,” Aurora called, her voice oddly soft considering the circumstances. “Stop fighting back,” her voice shook and cracked, “you’re making it harder for me to give you what you want.”

“And just want do you think I want?”

“You want to die, and you want to take me down with you.”

Marisol’s eyebrows knitted together, “no.”

Aurora sighed, and looked up at Marisol; who looked right back at her. The eldest twin hadn’t really noticed it until she looked, but Rory’s eyes were red, the surrounding skin was puffy and her lips were quivering. This was the first time that she’d seen the girl cry without having any clue how to cheer her up. “I can’t believe, even now, you’re denying it when there’s no need to.” Rory’s pale right hand clung onto something on the left side of her shorts’ waistband. Between the hand and the yellow crop top that covered it, Marisol couldn’t see what the damned thing was until her younger sister pulled it out and held it up in all its shaking glory, thanks to the girl’s nervous hand. “It’s okay, though… I made my peace with this months ago…” The object in her hand was a wooden stake. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was happening. “You’ve dug your grave, now it’s time to lie in it.”

“Ror–”

Aurora swung and missed; her stinging eyes and gathering tears didn’t let her see clearly. She tried again, and again, and again, and again; sometimes missing, other times managing to stab her in the shoulder, or her breast. Not quite reaching her heart. Marisol tried as hard as she could to get away but when she tried to make a run for it, she realised she was blocked in with a barrier spell. So when leaving didn’t work, she switched tactics and made attempts at stealing the stick. The woman tackled her attacker onto the ground. They scuffled, each of them fighting to get on top of the other. It was the younger one that ended up on top when Marisol begged for her life. “It’s either you or me. If I let you live, you’ll just kill me and everyone I love, and then you’ll kill yourself anyway. I’m okay with dying, but I won’t let you kill my friends.”

“I won’t.”

“Somehow, I still don’t believe you.”

“I– RORY!”

Aurora had made an attempt to plunge the stake into her heart but was stopped when Marisol’s hands caught hold of hers. They fought each other for the object. One gaining the upper hand on the other before falling back again. “Please don’t kill me.” Marisol begged, gaining no sympathy from her current attacker. Her little sister wasn’t going to double down. That was something she just couldn’t let herself do. Too bad Marisol wasn’t planning on backing off, either. The moment the stake landed back in her hands, she stabbed her sister in the chest.

Rory gasped, taking in a sharp breath before she collapsed on top of her sister. Her icy blue orbs and the white that surrounded them turned pink with tears flowed out of her eye sockets. Marisol’s eyes stung as tears escaped her own eyes. She sniffled, the tears coming out quicker and quicker as the seconds passed. “Rory?” She called, not bothering to move the girl’s body off her. When she didn’t get a response, she called again. And again. And again. And again.

And the sun rose. Marisol held her sister, the girl who wasn’t breathing, in her arms. The tears that fell down her face were now dried, she could still feel them there, the clear streaks that fell down her cheeks. She cleared her throat, “it’s time to head back,” she said to no one in particular. Carefully, she cradled Aurora’s body in her arms and stood up, carrying her sister back to the castle with her.

Having been stuck outside with her sister under unfortunate circumstances, there was no way for her to know for sure who one the war. But, given those unfortunate circumstances, she couldn’t care less what the results were, she just wanted to get back, bury her sister, and crawl into a hole and die. The walk back to the castle felt long and dreadful. And when she got to the castle, it was no better. She opened the gigantic doors to the building silently. No words were needed for everyone in the vicinity to understand what had happened. Aurora was dead. Sypha, Trevor, and Alucard were joking around before she arrived; the dhampir had been showing good face before he looked over and saw the love of his life, dead in his sister’s arms. It took all of his energy not to collapse onto the floor below him. He felt as if he were dying the most painful and slow death imaginable.

Sypha was the first to break the silence, “i-is she dead?”

Marisol choked up, that was enough of an answer for them.

Trevor sighed in defeat, “I can’t believe this shit.”

“You,” Alucard looked at his lover’s twin. “You did this. You killed her. This is all your fucking fault.” He made his way over to her and took Rory’s body out of her arms. “Why did you have to be the one to live?”

Marisol teared up, “I’m sorry.”

“Yes, right, well. Saying sorry won’t bring her back, will it.”

Sypha reached out and touched his shoulder, “Alucard, she’s her sister.” “What does blood have to do with it? She’s the reason Aurora… Aurora’s gone.”

Marisol let out a pained scream, her hand immediately flew to her stomach. The stinging pain she felt was enough to distract her from keeping the cloaking spell on, revealing her giant belly. And the water that stained her pants made it very clear that this baby was coming out right then and there. “You’re having a baby?” Trevor questioned.

“No shit!” Marisol groaned, “I’m gonna go.” She said through clenched teeth, turning toward the main doors of the castle.

“No, the forest is no place to have a child, come with me. I happen to have some experience with childbirth.” Sypha said in her ‘matter-of-fact’ tone of voice. Under normal circumstances, Marisol would’ve rejected the help; however, she was in no position to so, therefore she didn’t bother arguing. As she walked away, she looked at her dead sister and her mourning boyfriend. Sypha called Trevor, asking for his assistance, leaving the poor dhampir by himself with a corpse. Or so he thought. Holding her tightly in his arms, he cried and cried and cried, and he continuously expressed just how sorry he was about her passing and how upset he was about it being her.

Aurora’s eyelids moved as her eyes shifted behind. Slowly, she opened her eyes and groaned, “it’s too damn bright in here. Can someone turn the lights down? Goddamn.”

Adrian’s eyes opened wide, he was in disbelief, and quite frightened. He was afraid he’d been going mad like his father. It was only when Trevor had stepped out momentarily to complain about how 'crazy shit was’ in the other room, that Alucard realised she was really alive and that he wasn’t hallucinating.

The male dhampir hugged Aurora tightly, “um… Al? Can you like, let go. I can’t breathe.”

“Right, sorry,” he quickly dropped his arms.

“Do we even need to breathe though, we’re half-dead? I mean, then again, we’re half-alive, so do we need to breathe half the amount of oxygen as normal humans do?”

“It’s nice to see you haven’t changed at all,” Trevor rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance. But he was happy she was alive, very happy. She was like a younger sister to her.

“Dafuq do you mean by that?”

“Aurora, do you not realise you died?”

“I’m sure I didn’t die.”

“You died.” He repeated dryly.

“Then how am I still here? Don’t vampire bodies turn to ash once they die?”

“Well, for one, you’re not a full vampire. Secondly, you’re half-witch, meaning your family could’ve cooked up some of their special witchy woo to preserve your body should you die so you could wake up whenever and wreak havoc on humanity.”

“Okay, Treffy. Whatever you say,” Aurora said dismissively.

“'Treffy’?” Trevor repeated, taking a few seconds to process the fact that the girl had heard the conversation he had with Sypha long ago. “Oh you nosy bitch, you were listening in on our conversation?”

“No duh.”

“Under normal circumstances, I’d beat your ass. But given that you just came back from the dead through your satanic methods, I’ll let it slide.”

“If you see me leaving my room at three in the morning, be afraid. Be very afraid.”

“I’ll be long gone by then. Sypha and I are leaving today.”

Aurora smiled, “gonna go on more monster hunting adventures?”

“What else would we do?”

“What time are you guys planning on leaving?”

“When your sister’s done giving birth.”

Aurora’s hand found Adrian’s, her eyes widened, “when she what?” Her sister was pregnant? Her sister came here, knowing full well she was pregnant to end the world?

It was as if Adrian could hear her thoughts because right after those thoughts crossed her mind, he went on to explain that vampire pregnancies didn’t last as long as human pregnancies. While human pregnancies would last nine months, vampire pregnancies only took three. He also explained that those children grew at a faster rate than human children. Aurora scoffed and rolled her eyes, letting go of Alucard’s hand so she could place both on either side of her head. How the hell did she find the time to fuck someone and get pregnant when she was so hell bent on ending the world? She heard Trevor say. Except, she didn’t hear him say that, because he didn’t actually say that. He thought it, but he didn’t physically say it. Rory didn’t know if she should have laughed or if she should have been weirded out by that, so she stayed quiet.

Sypha came strutting out of the makeshift operation room, extremely proud of herself. “Okay, who wants to see the baby or should I say,” she stopped in her tracks. “Aurora?”

“The one and oh–” Sypha had pulled her into a tight hug, “hi, how are ya?”

“I thought you were dead.” She then turned to the males in the room and pointed at the only other female in the group of friends, “I thought she was dead!”

“Yes, so did we.” Trevor and Adrian answered simultaneously.

“So my sister’s done pushing the little shit monster out?”

“Er… yes, would you like to see?”

Aurora nodded and walked followed Sypha into the room. Marisol was asleep when they walked in, her hair was a mess, the sweat that escaped her skin when she expelled the baby from her body was still wet on her face. Aurora looked over at the crib. “She had twins?”

“Yes, I thought I mentioned that?”

“No, you were like, 'omg guys, check this shit– Rory, oh em geeeee!’”

“Erm… Yes. Right. Well, they’re twins.”

“I think I kind of gathered that much, Sy.”

“A boy and a girl.”

“I have eyes~”

Sypha gave a small smile, “she has yet to name them. Maybe she should name her daughter after me.”

Aurora snorted, “she should, you helped her give birth, after all.” They stayed quiet for a bit, admiring the babies. “Thank you, by the way.”

“Of course.”

“No, seriously, Sypha. Thank you. I owe you.”

“You owe me nothing but your undying friendship.” Aurora smiled and hugged Sypha, “you can’t say you didn’t expect me to help a woman in labour. What type of person would I be if I hadn’t? Granted, I didn’t really want to help her, she almost killed my best friend… but,” she sighed, “she happens to be my best friend’s sister… and babies. Babies are cute,” they giggled.

“I just hope whoever that whoever their dad is… isn’t ugly, cause I don’t want no ugly ass nieces and nephews. Got me fucked up, el em ay ohh.”

“El em ay oh?”

“Sorry, it’s a habit of mine to use text speech out loud. It started off as a joke and kind of stuck.”

“Okay?”

“Anyhoo~,” Aurora sang.

“Why are you so damn loud?” Marisol groaned, slowly sitting up on the bed. She turned on her side and watched the other two women from where she was.

“What’re you naming them?” Rory asked her.

“Not sure yet, Nina. I’m thinking of naming the boy Hector Luís Romero. The girl, I’m not so sure. I was thinking of Angelina Narcisa Romero. Or something like that. I dunno, what do you think?”

“I think those are nice names…” Aurora answered absentmindedly as she gazed at the sleeping newborns.

Sypha cleared her throat and made for the door, “well, I’m going to step out.”

The chubbier dhampir crossed her arms and leaned against the wall behind her, facing her sister. “So…” Marisol began.

“So…” Aurora repeated for no reason at all. “Who’s the dad?”

“His name is Hector.”

“Uh-huh…”

“He was my boyfriend– is my boyfriend,” she corrected herself. “If he isn’t dead.”

“You don’t know?”

“Well, he wasn’t in the castle when y'all brought it here, so… I don’t know.”

“Uh-huh…”

“Do you think you can help me look for him later?”

“Okay…”

“Why… are you so quiet? You always have an opinion about everything, so why don’t you just get out what you really want to say?” Aurora bit her lip, tears were slipping out of her eyes like a pipe with a leak. “Oh my fucking God, why are you crying?”

“Why did you do it, Lan?” She sniffled, “why? What made you want to come here and fuck with fate? Why? Just why? What were you thinking?”

“I was just–”

“Just what? What reason did you have for doing this?”

“I didn’t want to live anymore. It hurt. Walking around everyday, pretending everything was okay, seeing that people didn’t care–”

“And you don’t think I go through that? That there are times where I don’t want to be here, there, anywhere? That I hate myself and everyone around me? That I get so angry I could rip the head off of the first person that talks to me? You don’t think I know how you feel?” Her voice shook, “and yet I don’t go around killing people, trying to end the world, trying to kill my sister. Because as much as you piss me off, I love you enough not to act on my impulses.”

“You don’t know how it feels, you don’t know what I’ve been through.”

“I don’t? You think I don’t know what Jonathon did to you when we were little?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play stupid,” she snarled. “And don’t tell me that I have no clue what you might be feeling or what you’ve been through. Because I do.”

“You wouldn’t though, you weren’t the one he–”

“He fucking did it to me too, you fucking bitch,” she sobbed. “You think that all those days he didn’t hurt you he wasn’t getting his fill? Trust me, that bastard was living in paradise while making both our lives hell. All those times he said he was taking me to the park and left you home alone, he–”

Marisol took a sharp breath and fiddled around with the pillow case, sniffling a few times before opening her mouth. She didn’t mean to interrupt her sister,  "Why didn’t you tell me?“

"Because I didn’t want you to worry about me. I didn’t want you to hurt more than you were hurt already.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling that way?”

“It wasn’t important.”

Mari shook her head, “it is important.”

“It’s not.”

“It is. Look what holding it in did to me. It made me hate and it made me hurt and it made me push away people that had nothing to do with it. It made me push away and hurt the people I love and the people that loved me. You didn’t deserve to be treated the way I’ve treated you and I’m sorry. I want you to know that I’m genuinely sorry. There’s no amount of apologies I can give to make anything go away, to change the fact that I did what I did and take away the pain that it caused. But I can offer you change and help. Whatever you need from me, I’ll provide. I should’ve done that our whole lives, but I’ve been selfish and I see that now.

"I see that, Nina. And I want to change, I don’t want to be selfish anymore.”

Aurora wiped her eyes, hiccuping a few times, her heart was physically and figuratively in pain. Marisol had never seen her sister like that, so damaged. It was one of the things she was always jealous of, the fact that Rory 'was always happy’. That Rory had 'never faced any hardships’. It was then that she realised she never really knew her little sister at all. Marisol stood from her bed and pulled Aurora into her embrace.

The younger twin rested her head on her older sister’s shoulder, letting her tears fall onto the girl’s skin.

[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

Hiding Things to Save Them Chapter 4

Trevor Belmont x reader

Summary: So you can apparently fight, and by the way he’s not the last son of the house of Belmont . . . 

Word Count: 1628

For almost three weeks he’d been in the little village staying with a woman he still wasn’t convinced wasn’t just a dream. With the peaceful atmosphere that surrounded her little house, it was easy for Trevor to start calling it ‘home’. The two of them had become close from their near-constant conversations that neither wanted to dwell on the fact that their time together was quickly coming to an end.

Unfortunately, a forced reminder came by way of about seven men cornering Y/N as she was leaving the market. She’d gone to gather groceries for the next few days while Trevor went to the tavern for a cask of ale for the pair to drink with dinner. As soon as she realized the strange men were following her, Y/N started subtly veering into an alley away from the busy people of the village. Either these men were bandits and she could handle them before they went after anyone else, or they were tailing her because of Trevor. Of course, the men took the opportunity provided by the narrow path to trap her, forcing her to stop.

Cautiously, Y/N set her few bags on the ground off to the side to free up her hands. “Can I help you?” Her hand drifted to the small of her back where a curved dagger rested in its sheath.

“Father Fredrick has been hearing rumors about you housing a drifter of a rather unsavory sort,” the one directly in front of her replied, fingers tightening on his own sword. “Sent us to talk to you about it.”

“I would think the good Father would be proud of my hospitality. That’s what he teaches, isn’t it? We should be accepting to travelers?” she did her best to sound innocent.

“That would be the case,” a man to her left said, “but there are other concerns about your . . . hospitality.”

“Many,” this one was behind her, “are saying that you’ve been having an affair with the man. I’m sure you know that it’s frowned upon to have an unmarried woman with a man staying in her home unsupervised . . . Rumors could be rumors, but you’ll understand if we air on the side of caution.”

“I don’t have to defend my honor to the Church’s thugs. I have done nothing wrong, and the lot of you cannot tell me what I should or shouldn’t do in my own home.” Her blade was now at her side, drawn from its sheath and clenched tightly in her fist.

As if taking that movement as a threat, the first man cracked his neck and raised his blade. “The most concerning matter, however, is the talk that the Father has heard about just who this drifter is. Several say they recognized the crest on his chest when he first arrived.”

“So the man is from a known family. All the more reason to be welcoming,” she shrugged, feigning nonchalance. 

“Then I assume you will be surprised to learn that he has reason to believe this man is a Belmont.”

“I will believe no such thing,” she lied smoothly. “That man introduced himself as a Louis, and I would sooner believe him than the rumors of uneducated housewives looking for the latest gossip.” And with that, she struck.

~

“By the time I found her, she’d downed all but one of those men,” Trevor was saying. “When I struck down the last, she was half crazed from her wounds and fear and didn’t recognize me. She lashed out and caught me off-guard. I was damned lucky I didn’t lose my eye.”

“Hold on, are you saying that she was the one that gave you that scar?” Alucard asked.

Trevor’s hand raised to trace the old wound of its own accord. “Yes. Once she came to her senses, the woman panicked for hours. She literally dragged me back to the local healer. They managed to close it the same day, but you wouldn’t know it based off how much she apologized.”

“Wait, they had a healer that skilled yet left them alone but came after you?”

“It . . . was not a good town. And they weren’t that great of healers, don’t be fooled. It was closed, but in case you haven’t noticed they left a pretty nasty scar behind. It didn’t matter, though; she moved right after. We were more cautious once she got settled a few hours away in a new village.”

“So you kept visiting her?” Sypha spoke up.

“Whenever I can,” he nodded. “Few times a year for as long as I can get away with without people figuring out who I am.”

It was odd, Sypha decided, to hear him talk about this woman in the present tense. Usually, when he referred to his family it was in the distant past, so it seemed strange to know that this woman was still out there.

“About six years ago we got married,” Trevor decided the blunt was to drop that bit of information.

Alucard chuckled. “As Trevor Louis, I presume?”

The hunter groaned. “God no. I fucking hate that name. I love her with all of my heart, but that woman cannot think of names in a hurry.”

“Then how . . .”

“It required a fair bit of travel, but she managed to track down an unbiased priest that was still loyal to my family. As far as their goddamn God is concerned she is a Belmont. As far as anyone else knows, she is a Monbelt.”

Sypha couldn’t stop the hysterical giggle that tore its way out of her throat. “Monbelt?! You give your wife a hard time, and that’s the best you could come up with?!” She dissolved into a fit of laughter that brought a light blush to Trevor’s cheeks.

“Indeed,” Alucard was smirking. “An anagram? I know you are not the brightest, Belmont, but I assumed you could do better than that.”

“Alright, we’re both terrible at making up names,” Trevor muttered, crossing his arms. “Either way, moving on with the story, that priest hid the real paperwork deep in their archives.”

“Now that is uncharacteristically wise,” the dhampir mused. “It prevents the nonsense of accusing her of impropriety, hides her true involvement with the Belmont family, yet if they demanded it they could feasibly find the real documentation . . . Though in the current climate of the church, perhaps it’s a good thing they won’t stumble across that paperwork . . .They seem to be torn between wanting you dead or worshipping you as a second messiah.”

“I do have a question, though,” Sypha started, still smiling residually from her little laughing fit.

“If it’s more about the name thing, I think we’ve talked about that enough.” Though Trevor sounded annoyed, both of his companions could see the amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“No. I was just wondering . . . If your wife is such a fearsome warrior, would she not have been helpful in the fight against Dracula?”

That question had Trevor choking on his own saliva after a surprised sharp inhale. “That’s--I’m--” he couldn’t come up with the words.

“After what he’s said about the woman, I rather doubt our valiant hunter would put the woman he loves in that kind of danger regardless of how . . . as you said, fearsome she might be.” Those golden eyes flitted back up to Trevor. “Although, none of his explains your repeated insistence about your status as the last Belmont.” His head cocked to the side. “You have a child. Don’t you?”

Trevor’s first response was a shaky nod. Admitting his fears was something his father had trained him to avoid at any cost, so he chose to keep his mouth shut. All his aimless drifting kept his family safe. The drinking made people think he was idiotic, incapable of having any sort of relationship let alone something serious. And it had the added benefit of numbing the pain of being away from them. He hated it whenever he went home and saw how much his child had grown during his absence; it just reminded him of what he missed being there for. Needless to say, it was more than a little terrifying that someone else was learning about his little family since it made all that time he’d missed completely worthless.

“And with that, I think we’ve passed Trevor’s threshold for storytime,” Sypha spoke up upon seeing the distraught look on the man’s face.

“Belmont,” Alucard removed his arm from around the magician in order to lean forward, elbows resting on his knees. “I hope you realize that my offer still stands. Very few people are as . . . good as you and Sypha. Times like these, I find myself thinking like the man my father was around my mother; I want to protect the both of you. If this woman has captured your heart, she is clearly of the same caliber as you. It will likely never be safe for the lot of you out in the Wallachia that wants the Belmonts dead. Bring them here. We are atop the library that belongs to them, to your child, and the land that belongs to them. They should be here anyway; the fact that this is the safest place for them is . . .” Alucard smirked as he chose his next words, “a luxury we can most definitely afford.” The little taunt pulled a tiny smirk to Trevor’s lips too.

Sypha absolutely beamed at the offer.

All at once, Trevor’s usually-tense body seemed to sag into the couch in utter relief. “Thank you, Adrian.” The use of his real name surprised the dhampir. “I suppose . . . I should go fetch the missus.” He winced, biting his lip. “Don’t tell her I called her that; she’ll kill me.”

From there, all three fell into laughter.