#if someone watches castlevania please be my friend

[ruiniel]

ah hi! I love your writing so much so I’m so excited requests are open. Could I request a short fic (if possible) of fem!reader x alucard of them both pining for each other for a long time & maybe one day they just snap b/c it’s too much & make out? (Or… more than that if u want.)

A classic! This is the first ask since I opened requests and here’s a scenario that fell down the hill. It then snowballed turning into a fic that is excruciatingly in Alternate Universe territory *guilty laughter* hope you like some of this, anon.

To be free

Fandom: Castlevania series (2017-2021)

Pairing: Alucard x fem!reader

Rating: T

Count: 1.6k

Tags & Warnings: Mutual pining, Angst, It just happened, Adrian has 0 idea what to do with this, Here's some unsavory Alucard traits, He means well but ugh, Context of battle, Mention of death, alternate universe, dark fantasy AU, unresolved sexual tension, unresolved emotional tension, Second Person POV, Alucard POV, more tags coming

Summary:

The murder of Lisa never happened. Instead, sometime in the future there is strife in the vampire world with an alliance of rebelling war chiefs over territory and Dracula is forced to respond. Reader character is an apprentice learning the doctor trade under Lisa, and a friend of her son.

Will post part II soon but wanted to share this for now

All characters depicted are 18+

I.

Wallachia, 1485

“Faster!” comes the sudden strike, the wooden staff colliding with your shoulder.

“That hurt!” you hiss, ducking your head as a flash of gold gains on you.

“Well for god’s sake, move your feet!” Adrian snaps, falling upon you with frightful ease.

You retreat, movements slower, your legs fumbling. “You... you’re awful...” you pant, “This is too much, even for an average recruit!” you barely parry before being flung aside by another vicious strike.

You gasp as he’s upon you again, leaving you struggling to regain your balance. “I do not train you to be average,” Adrian throws in the tone he only ever uses with the other soldiers. “I train you to stay alive,” he kicks your legs from under you before you can preempt him.

You swear, cry out and grab at his shoulder; a surprised son of Dracula crumbles together with you in a heap to the ground.

Your faces come to be so close you can see the hint of swirling lights in his eyes. “That was unfair,” you whisper, breathless.

“Who ever said war is fair? Do you think the enemy will care for your codes of honor?” Adrian asks, unaffected by the effort—he’s not even flushed—his forearms propped on either side of your head. “Now pay attention and stop wasting my time, else you find someone else to teach you.”

He’s mainly like this, nowadays. Morose, at times even scowling, having little to no patience. His words scald often, and this change came and stayed with him for a while now. When Adrian tries to rise, however, your thighs turn into a vice around him; a sudden shift of unexpected strength, and then you’re sitting atop him, pressing him into the earth.

You grin, holding him down, finding some familiarity in it. You’d slept beneath cold skies back to back, huddled against each other for warmth before; you knew him in a physical way, one demanded of practicality. When you lean closer to his face, you see ice and even distaste, and stupid words gurgle in your throat. “I do pay attention, more than you think,” you say with a hint of satisfaction, which soon fades at the look he’s giving you.

“Rise to your feet, please.”

“I listen. I hear your words, harsh when once they’d been kind. I feel this wall you’re raising higher and I don’t understand why. I’m not your enemy. I’m...” your voice fails when his eyes narrow. “I’m your friend. Come back.” You watch his face, the shape of the mouth you know, down to every detail.

“I am right here, to my dismay. Now rise, don’t make me ask again.” But he does not do so himself, possibly giving you the choice of dignity.

“Tell me why you do it. Why you’re so dismissive, why you seem to make yourself scarce whenever we’re in the same room for long.” Why he acts like this task is something he loathes, even though he was the one who offered to include you in his daily routine when you’d made your wish to train known. You sound wanton in your demand now, you know, but he near always pushes you to the end of your tether lately. Today had been another rushed, supremely uncomfortable sword fighting lesson besides. Why are you like this? The words bite into your tongue, but you dare not ask them, afraid of what they might bring; you don’t want to fight him, not now.

Before, when Adrian welcomed you to stay for the friendship you had, he was open in manner and kind; but lately there is no reprieve, and you sense the tension in him as though it were a living thing. It turns him into a merciless trainer and hard to please—it also makes him ten times more infuriating to be around.

Adrian gazes up at you, inert, but the tension in you seems to bleed into his own body. “I do it for you,” he answers late, his voice gentler like a bleak reminder of before. “I do all of it for you.”

“I should be grateful, then?” you mutter into his shuttering stare. “For this?”

A softness to his eyes, a clench to his jaw; you feel compelled to do something you have not the courage to.

“Move.”

Defeated, you nod and rise, quietly regaining yourself as Adrian comes to his feet. You retrieve your staff, back turned to him. “I think I’ve had enough for today.”

You start when your weapon is roughly pried from your hand. “As you wish,” Adrian says. The hardness in his voice makes you flinch, like talons leaving raw and festering places in their wake.

As you turn, he’s already leaving the practice yard with rushed steps. You fall limply against a tree trunk, covering your face with your filthy gloved hands, wanting more than anything to be free of this.

Having reached the armory, you wipe your sweaty brow with your hand, then attempt fluid movement. The leather practice armor you’re using until a better suited one is ready hinders your motions. You blow a stray wisp of hair out of your face, yet panting from exertion. It has to be done; it has to be done. 

You attempt to undo the fastenings and utterly fail, resenting having to train in full battle gear, but one tireless tutor insists this is the way. With a huff and a pull, your attempts cease. 

A heavy hand is on your shoulder; heavier than it used to be. It urges you to turn.

“You slouch,” come the soft words. Deft fingers aid you out of the constraint posed by the armor and you go still, throwing the speaker a brief, scathing look he cannot see, focused as he is on his task. 

“I try,” you say.

“I need more focus, mere blinks of moments matter here,” Adrian says without looking at you.

Before you reply, he finishes and turns away, arms raised and hands pulling at the tie in his hair.

His aloofness is even more biting than usual; has something happened? You’ll need to speak to him, because you can't help but feel somehow... you can't define it exactly. A heaviness, a weariness over your heart as it beats. You can't but feel he's being unfair.

This familiarity in your concern, though natural now, has taken long to develop. The two of you crossed paths once, had bled to stay alive and became close along the way through a string of unbelievable though unavoidable events. You still laugh at the absurdity of it sometimes: meeting and befriending the son of Vlad Dracula Tepes, meeting Lisa his mother and becoming her aid after Adrian offered for you to stay until you found your bearings. You, finding Dracula with a family of all things.

Having nowhere else to go, you stayed, of course you stayed. This was a household, the semblance of a strong-knit family, or at least—for you—the proximity to one. And if you were being bluntly honest with yourself, you starved for this: a purpose, a goal. It led you to accept the schooling suggestions from Lisa Tepes. It had you deciding to train in arms so you could defend yourself if need be. And you, well… you were apprentice to his mother now, learning her trade, living here, eating and walking and seeing him—though thankfully (or painfully), less and less lately as the days pass.

You stare out the window, to the shadow lengthening across the trees and the horizon, over a scattered front where white smoke billows eerily into the air against the violently bruised sky of evening. Beneath it, two factions will inevitably clash. You shudder, chewing the inside of your cheek. “How stupid. I should learn to save lives, not take them,” you murmur, placing your gloves on a rack in the training hall. 

“Remember, these are vampires. And you may end this, it was your wish afterall,” Adrian looks over his shoulder at you.

“I know.” You turn from him, rummaging in your own things, hiding the flash of pain on your face. “But I have to learn.”

All is prepared, and you overheard the others speaking of it at the recent council. They would start at the following evefall to be stationed along camp lines across the valley. You turn your head left and right, roll your shoulders, grimacing at the stiffness in your upper body.

“Here,” Adrian says, approaching and presenting you with a vial containing a clear liquid.

“What is it?” you reach and take it from his hand. 

Adrian walks away and takes a seat at one of the long tables laden with pieces of armor and weaponry. He rolls the sleeves of his crinkled shirt up to his elbows and reaches for a whetstone, then his sword. His golden flecked stare turns on you, briefly. Cold light creeps through narrow glass windows, finding him. “A salve, did Mother not get to those yet? Use it on your muscles in the evening.”

You swallow. “No, not yet. When are you leaving?” 

He lowers his eyes as a metallic sound scrapes away the silence, and you watch him whet the sword placed horizontally in his lap. “Tomorrow.” Another wail of the stone, like glassy cries of pain.

Of course, you knew; merely wanted to hear him say it. You near as Adrian works, continuing to sharpen and wipe the blade with a cloth in turns. “Are you afraid? Are you well? I know you were reluctant to join this, I—” But it was he who said that in wisdom, we too know fear. It keeps one alive, it keeps one fighting.

“I'm well,” Adrian cuts in. The answer is impassive, his eyes averted from yours, set on the motion of his hand.

His stilted replies leave no room for doubt—the wall is up and you’re more than eager to get out of here. You sling the bag with belongings over one shoulder. “Good eve, Adrian,” you say. “Actually rest, you’ll need it.” And without lingering, you turn, leaving him behind with as much dignity as you should possess.

Part II

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Can I request a match up for Baldur's Gate 3 & Castlevania (Netflix) please?

My personality : I'm shy, timid, quiet & polite to strangers. With people I'm comfortable with, I'm loud, outgoing, playful, mature, responsible, motherly(to naughty friends), childlike(to mature friends/family) and sarcastic (unintentionally).

I'm kinda tomboyish as I wear over-sized t-shirts, baggy pants, sneakers but don't play sports or video games. I'm a slow learner, not smart, not strong, and not talented.

I'm pretty dense, straightforward, oblivious, and naive too.I get confused or misunderstand what people meant easily so it's best if you tell me straight to my face so I can't be mistaken. I'm also touch starved as I love giving & receiving affection but I only can hug one person and even then, I do my best to not overdo it.

I'm a hopeless romantic, sensitive, forgetful, & overthink often. I work as hard as I can & try my best & be careful as I can to everything I do, as I'm pretty clumsy & makes mistakes more often than most people. I try to help my family and friends as they've helped me & cared for me dearly.

I try to communicate properly & ask for their consent first before doing anything because I misunderstood that I had their permission before. I do my best to give people the benefit of doubt but I do have my limits. I don't really get angry often that even my family & friends are surprised when it happens once in a blue moon.

I don't believe in compliments I get occasionally or why my family & friends care for me because I don't see good things in myself only bad things.

I'm kinda perverted which contrasts my innocent & baby face. I keep it to myself though. I always need to let the cinema employees check my identity card to verify my age whenever I watch a R-rated movie.

Although a kind stranger realises I'm older than I looked when we talked about how I didn't lashed out in anger at someone who didn't do anything wrong to me because I know how it felt to be in that position.

Best attributes : None

Worst attributes : unintentionally sarcastic, not smart, not strong, dense, oblivious, naive, sensitive, overthinks a lot, clumsy, misunderstand easily, get confused easily, forgetful,unreliable. That's more but that's all I could think of.

Hobbies : drawing, reading manga, listening to music, fanfics especially reader inserts, and watching anime, movies, & cartoons. My favourite genre is romance but I love comedy, mystery, action, sci-fi, fantasy, and historical too! My favourite music genre is pop, but I also love ballads, & alternative rock!

Likes : music, fanfiction, manga, anime, cartoons, books (If I find it interesting), family, friends, potato chips, chocolate, cakes, bread, anyone who is kind, patient, supportive, helpful, tries at least, trustworthy, responsible, fair in general, respectful, flexible, honest, open-minded, humble, sincere, accepting, thoughtful, encouraging, forgiving, careful, understanding, wise, mature, cooperative, caring, etc. That's more but that's all I could think of.

Dislikes : anyone who's rude, disrespectful, doesn't listen to others, refuse to admit mistakes, blames others for their mistakes, ignores people yet demands attention from them, demanding, won't acknowledge what you said, hypocritical, biased, irresponsible, careless, disloyal, inconsiderate, insensitive, inflexible, petty, hostile, untrustworthy, immature, uncooperative, unforgiving, judgemental, narrow-minded, self-centred, unethical, self-righteous, etc. That's more but that's all I could think of.

MBTI : INFP-T

Preferred gender result : Male except Raphael, Emperor, Cazador, Thorm, and the Withers!

I'm open whether it's a poly or a monogomous answer.

Please & thank you!

A/N: Okay, first let me just say, HOLY SHIT, this is such a detailed ask! Thank you for being so specific as it really helps the matchup process! Secondly, I would like to say, OF COURSE YOU HAVE BEST ATTRIBUTES! You say so yourself, silly! You’re caring and considerate (always looking for consent, and giving people the benefit of the doubt), you’re hard-working (you try your best even though you’re clumsy and make mistakes often), and you’re extremely considerate, responsible, and self-aware (having this sense of duty to care for your family as they’ve cared for you in the past). 

I know it can be challenging to believe in yourself, god knows I don’t all of the time. But I just wanted to tell you that just by reading this I can tell you you’re an INCREDIBLE person worthy of all such love, friendship, respect, and happiness. And I wish for all of that for you. People give you compliments because they love you, and they want you to love yourself. I know we’re still technically strangers, but from this, I can tell you’re a brilliant, responsible, and empathetic young lady; I would feel proud to call you a friend. Feel free to message me if you ever need to talk, okay?

Okay… Sorry. Mushy rant over. On to the matchups!

For you my Unconvinced Anon, I think your best matches are Halsin (BG3) and Hector (Castlevania)!

Your BG3 Matchup: 

Halsin would be a great match for you! He’s kind and wise, and very soft-spoken. You’re extremely compatible as Halsin is fairly intuitive when it comes to feelings and relationships, so even if you are forgetful or misunderstood, it’s no matter. 

Halsin is also very forward and direct in telling people how he feels and what he wants. Some people (and some game players) can find this to be offensive. But Halsin does not intend to offend or overstep. And should you tell him to please reel it in, he will gladly do so. You too mention how you are often unintentionally sarcastic and straightforward. Halsin is someone who greatly appreciates this level of honesty in a partner. He finds it preferable to those who would play games or beat around the bush with their feelings. 

Halsin also likes your style. Druids tend to appreciate function over form in most that they do, and clothing is no exception. So long as you are comfortable, and covered enough to not break any public indecency laws, Halsin doesn’t care that you aren’t wearing flower skirts or embroidered coats. What works for you, works for him. Although yes, he still doesn’t see a big deal with people walking around naked. He’d fit right in at a nudist colony that’s for sure lol. But he understands not everyone is as comfortable with nudeness as he is, so he promises to remain clothed unless you would ask otherwise of him ;) 

Halsin appreciates your more mature, motherly nature. Especially since he can use all of the help he can get teaching and sort of parenting all of the orphans he’s taken into his new settlement, outside of the city. He admires how you inspire the children to be honest and kind in their actions, even when it may get them into trouble. You lead by example, and to Halsin, there simply is no better way to lead. 

He also rather enjoys your naughtier side. Gods know he certainly has one. And it’s always a comfort to find someone with an open mind surrounding such adult or perverse subjects as opposed to someone who would be judgemental and stick up their nose. 

Halsin is also very understanding when it comes to physical boundaries. Yes, he would love to be intimate with you, as well as hold you or cuddle during the long cold nights. But he also understands that not everyone is as friendly to touch as he is, so he will always ask for permission before touching you or hugging or kissing you. And who knows? Maybe in time the two of you can work through baby steps to a level where you feel comfortable with him touching you. Don’t worry, however, Halsin will still make a point to check in with you first. And if you don’t ever feel overly touchy, that’s fine too. Halsin enjoys your company just as much. 

However, Halsin does take a small issue with you not believing you have ‘best qualities’, as you said. He thinks you’re full of great qualities! He loves how excited you get when you talk about the latest historical romance novel you’ve read. He loves how considerate you are, especially when it comes to speaking to the children or irritated people, and how you don’t immediately assume the worst of them. He thinks it admirable. 

Halsin is an ENFJ (at least in my opinion), so when you are introverted, he’s extroverted. If you’re around unfamiliar people and feeling shy, he’ll do the talking for you, no problem. Halsin’s extroversion is also great for you because it can push you out of your comfort zone, and into trying new things and meeting new people. He’s always bragging about you, how incredible he thinks you are. And he proudly shows off the drawings you allow him to share. He just can’t help but beam when it comes to you. 

On the other hand, you’re both NFs (Intuitive Feelers), so you end up creating a very soft, and understanding harmonious relationship. You’re both highly empathetic and compassionate, so once you’re in a relationship together, you can stay in it for the long haul. You believe in working things out via communication and love. ENFJs are also driven by a need to be better, whereas you as an INFP, are driven by a sense of responsibility to do something important. The two of you understand that life is about those around you, not just about yourself. Your combined selflessness makes you the perfect couple!

And don’t tell him I said this, but get a few drinks in him and Halsin will reveal that he actually has a decent singing voice. Let him serenade you with old druidic ballads about the land and love and nature’s greatest creations. Just try not to blush too hard when he stops the song to inform you that in his eyes, YOU are nature’s greatest creation. 

Your Castlevania Matchup: 

Hector would be another wonderful match for you! He’s more on the quiet side, but once he develops a relationship with someone, he does open up and show off a more witty sort of dark-humored funny side. 

In the early seasons, Hector is also rather naive, almost childlike in his understanding of the world and the figures around them. He takes everyone at face value, not bothering to wonder if there’s something unsaid lying just beneath a conversation or agreement’s surface. Of course, once he is tricked by Carmilla into betraying Dracula, much of that changes. Sure, the childlike wonder and innocence Hector has for all of his undead animal creations is still there, but he’s matured. He’s learned. 

Hector would be a good match for you because he understands what it means to go through life not quite understanding what people are saying, and what’s more, being an outcast because of it. He will do his best to be direct/straightforward when talking to you because he knows you need it, and because he’s learned that when it comes to the people you love, honestly, however painful it may be in the short run, is the best policy in the long run. A temporary bruised pride or ego is nothing compared to the scar left by a former relationship that was ultimately built on lies. 

Hector also has a very distinct fashion sense. I mean, have you seen his hair? He’s gorgeous with that hair and skin and he doesn’t mind that others know it. He likes your more relaxed style. In Dracula’s court, he and Issac were always under such pressure to look clean-cut and important. It’s nice to be able to relax and not worry about his manner of dress when you’re around. 

And if anyone is touch starved, oh my god, it’s this man. Sure he had some experiences in the past, and then he spent a short while with Lenore, but it wasn’t the same. It didn’t mean what he wanted it to. It was all an illusion and a fleeting one at that. Hector doesn’t know what it means to feel a lover’s touch. He’s completely inexperienced in that department. He’s no stranger to sex, but what of softness and tenderness beyond that? Has he ever had one of those incredibly comforting bear hugs, the ones where both people wish they could stay there, holding onto one another for eternity? Has he ever sat next to his lover on the couch, their thighs just barely brushing up against one another, and felt safe, felt at home? Hector doesn’t know whether or not he’s touch-averse because touch is foreign to him. The two of you would get to learn together where each of your boundaries are, and how each of you would need to be touched to feel loved. The great bit is you’d be discovering all of that together. 

I would also argue that early seasons Hector, and even later Hector is a hopeless romantic. Not necessarily in the lovey-dovey sort of way, but in the looking to the future with rose-colored-glasses sort of way. His vision for Dracula’s future was certainly much more lush than what Dracula suggested. And his view of summoning souls into corpses in his forge-mastery is also clouded by this sort of soft, glamourized view. 

The other thing you have in common with Hector seems to be this recurring theme that you need to be or should be better for the people you love. Hector has a fair amount of guilt for doing what he did, with choosing to believe Carmilla over Dracula, with not understanding the true scope of either of the vampire’s plans. He feels like he let Dracula, Issac, vampire society, and humanity down. I can sort of hear a similar thing in your writing. Now, I don’t know the reason for you feeling this way, so I can’t relate it to Hector’s internal justification, but I can confidently say this: he understands, probably more than anyone, why you feel this way. He sees the way you shrug off his compliments, how you don’t seem to believe him when he says he’s proud of you and so happy he gets to share his second shot at life with you. He knows it will take time, but he won’t stop reminding you that, to him, you are beyond incredible. And he’s so unbelievably fortunate to have met you. 

In the past humans have treated him horribly. They’ve been all the things you dislike: closed-minded, judgemental, hypocritical, superiorly indignant… They cast him out. But you, you’re so kind, and considerate, empathetic, and humble. You are living proof that humans can be more than cruel and closed off- you’re the best humanity has to offer. Hector can’t believe he almost condemned someone like you, and the other side of humanity that you represent, to death. Knowing you, he swears he will never make a mistake like that again: no ignorant group judgments from here on out. 

Plus Hector is (in my opinion), an INTP. With you being an INFP, you’re both introverts who enjoy the quiet. The big difference is that you are an Intuitive Feeler, he’s an Intuitive Thinker, so he tends to be driven more by logic and facts rather than emotions. In some cases, this may result in Hector not quite understanding why you react to something because he’s looking at it from a distanced, scientific view. He may come off as critical at times because of this, but I believe his more recent experiences have taught him the importance of communication. As long as the two of you are willing, you should be able to talk these disagreements or misunderstandings out. It’s also great for him because you keep teaching him that some choices cannot be logically quantified, there’s no clear-cut rationale behind them. In a lot of instances, choosing to be kind doesn’t make sense: it doesn’t follow any specific rules or purpose, but it’s the right thing to do. Your unique approach to thinking about life and people and problem-solving pushes Hector to become more aware and compassionate when it comes to his fellow man. 

Plus, with his plans to write a book, and your love for interesting reading, Hector would love nothing more than for you to enjoy his writing, and offer any feedback you’d have. He values your opinion, your company, your… Well, everything. You mean the world to him. 

The two of you get to live a kind, peaceful life, with your friends, family, and of course, your own little army of undead pets to keep you company.  

A/N: Holy fricken shit this answer is 2,000 words long! Whoops. My apologies. It kind of got away from me a little bit lol. I just want to reiterate for other readers, this isn’t my norm. These matchups are intended to be shorter. But this Anon here sounded like they could use some cheering up, so my creative juices jumped into hyperdrive. 

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[hrodvitnon]

So, I heard Castlevania Nocturne season 2 is in the works. Big excite! That being said!

I'm overall fine with Nocturne as is if only because I know that Castlevania is no stranger to negative fan feedback whether it's legitimate grievances or petty complaints (and Nocturne is flawed, I won't argue that) – just look at the series history. Simon's Quest being a different sequel like Adventure of Link, 64 being called the worst Castlevania game for years (go watch Ragnarrox's video on it), Dawn of Sorrow and Portrait of Ruin having an anime art style despite Rondo being just as anime if not more so, Symphony being too easy, Ecclesia being too hard, the very existence of Judgment and its take on the characters, Shadowvania being fine or a God of War ripoff. There will ALWAYS be Castlevania fans who dislike something, whether it's retconning Sonya Belmont or Netflixvania simply existing.

I've also played very few games in the entire series (GBA trilogy, SotN, Order of Ecclesia, Lords of Shadow: Mirror of Fate, bit of Dracula X) so the changes in Nocturne don't bother me that much if at all, and my general sense of being fine with Nocturne set in the French Revolution boils down to "Rondo was set during that period and France is one of the stages in Bloodlines". It also helps that I don't have as much energy for vitriol in my old by tumblr standards age, and I know adaptations will change things for better or worse... and Nocturne could have been worse. Imagine if Uwe Boll directed Nocturne.

So far Season 1 presents a fast and loose adaptation of Rondo of Blood with elements from Bloodlines and a dash of Aria of Sorrow (the eclipse) and a smidge of Harmony of Dissonance, just as the previous series adapted Dracula's Curse with bits from Curse of Darkness (Hector and Isaac) and Symphony of the Night (character designs and Lisa's death). Nocturne needs to adapt Rondo in order to properly introduce Richter and Maria and set things up for Symphony, obviously. Assuming it goes that far in future seasons, which it might.

But depending on how things go, once Nocturne is finished with Rondo and if it moves on to Symphony, there's a key element of SotN's story that falls apart when you remember that Dracula and Lisa were resurrected at the end of Castlevania Season 4; SotN happens because Richter is possessed and brings back both the Castle and Dracula, but you can't resurrect someone who's still alive, assuming Dracula hasn't died in the interim between Season 4 and Nocturne, and a whole village was being built around the still standing Castle last time we saw it. So what happens then?

An important thing to note is that Lament of Innocence, chronologically the first game in the timeline, happened in Netflixvania; Trevor mentions Leon Belmont, the game's protagonist. Lament is also where we see Dracula's origins not as a Wallachian prince turned vampire, but as Leon's friend Mathias Cronqvist – a fellow crusader who after the death of his wife Elizabetha, became Dracula by taking the soul of the vampire Walter Bernhard into a vampiric treasure called the Crimson Stone, which is basically if a Philosopher's Stone gave you vampirism because that's a kind of immortality. (There's also the Ebony Stone which is a vampire treasure like the Crimson Stone, the colors are important because there's some alchemy in Lament.)

In SotN Alucard describes the Castle as "a creature of chaos. It may take many incarnations." Apparently in the game Dracula's Curse, Dracula made a pact with the Evil God – who may or may not be Satan, somebody at Konami please clarify – to gain the power of Chaos (and also a monster horde), which would neatly explain why Netflix Drac needed a year to prep his assault after Lisa was burned at the stake. In Aria of Sorrow (in which Dracula dies for good in 1999 and is reincarnated as Soma Cruz), the final boss is literally Chaos, and its second form takes the appearance of (among other things) a black stone that flashes red – Castlevania is a creature of Chaos and the center of it is the Crimson Stone, the origin of Dracula's power.

In Dawn of Sorrow, the cult under Celia Fortner created a "perfect replica" of the Castle and wants to make a whole new Dracula; it isn't outright stated iirc, been a while since I played it, but I'm guessing the implication is that Celia created another Crimson Stone to be a new Chaos for the Castle. Plus, with two candidates being groomed for the Dark Lord position (and Soma himself being Dracula reborn and getting involved), someone would have to be sacrificed like Walter was so someone can become Dracula 2.0.

However, I don't recall seeing a Crimson Stone in Netflixvania, which is interesting considering the focus on alchemy once Saint Germain gets involved. Considering how spotty Trevor's knowledge of the Belmont family's history is, he probably didn't know how Dracula became Dracula. Maybe Leon took that knowledge to the grave, or maybe Sypha uncovered the identity of the man who became Dracula years later while she and Trevor raised their child Simon. If Nocturne will one day adapt Symphony, it needs to address the lack of a Dracula to resurrect. Maybe it can take a leaf out of Dawn of Sorrow's book and have a cult just try to make a new Dracula to replace the old one, and the party meets up with the Vlad Tepes Formerly Known as Dracula in order for him to explain how he became what he is and what the cult is doing, not to mention the whole possessed Richter part... or, perhaps the cult mind controls Richter into going through the motions so he can be forced to sacrifice someone, perhaps one of vampiric blood like Alucard, to take on the Dark Lord's mantle. It certainly wouldn't be the first time a Belmont became a Dracula!

[the-doctor-3000]

Dandelions. . . .

Warning: maybe a few threats and insults towards the reader, implied death, a bit ooc, long, some time skips

Fandom: ACOTAR

A/n: Hello beautiful folks! I just want you guys to know that in the past five days I started reading ACOTAR and I am absolutely in love! Anyway, please do forgive me for some errors I might make due to the fact I haven't finished the 1st book yet. I am well aware, though, that the majority of the books' readers have a dislike toward Tamlin. I believe that I'll discover the reason soon.... (Welp, good thing I didn't end up having a crush on him.😁😂)

2nd A/n: I've been working on this for almost a week and I'll probably do a part 2 of this.

Ship: Lucien x F!Reader, Tamlin x F!Reader (one sided; Tamlin's)

Inspired by: Dandelions by Gabbie Hanna

Type: A slight Castlevania AU!A Court of Thorns and Roses, Enemies to Friends to Lovers

Summary: When you, a human, travel all around the mortal realm, you finally decide to visit Prythian in order to seek knowledge to become a tutor.

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She had been travelling from her early teens, seeking knowledge and adventure. Her family wasn't around anymore, so you didn't have to worry about them missing her.

At first, it was hard - living on her own but soon you grew used to her new life and she kinda preferred it and enjoyed the freedom it provided her. In her journeys, she heard people speaking ill about the fae.

It wasn't a big surprise for her - the people from your old home would also speak badly about them. Though she always found them fascinating. Her parents did too.

This was also one of the reasons she begun travelling. The people didn't like the fact that she and her family had this perspective about the fae. So, she ran but her family stayed behind. Denying to leave because of the people's foolishness and close mindedness. Of course, continuing to stay there without changing their opinions on the fae led them to death.

°•°•°•°•°•°

The nineteen year old made her way through the woods - or commonly known as the Wall - which was separating the two realms from one another. She knew the dangers she'd face, so she had a weapon with her. She used it against the creatures who wished her harm there.

It wasn't easy but she weren't going to give up so soon. The first court she reached was the Spring Court. She made your way to a beautiful huge manor. She looked up through the window and saw no sign of life.

But she had heard rumours that amongst the fae, the High Lord of the Court of Spring was the most merciful. And she most certainly didn't want to die the moment she set foot on the land. Then, without any hesitation, you know on the door with her knife's hilt.

The doors opened by themselves and you walked in, looking around in fascination and alarm.

"My name is y/n," she begun to say "I am from a village of the Mortal Realm and I want to become a tutor."

There was a long silence but you could feel that someone was lurking in the shadows. Watching your every movement.

"You bang on my door because you want to learn? From a fae?" the voice was the one of a male, he was taunting her "What will your people think?"

"Don't mistake me for one of these so called 'Children of the Blessed'." she replied boldly as she looked around to find the source of the voice "Everybody out there already does that. I do not worship you or your kind but I do hold respect for you. I believe in knowledge, but... I need to know more. I've exhausted my other options, and all the stories say the High Lord who lives here has a library with all the knowledge."

"I'm one of the High Fae, and I do not get many visitors." he said, his breath was hitting her neck - he was right behind her. "What have you to trade for you to taka look in my study, y/n from the Mortal Realm?"

Her eyes were now gleaming in fear but she took a deep breath, stepped away from him calmly and turned to face him. He was in the form of a beast. He was a horse-sized creature with a bear-like body that moved with a feline fluidity, a distinctively lupine head, and massive elk-like antlers. The most distinctive of his features though were his jade eyes.

She dared to look into his emerald eyes as she spoke bravely, "Perhaps I could help you relearn some manners. I've crossed the threshold of your home, and you haven't offered me a drink or serve me something to eat or even to take my coat."

"What if I took a feast on you?" he said "Or have you loaded yourself with ash wood or iron?"

She took out a necklace with a lapis in the middle, the rest was made out of iron, "It belonged to my mother. I'm sorry, I didn't realise that it was rude of me to bring it along. I-it was all I had left from my parents." he hummed and walked a bit away from her "I'm really not interested in superstition, or being some woman who tricks others. I want to help people. I want to learn. Will you help me?"

He stopped and looked down at her, "You are definitely different to most humans I have met in recent times."

"Maybe I can teach you to like them, or at least tolerate them."

"I... I don't have a problem with humans."

She nodded sarcastically, "I noticed."

"How far is your realm from the Spring Court?"

"Only a 'wall' separates them." she cocked her head to the side like an animal "You don't travel much outside Prythian, do you?"

"I can travel."

"But... you don't, do you? Maybe you should. The world is changing. Travel, like people do. You might like it."

"I've known you for two minutes, and you offer for me to walk your realm like a ignorant human while I give you the knowledge of immortals."

"They won't be ignorant anymore if you teach them. They won't live such scared lives if they have solutions to their problems or know the truth."

"Why should I do that?"

"To make the world better. Start with me, and I'll start with you."

He chuckled and as he made his way to her once again, his appearance changed. In the place where a beast stood was now a strikingly handsome young man, his skin was tanned and a warrior’s build. He was also wearing an exquisite golden mask embedded with emeralds shaped like whorls of leaves that covered his nose, cheeks, and brows. He had long golden blond hair and deep green eyes flecked with gold. 

"I think I might like you." he told her with a small bow, she smiled kindly as he begun giving her a tour around the manor

°•°•°•°•°•°

The next day, y/n was on her way to find the library when she heard voices coming from a room.

Despite herself, she stopped to listen when an unknown voice of a male spoke the word 'human'. Curious of what they might be saying about her, she put her ear against the door.

"Tam, you can't be serious. You let a human girl live here? And, on top of that, you let her roam into your study?"

"She's alright, Lucien. I know she is."

"Please don't tell me that you like her already?"

"Lucien—"

"What if she tries to murder you in your sleep? She did have iron with her, didn't she?"

"Yes, but she admitted it. She gave it to me despite that it was her mother's."

He sighed in exasperation, "What if she is lying? She could have ash wood with her but hid it."

Feeling rather offended by this accusation, y/n gathered up the courage and entered, "You know, if you have a problem with me then it'd be best to say it right into my face instead of saying it behind my back. It's not very nice."

The man who spoke of her in such way was tall with red hair and golden-brown skin, but still light enough. His face was brutally scarred from his brow to his jaw. His right eye was whole and russet-colored; but his left eye was ripped out by someone and had been replaced with an artificial mechanical eye made of gold that allowed him to see all the same.

He too had a mask, but in contrast to Tamlin's, this one was different. . .

He turned to her with a scowl, "You're the one to talk." he smirked then in a taunting way "Didn't you know that eavesdropping is also rude?"

"I never said that, at first I was passing by until I heard you mentioning me. It wasn't hard not to listen to your. . . conversation, neither of you seemed to try to lower your voices and I'm not sure if that was a good thing or not."

He looked at her for a moment, "What's your name, human?"

"I'm y/n Nightingale." she crossed her arms over her chest "And you are?"

A smirk appeared on his lips, "Lucien Vanserra." he did a mock bow - which was right as day that he was mocking it - causing y/n to scoff and Tamlin to sigh in defeat "Pleasure to meet you, y/n the human."

The way he spat the word with such spite only angered her more. She clutched her hands into fists but calmed down as she took a deep breath.

She turned to Tamlin, "I believe I was wrong. In contrast to your friend here, you are the most well mannered person I've ever met." she then glared at Lucien "You are the one who needs to relearn some manners."

°•°•°•°•°•°

A week passed by, and Lucien and y/n would always argue whenever they crossed paths. Tamlin, on the other hand, found himself fascinated by the young human. He'd always give her flowers or any kind of gifts.

He couldn't bare, though, hearing the two bickering like cats and dogs every time they walked in the same place. So, he came up with the idea of Lucien inviting her to dinner. . .

"Absolutely not!" Lucien said

"Lucien," Tamlin said rather firmly "That can't go on forever."

"Yes because she will die from old age. Just like all other humans."

His heart sunk at his friend's words.

"Please, at least try. This isn't like you - being rude."

He scoffed, "Alright."

When they went to the study room, they spotted her with her nose stuck on a book. Next to her was a parchment and it seemed like she was keeping notes. Lucien cleared his throat. Y/n stopped what she was doing and once she saw that it was him - her face dropped.

"Oh. . . It's you. . ."

He tried to feign a smile, "Yes, me. I came here to ask you to join us to dinner."

She smirked, "Only if you ask politely."

His eye twitched a little as he tried his best to keep the smile, "Will you *please* join us for dinner?"

She smiled, "Well, since you said 'please'. . . Of course!"

°•°•°•°•°•°

A month passed, currently y/n was taking a break from her study and was sitting on the grass of the magnificent garden. A particular plant that captured her attention was. . .

"Dandelions?" a familiar voice questioned, she looked over her shoulder and saw Lucien. "Why dandelions? They have nothing special."

She chuckled genuinely, "I beg to differ. The leaves and roots of the plant can be medicinally used as a tonic for removing toxins from bloodstream, as they serve as a mild diuretic to improve the digestive system functioning."

He slowly sat beside her, "That's why you like this. . . plant so much? Are you a healer?"

"It's not my speciality, I'm still learning, but the reason for loving this kind of plant is the fact that when you blow it, its petals leave and it looks like they're floating away." she chuckled "When I was a little kid, I thought they were little fairies in ballerina costumes. Ever since then, I always wanted a house surrounded by dandelions. . . So I could see them ever morning I wake up."

"I was right." she looked at him with confused and innocent eyes "You are the weirdest woman I have ever met." she scoffed and stood up to leave but Lucien grabbed her wrist - stopping her "Weirdest and most. . . fascinating." her face flashed red and sat back down "Could you tell me more about dandelions and other plants?"

He looked truly intrigued. Y/n smiled and nodded her head.

°•°•°•°•°•°

Two years later, Lucien and y/n had grown very close. Much to Tamlin's unhappiness. He knew that as much as he - Lucien also bore feelings for the human girl.

Though he could see that she returned Lucien's feelings. He did not speak of how he felt to neither her or Lucien.

One day, the red headed fae came to him and told he would like to surprise her with a house in the woods which will be surrounded by dandelions. Tamlin's breath hitched but did as his friend requested.

When it was ready, Lucien took her there. The house was close away to the mansion in case something happened but not way too close. Inside the place everything was prepared, there was even a huge bookcase with lines of books.

And outside in the garden, the house was surrounded by a sea of dandelions. Both white and yellow. Seeing the grin on her face, Lucien finally found the opportunity to confess.

He expected her to scream, to kick him out and refuse the house but instead - he felt a pair of soft s/c lips touching his. Y/n felt butterflies in her stomach as her face heated up. For a second, she was worried that she crossed a line until he kissed her back and deepened the kiss.

°•°•°•°•°•°

Ten years passed by, Tamlin was still silently in love with her but wouldn't utter a word especially now that Lucien and y/n were married

Y/n tucked in the bed her three year old daughter and five year old son. Her daughter had her eyes but Lucien hair and personality. Her son had her hair and personality but Lucien's eyes.

On her finger was a golden ring with letters engraved on it. She extinguished the candles of the bedroom and went to the living room. There, she began reading a book as she waited for her husband's arrival.

A hour later, she heard a heavy knock on the door. She placed the book on the table and answered it.

It wasn't her husband's face that she encountered. It wasn't a fae but a group of human men - a mob. They all had pitchforks and torches.

"Are you y/n Vanserra?" a man with an intimidating look on his face questioned

"I am. What of it?"

He turned to the others, "Arrest this Fae Whore."

"I don't understand, what's wrong—?"

"Silence!" d/n and s/n heard the noise and peeked out from their window. The men grasped her tightly so she couldn't escape. "For sleeping with a fae and befriending one too, you shall be punished."

"They are not like the legends!" she said, sounding almost like she was pleading "Both of them are kind and sweet! My husband and my friend wouldn't do something to hurt you but if you kill me they'll be worse than your legends!"

"Your threats are fruitless, whore." he turned to the men who were holding her "Take her."

They all began leaving the forest to return to the Mortal Realm - dragging y/n with them.

"Please don't! You're making a terrible mistake! You have to listen!"

But her warnings only fell on deaf ears for they didn't even spare a look at her.

[pinkiepiebones]

Dear Zombie, we meet again. (I'm trying out new catch phrases, but it is still I, your old friend, Robbie) I am still recovering from the flood of feelings the Little Bit story caused, but I would hate to leave my friend in need. On a tangentially related note, have you read Junji Ito's The Spiral (a.k.a. Uzumaki)? Upon reading it, I would not recommend spiraling to anyone. Don't do it!

To the prompt: Would you please tell the world about that time I got Dracula to watch a "Dracula" adaptation? Your friend, always, Robbie

You try out as many catch phrases on me as you want, bud. And I'm sorry the story made emotions happen, but, like- she loved you, man. And you loved her! If you didn't you wouldn't have placed her somewhere you knew she'd be safe and happy and spoiled. You're a good person. Little Bit had a wonderful life thanks to you. ❤️

I read Uzumaki a long time ago. Heh, didn't take you for a manga guy- a horror manga guy at that (though I guess after Dracula, most horror would be... not so bad?). Really I know I should go give it a reread someday but I keep thinking of the last Ito story I saw, all I remember from it was this gross guy who's face was like one giant zit UGH I feel my skin crawl just thinking about it!! Can't deal, won't deal.

... Oh, the movies! Yes yes.

The legend of Dracula inspired imaginations throughout the decades. Films, books, television series, even video games, all existed simply because of the allure, the gothic romance of Count Dracula.

Renfield scoffs as he eavesdrops on some young men discussing something called Castlevania. As if a whip could do anything to Master...

Dracula never spoke much of his storied past, nor did his doting familiar Renfield ever ask. Sometimes, usually after he had fed on a few drunk sorority or fraternity kids, Dracula would sometimes stare contemplatively into the fireplace and mutter about someone named "Bram." Renfield never asked. It wasn't his place to ask.

Renfield picks up a video cassette as he stalks the woman in the rental store. He starts to pretend to read the cover but then actually reads it because it sounds too preposterous to be real- "'The Satanic Rites of Dracula'?" he asks aloud. The woman he's stalking looks over at him. "Oh, that's a sequel, if you can believe it" she says.

The turn of the century was a thrilling thing to Renfield. He was born close enough to 1900 that the change over from the 1800s was not in even his earliest memories. But this- 2000! He wanted to celebrate, somehow. People were buying supplies and he kept hearing something about a virus and why two kay. All that mattered was food for master, and, maybe, just maybe, he could take Master to a theatre to show him a film. Maybe if Master eats really well...

Renfield frowns at the bookstore display. VAMPIRE ROMANCE is written in sparkling letters on a posterboard situated atop a shelf on wheels at the store's entrance. A young woman shoves past him to pull one off the shelf. "Oh, I want a vampire boyfriend so bad" she sighs. Renfield makes a choking noise as she walks away; he's not sure if he's trying to laugh at her or at himself.

At the height of his power, Master was known to have a disposition that was downright cheery. Renfield had shyly showed him the newspaper advert for the film, and the title alone piqued the vampire's interest.

"Dracula 2000." Dracula folded the newspaper and Renfiled flinched, anticipating the paper either being thrown at him or rolled up and used to hit him, but Dracula does neither; he sets the paper on the arm of the plush armchair he's claimed as his and says "well, how does one go about purchasing theatre tickets in this day and age?" Renfield was giddy with delight.

Renfield glances at the poster gracing the wall of the victim's bedroom. Dracula 3D. Renfield chuckles as he ties the unconscious man's arms. "I suppose that's fate, or something," he says to himself.

It was Christmas Eve and Renfield sat right beside Master in the middle of the auditorium. Master had 'convinced' the ticket taker that no no, we don't need tickets, thank you so much darling. We! Renfield dared to think about the early days when Master wined and dined him, seduced him... held his hand and touched him and bit him and pulled him down into bed and...

Dracula 2000 was fucking awful. A descendant of Van Helsing owned an antique store built where Carfax Abbey had once stood. A group of thieves broke in and found the coffin, Dracula's coffin, inside an underground vault. Some of the thieves died and the remainder decide the coffin must be valuable so they nick it and head to New Orleans but Dracula woke up and killed everyone, causing the thief's plane to crash in a swamp. Dracula then wandered the modern world a bit, and a record store was featured quite prominently. Somewhere in the nonsensical story they proclaim Dracula was Judas Iscariot, and this was given as reason for Dracula's hatred of symbols of Christianity. And Dracula died shortly after freeing the leading lady from the curse of vampirism. The movie was atrocious, with an agonising rock and roll soundtrack and nonsensical action sequences. Renfield felt sick when the credits started rolling because he knew Master would take out his aggression on him. Perhaps Master would pull all his teeth out by hand? He hadn't done that one in a decade or so.

"That-" Dracula growled. He couldn't finish his thought. He threw his head back and- and laughed! He laughed, loud and genuine, and Renfield chuckled nervously along with him.

"That was absurd!" Dracula said, giggling. "An utter farce. It was- oh, what's the phrase, Renfield? 'So bad it's good'?"

"Um, yes, I think that's it, Master."

Dracula was smiling and staring at the credits as they continued to roll. "I didn't catch the name of the actor who-" He chuckled- "so valiantly attempted to portray me."

Renfield glanced up, pretending to see the name (he had committed it to memory in case Master wanted to find the actor and kill him). "Gerard Butler?"

The vampire clucked his tongue. "They could have chosen someone more in line with my good looks." He stroked his chin. "What was the movie we saw on television a few years back, when we were staying at that hotel?"

Renfield's eyes were big. He never imagined that Master would care to remember little things. "Um, I think it was Face/Off?"

Dracula grinned. "Yes. I think the actor in that one would play a good 'me.'" He turned to look at Renfield. "What do you think?"

"D-do you mean Jon Travolta or Nicolas Cage?"

The count frowned and turned his attention back to the winding down credits. "Surely you should be able to tell," he sighed.

Robert is perusing an estate sale with Rebecca. Ideally, he's hoping to find a tableware set more in line with his, what Rebecca calls 'retro kitsch' aesthetic. He opens a box and sees a pile of DVDs and video cassettes. One is labelled "Dracula 2000."

"I'll take a dollar for that whole box," the man running the sale says. Robert carefully closes the box.

"Ah, no thanks."

[i-am-just-a-kiddo]

10 characters

tagged by @talays-portkey ❤ I chose 10 characters from 10 different things that I consumed this year and liked.  I’m gonna say a few things about each and try to keep it short. 

tagging @intyalote, @the-cloud-whisperer, @not-saying-revolution-but, @cortue, @isabellaofparma, @sassyassassy. Have fun, there’s no rules!

continues under the cut: 

Sean /Not Me: The Series (2021)

Not Me, as a whole, breaks me in the best ways possible. And Sean - he’s just everything to me. In my opinion, one of the most beautiful character arcs you can give me is having a character find a few more reasons to live. Make them start cherishing their life as a thing that should be protected and you have me on the floor sobbing. And Sean is this to me - comfort and pain wrapped in one person.

Jim Jimenez /Our Flag Means Death (2022)

Do you know how hard it is to choose only one character from this damn show? I love them all so much, with my entire heart. But Jim is my special kid okay. It truly hits diffently, seeing them having their own arc in this silly little show, being just as silly with their crewmates, but also being badass and cool off the side and also having such a precious friends to lovers romance alongside everything. My beloved. 

Ayukawa Ryuuji “Yuka”/ Blue Period (2021)

This anime wrecked me, everything about Yuka wrecked me. Their story made me cry for two hours straight and unlocked something in my brain. I don’t know how to explain. 

Shen Yi /Under The Skin (2022)

With everything happening this year, I almost forgot I watched this show, but everytime I remember it, I’m so incredibly fond. It’s rare to watch a crime show that feels comforting, but this one does it! And I attribute a lot of it to this lovely protagonist, because he is so warm, sensitive and charismatic. I loved watching Shen Yi and going through all these cases from his point of view. He just feels like such a comforting presence and honestly, more protagonists should have this characteristic. Let them be gentle!! 

Guillermo de la Cruz/ What We Do in the Shadows (2019-?)

As someone on this hellsite put it - he’s the most character ever. Last week I finally caught up with the new season and I’m all here for Guillermo’s emancipation arc! Fuck it up son!!!! I’m cheering you on, keep doing your hot girl shit!

Vegas Theerapanyakul & Pete / Kinnporsche: La Forte (2022)

Yes I’m cheating again but what are you gonna do about it. I couldn’t choose between these two because I find them both equally as engaging and interesting. If you’ve been following me - you know. You know the insanity I feel for these two. Who would’ve thought comfort is stored in the toxic BDSM couple. Emotional support fucked up men. Truly on the top of the list for this year.

Striga /Castlevania (2017-2021)

Listen it doesn’t need much - give me a queer muscly lady with a huge sword and the coolest action sequence of the series and you have me sold. My actual favourite is Alucard, but I feel like we, as a society, should appreciate love and go crazy over Striga a bit more. Like, she’s right there!!

Lucifer Morningstar /The Sandman (2022)

I just think they’re neat. Once again a show full of wonderful, beautiful characters, but Lucifer simply lives in my mind rentfree. @ netflix I beg, please renew this show so we can get the sequel with Lucifer going apeshit. I’m on my knees. 

Wen Ning / The Untamed (2019)

Sooooooooo I’ve been rewatching this curse of a show for the past week while lying sick in bed with covid and. AND. After three years the pain truly does not get better. Once again, I did not know who to choose for this - every single character in this god forsaken show deserves their own spot. But I somehow ended up on my darling, my boy, my favourite Ghost General. His story arc fucks me up so badly every time and yet it is one of the most beautifully tragic things. He’s a red thread, pulled through the entire story, and it makes my heart bleed. (and yes @the-cloud-whisperer​, I’m gonna come back to you soon and finally scream with you properly)

👑 Louis de Pointe du Lac / Interview With the Vampire (2022-?)

2022 has not ended yet but I know this guy takes the crown. I’ve been a fan of the Vampire Chronicles since I was 15 and finally. FINALLY. I get what I fucking deserve. And FINALLY here is a Louis that I adore - one that is charismatic, one that feels raw and real, and one I can finally love and be invested in. This show truly made me fall in love with his character when before that, he always paled in my affection to Lestat. He always kinda bored me in the books and the movie adaptation. As my friend put it: we all want to be Lestat but actually we are all Louis. But here is he at last, my highest quality blorbo: Louis de Pointe du Lac, resident disaster man full of existential despair, wrath and love. This show is all I’ve been thinking about and I will not apologise. 

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||The Breakout: Part six||

Hi there everyone once more, Peahen here with the next chapter with the mini breakout series in some way. I hope you guys will like this one but it will involve two new couples.

||Drabble Summary||

After the failed escaped breakout, it seems Ren and Chuya were going to stay. However, in another section it seems two more was trying to get out. However, the wardens Kuya and Quincy were watching over the two prisoners Shinryu and Adrian. It seems Kuya beaten the naughty puppy prisoner Shinryu. Now it was Quincy's turn. Will Adrian beat him or will he win? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~Will have heavy rough NSFW in this drabble

~Teasing/flirting is present

~Swearing is present

{{Guests in this drabble)}

Kuya and Quincy belongs/from the mobile game NU Carnival but also to my friend and rp partner @ask-the-monster-nest

Shinryu Hyabusa Akumushi (oc) and Adrian(Alucard) belongs to the anime series Castlevania but also to me since I rp as him as a muse.

((Note: This drabble will have mistakes and grammar mistakes but as I always say, this is written for fun. With that I hope you like it and enjoy the drabble. So we are going with the next couple: Quincy and Adrian. Please enjoy.))

It seems word was spreading around resulting in the few prisoners trying to get out of here. So far, a few has failed to get out and remains trapped. Now it seems another was trying to get out but avoiding the warden in this section.

'Seriously, he's not giving up. Even if he tends to rest through most of the shifts, he seems to really wanna catch me this time.' Adrian or Alucard most of the prisoners call him was hiding somewhere but making sure the warden didn't see him.

Quincy was the warden of this place looking around to try finding Adrian who slipped past him. He had to be around somewhere but he was pretty quick. He was trying to find him but no luck to look in another area.

Adrian saw him leaving that he quickly goes to find another place to hide. However, as he was making a turn, he felt someone grab his shirt and arm.

"Found you." Quincy caught him but Adrian struggles to quickly flip and jump over him to try running off. However, Quincy follows after him down the hallway. However, he looks to see him rush down or through the door to see him trapped in a room. Quincy quickly grabs him again to pin him against the wall.

Adrian was wincing from the hold of the warden as he tries to get him away but couldn't. "Oh no, your not going anywhere this time. You really think you can get away from me?" he looks to Adrian but he only looks at him while chuckling.

"No...but knowing you you're always on your toes aren't you?" he teased but Quincy only looks at him but sees Adrian just look up to him silent.

"What? Did I strike a nerve?" he asked but Quincy held his chin to lift his head up but Adrian only smiled looking up at him. He always liked teasing this man but it was exciting to see what he might do. Though, he got his answer when feeling him press up against him but he looks to him again. The two had a silent expression on their faces but as Quincy was about to speak, Adrian suddenly leans in to kiss his lips.

His eyes widen a bit but sees him hold it before he breaks the kiss. Adrian smiled to look at him but he licked his lips that made the warden silent. "You sneaky-"

"Awwwww, I'm just having a small taste. I won't bite too much....I don't even know your name yet and you already got me excited." He teased but Quincy keeps him pressed more that Adrian looks.

"What? Are you getting all shy with m-" His words got stopped by a sudden kiss. He blushes from the kiss and yet he looks feeling his hands touching his chin to keep him close. In a moment he breaks the kiss panting.

"Tease.." He whispered but Adrian purrs to wink.

"If I'm a tease then do something about it.." he said to see the warden blush again to lean in and kiss him deeply while they were making out.

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"Ahhh f..fuck, your rough!" Adrian groans feeling Quincy thrusting into him deep but he only gets kissed on the neck, feeling him bucking up into him deeper and deeper. He was hard and already excited to keep him trapped.

"That's because I'm trying to punish you for being a tease. You should know that." He always teases or messes with him during his patrol but he was going to make him see today. He snaps his hips up, hearing Adrian cry out in pleasure feeling his hole getting stuffed. He seriously was a brute but he loved being treated this rough.

"Ahhhh ahhhhhh g.good..fuck your really good~" He moans trying to buck his hips down but Quincy kept making him bounce more and more on his lap.

He was panting still thrusting into him more that he groans loving how tight Adrian was getting. Even if he's been watching him from the start of his arrival in his prison, he's always been a interesting one. He keeps bucking his hips down but more of those weak moans slips past his lips.

He leans in kissing and biting his shoulder, hearing a hiss from Adrian but that changed into a moan feeling him pounding away that his hands tighten around his waist. He seriously felt way too good and he couldn't stop if he wanted to.

"Haaaa you need to get tighter. I can't make you lose it if your not tight." He orders smacking his rear that Adrian yelps, doing as he said. Hissing loudly from the monster of a dick pushing inside. He already came a little but he still hungers for more. He looks down at the floor moaning out worse but he only goes stronger and stronger. He was strong enough to lift him off his feet a bit that Adrian claws the wall.

"Come o..on you big b.brute. I thought you wanted m..me to be lost into pleasure. W..were you just saying that?" he panted out dazed but feels him tightening that he cries out again. It felt too good again but he was slamming his hips down trying to get Quincy to go worse on him.

"Hmmm if you want more..then ask properly. I want you to beg for more or I'm not doing it." He said but Adrian shivers in the tone even if this man was something else, he was a tease. Feeling weak, Adrian moans to look at him.

"I want more...I want you to destroy me. Make m..me cum all over the wall till you fill me up. Please? I want you to...." He begs but Quincy panted still thrusting up to go harder as he cries out. He claws his back a little but Quincy groans out with a hiss in pleasure still thrusting into him.

"It's a good start but we will work on it. I'll be sure your begging for it.." he said still thrusting more but he knew Adrian wouldn't be running away for a long time. And honestly? Adrian didn't seem to mind that even if he was moaning out to this warden to what he was going to be dazed for a bit.

[more-than-a-princess]

@healingwords​ asked:  👀 - Name a series you've recently started!

Munday Questions meme

Possibly the most dangerous question on this list (for infodumping at least!). In short, when I’m not writing here, taking part in a few hobbies, or working...I’m likely reading or watching something. Partly for work and partly because I’m addicted to manga sites and my kindle, I’m never not starting, in the middle of, or finishing a series. Video games are easy though: like every other otome fan with a Switch, I’m on Piofiore 1926 and Amnesia Later x Crowd.

That said, here’s a few things I’m currently into or have just started:

Books:

Bow Street series and Gamblers of Cravens series by Lisa Kleypas (might as well go through all of her historical romance series at this rate)

Rokesby series/Bridgerton prequels by Julia Quinn (Please be better than the Smith-Smythe series!)

Girl Meets Duke and Spindle Cove series by Tessa Dare

The Selection (series) by Kiera Cass

A Court of Thorns and Roses (series) by Sarah J. Maas (my friends are convinced this is a fantasy series I will actually love! So I’m giving book 1 a shot)

I’m also waiting on a few other series to drop some updates/next editions in their respective series, too. But the above is what I’m actively reading.

TV:

She-Hulk (haters to the left, this is an incredible series and Jennifer Walters & She-Hulk have been my favorite Marvel characters for years), What We Do in the Shadows (Just finished Season 4!), The Bear, Miss Scarlet & The Duke Season 2, Rings of Power, Sandman, Never Have I Ever, and I need to start Andor. Some of these I watch with my fiancé and we are very slow at catching up.

I also have my super guilty pleasure show of Real Girlfriends in Paris no don’t look at me like that, I hate almost everyone on it but I get sweeping shots of Paris and that’s what counts

I’m waiting for a lot of new series updates to drop after seeing what Netflix/Tudum is offering, including but not limited to: Bridgerton, Bridgerton: A Queen Charlotte Story, The Crown, You, Elite, Stranger Things, Castlevania, Emily in Paris, Wednesday, Lupin, Squid Game, and 1899. Someone yell at me to finally start and finish Enola Holmes and The Umbrella Academy, too.

And for Hulu...I need Season 3 of The Great. So much. 

Manga:

I read a lot of josei and historical manga/manhwa, mostly! I need to get caught up with the new chapters that just dropped of Father, I Don’t Want to get Married!. I’ve also just started Is It Fortune or Is It Woe? and I just finished What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim?. 

Everything else I either need to start from the beginning or I’m waiting on new updates.

[ruiniel]

A fun, albeit awkward scenario shortly after the main trio first form (maybe while they're setting up the camp fire together?) and they're just trying to get to know one another a little better by asking random questions. You don't have to use these exact lines or anything, but off the top of my head I picture Sypha whispering to Trevor "Do I offer him food, or...?" Trevor replying "Not unless you don't mind exposing your neck." and Al "... I can hear you, you know." or something to that extent, just some friendshippy silliness from the disaster trio, please? :) PS: Sorry this is Ask is a bit late.

Hi, friend! I'm so sorry this comes so excruciatingly late. It's really just a scene with dynamic development drama, but hope you like something of it. Didn't turn out very friendshippy though... but things look up by the end

No more, no less, none other

Fandom: Castlevania Series (2017-2021)

Rating: T

Count: 1.3K

Characters: Trevor Belmont, Sypha Belnades, Alucard

Additional tags: early Castlevania season II, trephacard

The flames smolder, warming Trevor’s stiff side, though the cold earth beneath him serves as a pesky if efficient aid to stay awake, to keep an ear out for their surroundings.

His attention wanders. Alucard sits somewhere in the wagon cart, he thinks, though Trevor’s yet to completely assess either of his newish companions, and as always, that makes him uneasy. Not knowing things, not having figured out all the angles to a situation has never been his way, but then this is no ordinary situation either.

“You’re a sight.” 

Sypha. She neared him without Trevor noticing, arranging her robes as she folds her legs and sits near their campfire, yawning and holding a bowl of steaming something. It doesn’t smell of anything, really, and in the flickering orange light it’s hard to make out what it is.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Trevor says, poking the fire.

His stomach grumbles. He can’t recall the last time he’s had a meal, and even though it’s a state he’s become accustomed to through the years, it’s uncomfortably loud for the silence of this night. 

The fire spits sparks here and there. Sypha stirs, then reaches into a pocket — just how many does she have hidden within those robes? — and retrieves a small leather pouch, then pours its contents into the bowl. 

“... some aid for sore muscles?”

“No, Trevor.” She’s taken to calling him by his first name lately. He’s not heard it from someone else in a long time. It feels… strange. “It’s just raisins, to go with the oats.”

“...oats?”

Sypha stirs the contents of the bowl again, nodding, and offering it up to him. 

“... so this is what you were boiling over the fire earlier,” he raises the wooden spoon, looks at it curiously.

“It’s food, Trevor. For eating.”

“Ha.” He tastes—not bad; hasn’t had anything this sweet in a while. 

“... he’s not a threat, you know. You must learn to accept that.”

Trevor pauses with the spoon half-way to his mouth. “Tsch.” He looks away from the direction of the wagon cart. “It’s not that.”

Sypha purses her lips, her turn to poke the fire with a stick. “We’re in this together. We’re here. We have him, it happened as it was told.”

Trevor scoffs. “Forgive me for being wary of prophecies. They tend to fall short.”

There is movement in the cart; his ears perk up.

“Alucard is not your enemy,” Sypha continues, still prodding the fire and watching the embers rise.

Trevor’s lost his appetite. He places the bowl aside. “That’s what I want to believe but…”

“We made it this far,” Sypha says. “And you can’t deny we work well together.”

Trevor raises an eyebrow, nodding towards the silent cart as to say ‘really, this is what you call ‘together’?’

Sypha’s a bright, quick-witted woman. He’s learned that the second she stared at him with eyes of flesh instead of stone. “Your derisive jokes about his dead mother might’ve had something to do with that.”

Trevor sighs. “It’s not like the dead can hear them.” He’s lost people, too. He knows what it’s like. He knows…

Ah, crap.

“No, but it’s the living who remember,” Sypha adds, and then, “Do you think we should offer him some?” she asks, before tasting some of the oat porridge.

“... Don’t know. Maybe he’d prefer some rat’s blood or something instead.”

“No, he would not,” they both start as Alucard descends from the cart, his expression unchanged since his speech earlier in the evening.

The hunter grits his teeth but stays silent as Alucard plops down beside them, a dour expression on his face. Trevor feels only mild regret at his words about Lisa, earlier.

“What was first… blood-letting?” 

 Idiot. Still.

“Hypersensitive hearing. Might’ve been good to share you have that ability too,” he grumbles instead, crossing his arms.

Alucard stares at him with a dispassionate gaze. “I was not aware I had to report every trait you don’t possess.”

The son-of-a… “Makes me wonder what else you’re hiding from us.”

“Trevor!”

Despite Sypha’s warning, he can’t let it go. “What do we really know about you? You just expect us to believe the sob story you shared earlier, to feel sorry for Dracula of all people?”

Alucard rises to his feet, very slowly. “I merely presented the situation. What is it that really bothers you about this, Belmont?” he asks, his voice low and cold. “Is it your prejudice or your fear? How am I to trust you, considering what your family’s done to my people throughout the centuries—”

“Hah!” Trevor scoffs, standing up too. “Listen, Fangs—”

“Enough!”

They both start as the campfire suddenly bursts forth, forcing them to leap back from each other.

“Enough of this, you’re both so exhausting!” 

Trevor beholds the angry, bright-eyed face glimmering in the firelight like it’s one with it, at the clenched fists as Sypha stares them both down. “I refuse to be a part of this any longer. This way, no matter how strong each of us is, with you two being at each other’s throats all the time, we’re bound to fail.” 

Trevor would laugh at the expression, even make a joke of it, if she weren’t so indescribably upset, and worse: disappointed. 

Why does he care?

Sypha squares her shoulders, looking at Alucard and then Trevor. “Take this night to figure out what you each want. By tomorrow, either one of you leaves, or I do. Or we stay together. But if we do, you both leave all of this,” she gestures at the both of them, “behind. All this doubt, the suspicion festering between you.”

Trevor stares at the unflinching resolve, the ice in her eyes; something stirs in his chest, but neither he nor Alucard say a word while their companion turns and paces away, and the wagon cart creaks with movement as she takes shelter within. 

The night is black, the stars are cold silver drops upon it. When Trevor looks back down, Alucard is gone.

~~

Sypha rises after a fitful sleep, and washes her face with water Alucard had brought from a stream nearby the other day. When she jumps out of the cart, arranging her robes, she blinks as sunlight plays across the foliage. Alucard is ahead, kneeling, apparently making preparations to start a fire.

She walks over to him, and with a snap of fingers kindles the flame. “What’s this for?” she asks, rubbing at her eyes. She remembers the other night, her words following another useless squabble. Sypha bites her lip in a manner of regret. She was angry then, but deep inside her conviction stays: it would take the three of them to succeed, no more, no less, and none other. 

“For breakfast,” Alucard says, producing a small, gilded pocket knife and proceeding to sharpen a branch by his side. 

“... breakfast?”

Footsteps near, and she turns to see Trevor, walking over with a quarry of fish. She looks at him, then at Alucard, who’s sharpened the last of the branches to a fine point.

Trevor drops the fish in Alucard's lap without much ado, earning himself a glare.

“Don’t look at me like that,” the hunter deadpans, already turning away. “It’s your turn to clean them.”

Alucard narrows his eyes, then with a sigh rolls up the sleeves of his formerly-immaculate shirt. 

“I’ll return soon,” Sypha says, turning on her way to retrieve a few known edible roots from the forest that go with their fare.

In the recess of the wagon cart, Trevor sits, pausing in the act of sharpening his throwing knives to witness her retreat, and the blooming smile on her face.

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[jojikawa]

𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. ♡

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✤Pairing(s): Alucard (Castlevania-Netflix)/Reader

✤Word Count: 3,891 words 20,655 characters

✤Summary: Elenwyn is the mother of (y/n) who is sick and dying of some unknown disease. No “prayers to god.” was helping at all. She pursued the art of science to get to the bottom of it and help (y/n), but she didn’t have enough resources. Although, she is close friends with Lisa, and that is how (y/n) met Adrian.

Part 1 - Part 2 (coming soon)

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A beautiful woman wearing a worn black dress had come into your room. You were just laying there on your wooden bed cushioned with pillows. You were hot and breathing through your mouth because of how stuffed your nose has become.

Your throat was also closing and breathing through your mouth was incredibly painful. From your watery eyes, you saw that all the woman in front of you could do is cry.

“(y/n). I know you’re in a lot of pain. I don’t know how you could get so sick as a baby. None of the medicine I created is working for you.” She whispered as she gripped crescents into her palms. “I have to contact Lisa.”

Lisa was like an aunt to you. She and your mother were best friends since they were children. You were born sick and always struggling and she took care of you with “science” she says it’s called.

Your mother studied “science” too. Lisa and your mother would work together and exchange notes. They put their minds together and created a medicine for that going to fight the virus growing inside of you. Or- it was supposed to.

It didn’t seem to be working…at all.

You were dying.

Lisa has informed your mother that she looked to Dracula for guidance in her research. You didn’t know what any of these words meant because you were too young.

Your mother walked over to your bed, resting her hand on your forehead. You were burning up. She changed the towels, putting a cool one that was folded neatly in the place of the last one.

You were unable to talk but you managed to utter:

“Mother…”

This made her heartbreak. She had to help you. She had to do something to save you. She couldn’t watch you die.

She gave you water before saying “I’ll be right back. Don’t try to get up. Keep all of your strength.” She then quickly got up, putting on her long black coat with a hood and disappearing out the door.

She went to Dracula’s castle. There was only one thing she could think of that would save you.

After she had arrived, she banged on the enormous doors that would keep normal humans out of the castle. “Dracula! Lisa! Please!” She shouted.

It was only seconds later that the doors had opened, Dracula appearing before her.

“What is it that you want?” His tall form peered down at her. Usually, it would frighten someone but she was too determined to be scared right now.

“I know that Lisa is here. I need her o-or you to help me. My daughter is dying and even with your research she’s not getting better.” Her eyes began to well up with tears.

Next to Dracula emerged Lisa. “Elenwyn? What are you doing out here? What’s wrong?” She ran over to your mother, embracing her.

At this point, your mother was too choked up to talk so Dracula answered for you. “She says that her daughter is dying and none of the remedies you’ve made from my teachings has worked at all.”

Lisa gasped. “Really? There’s nothing that you can do? Dracula?” She turned to him who had been unphased by the situation. He didn’t know your mother so he had no reason to be sad.

“I only have one idea that could save her. You’ll call me crazy but (y/n) is all I have left. I promised her father that I would protect her now that he’s gone. I can’t watch her die!”

“An idea? What is it?” Lisa asked in a calming voice. She thought that it was best to be a rock when she needed it.

“Dracula can cure her illness by turning her into a vampire.”

Yes, of course, it was insane. Dracula refused. His blood was most pure, he couldn’t just…give it out. What was she thinking?

Your mother begged. Offering her blood to him in exchange for saving you. She had even brought her own suicide weapon, telling him that she’d give him her blood. Lisa tried to fight her for control of it.

“Elenwyn, no!” Lisa cried.

Surely, one of you fragile humans would get hurt and if it were Lisa, he couldn’t have that at all.

He took the blade from her, breaking it in two and casting it away. “I’m not interested in your blood.” He said coldly.

Elenwyn gulped at his intimidating nature. The fear was beginning to set in. “Then how would we save her…?”

Lisa exhaled, having held in all the breath from attempting to disarm her best friend. “Dracula, I think you should do it. (y/n) just as big as Adrian. How would you feel if he were sick like that? We’re parents too.” She went to his side, hugging him and burying her face in his tall form.

In the end, Dracula had done so. He cured your incurable illness with his vampire blood. Your blood cells were overwhelmed and infused with his. The process was painful but when it was over, you were strong and healthy.

All your life you’ve struggled with being sick. Now there were no fevers, no coughing or vomiting. You were just a normal girl. It’s just that, you couldn’t stay with her anymore.

The Priests were too prominent and nosy. Your mother had prepared you to live with Alucard and his child son. She didn’t mind if you two had to live apart. As long as you lived.

The settled repayment was being taken under Dracula’s wing and learning the trade of a doctor. He could always use more helpers.

You didn’t like being away from your mom but you learned to like living with Dracula. You saw your mother almost every day and you got to play with Alucard. You mostly called him Adrian, though.

You expected him to be pushy and ruthless due to his nature of having a father of such power but Adrian was gentle and reminded you of Lisa. This made you gravitate towards a lot more and the boy began to like you too.

It was clear that he had feelings for you. The older the two of you got, the most he realized it. You were such a beautiful woman. Your hair has grown to be soft. He wanted to touch it but he didn’t want to be invasive.

Your vampire claws had grown and obtained the color of faint pink and you typically wore a corset dress that hung off the shoulders. It hugged your curves beautifully.

You figured out that Adrian had begun to like you when he would come to wake you every morning with food and a cup of blood. He made sure not to let any sunlight in that would harm you.

“You know, Adrian, there’s no need to come in so early since I have no reason to be up.” You giggled at his antics. Your gentle laugh always made him blush so much.

“I’m aware but how would you look sleeping all day and then poking around at night?” He answered, sitting at the foot of your bed as you ate.

“I see. Well, it’s kind of you to bring me this stuff without asking. Is there a reason?” You smiled at him, cocked an eyebrow his way.

Wasn’t it obvious? Did you really not know or were you just trying to get him to say it?

“Why else?”

“You’re unusually nice. I wouldn’t expect such kindness from someone as pretty as you.” You laughed again.

Wait,

Pretty?

You called him pretty!

“Why is that?”

“Well, why would a pretty person pay attention to me?” At this point you had finished your breakfast, slowly sipping the glass full of blood.

Adrian cleared his throat. “Maybe because that ‘pretty person’ likes you.”

You tilted your head at him. “Really?”

Once he realize what he had said, he brought his hand up to the top of his head, raking his fingers through his hair. “I thought it was obvious.” He uttered, turning away. He didn’t want to see your negative reaction.

“It was.”

Ah.

“How long have you noticed?”

You sat the used dishes aside, hopping out of bed and sitting at the end part next to Alucard. “It’s hard to tell. You lose track of time as a vampire. I stopped counting the days. It’s been a while, though.” You told him. “I like you too, Adrian. You’re the kindest man I’ve ever known. Before you, I knew nothing but sadness.” You rested your head on his shoulder as you spoke.

You both found this comforting.

“Your father took me in and trained my mother. I was a sick girl who was already ridden for death and my mother was a kind soul who had lost her mind while taking care of me. Here, you’ve taught me how to wield a sword and learn magic. I owe you everything. Since the beginning, I’ve seen you as more than just a roommate.” You explained. No part of you felt like crying. You were just happening, even while visualizing the horrible memories because you were happy.

“I wish your father could see how much you’ve grown.” That was all he said.

He felt bad that you never really got to meet your father. He was killed but your mother never told you how or why.

“I’m sure he can see me. That’s what I tell myself as a way of coping.”

You then began to caress his face with your claws. You enjoyed looking at him a lot. His appearance was unique. You traced romantic shapes into his skin and he let you. He wanted to ask what you were doing but it would surely ruin the moment.

When you were done, you grabbed his chin, bringing his face closer to yours.

“Did you know that I think about kissing you a lot?” His expression was straight and showed no sign of changing. His eyes were looking downward, at your lips.

“I didn’t know that at all.” Your face turned a deep shade of red.

Alucard’s eyes became half-lidded and he closed the distance between the two of you and you did so as well.

He pressed his lips to yours, grabbing the arm by the wrist that was holding his chin. He removed your hand and intertwined your fingers. You were really kissing Adrian!

It felt like a dream, being romantically involved with the half-vampire prince. Son of Dracula!

His father may have seen you as a peasant girl he helped by turning but after many times of Adrian, venting to his father and gossiping with his mother about you, he warmed up to you. Lisa made him very soft and likable.

You pulled away from Adrian for air. “W-Why did you kiss me?” You placed a hand on your cheek the other was still locked with Adrian’s.

“Isn’t that was you wanted?” He asked innocently. Was he going too fast? What were you going to do when you grabbed his chin? The purpose surely had to be to kiss him, right?

Now he was overthinking it.

“Yes, I wanted it but…I’m just an ordinary woman. You’re the son of Dracula and a kind human woman.” You chuckled at how gapped you were compared to him.

“You’re more than just an ordinary woman. You are also kind. Just like my mother. You’ve given me companionship since we were young and you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.” He kissed sweetly once again.

You were amazed.

“There was also something I wanted to give you.” You didn’t notice but he had been concealing a small box. “Oh, what is it?” You asked, politely. Using your vampire speed, you reached for it. It was far so you were basically laying across his lap now.

Turns out your speed was a lot faster than his. You examined the box and he quickly took it from you.

“It’s a gift, (y/n). You’re supposed to let me give it to you.” his voice and expression were soft but he was mildly annoyed by your impatient behavior, for it went off script from how he rehearsed this would go in his head.

“Okay then. Give it to me!” You smiled, kindly, letting him do his thing.

Alucard found your playful nature refreshing and with a smile, he revealed what was in the box.

It was a necklace.

It was the shape of a moon with diamonds engraved all around it. Hanging from the top was a bigger diamond and the centerpiece was a rose that was attached and a smaller diamond in the middle of it.

“W-Wow, Adrian. It’s so pretty.” You reached out for it but he moved his hand away.

“I would like to put it on you.”

“Oh, okay!”

You sat upright as he took the small piece of jewelry and opened the clasp. He draped it around your neck before doing a gesture with his hands.

You felt your cold cheeks heat up with delight at the situation. Does this mean you two were actually…together now?

It hadn’t been long. Maybe more than a half a year. You had spent more of your days with Alucard. He had special clothes for you made with his father’s research so that you could go out with him in the sunlight.

The attire was an adorable oversized Victorian bonnet, black gloves that went past your elbows and up your arm. You also had a black corset dress that covered any exposed skin from your lower body and lastly, you had heeled boots.

It was his best idea for being able to take you out when humans were active. He would never take you too far, though, he knew better than that.

At night, the two of you would fly around together and enjoy the sight of the moon. It was so romantic. You never knew what love was like until Alucard…no, just Adrian.

Your happiness was short-lived.

Adrian’s father returned and with that, a new world order had occurred. You were waiting for Adrian in your room to go out as planned one night but he never showed. You wondered what was taking him so long and went to investigate.

The sound of yelling, things crashing, and breaking is what led you to the scene. Not only was it devastating but it was scary. It made you extremely anxious and sad.

Adrian’s chest was cut open and the only other person there was Dracula.

“L-Lord Dracula….” You placed your hand over your mouth, unable to take your eyes off of what he had done to Adrian. “What’s going on…?”

“My wife is dead. Your mother is dead. Burned at the stake by humans.”

Your eyes widened. “What…?” You then looked over to Adrian who was still hurting, stabilizing himself with heavy breathing. You ran over to him and gave him support.

“I’m sorry.” That was all he has said. You didn’t understand. No one was explaining anything.

“I am going to rid the world of humankind and make them pay for what they’ve done.”

You didn’t want this, neither did Adrian. You assumed that this is why he was attacked. For trying to help him, Dracula punished you too.

You may have had the powers of Dracula because of his blood but you were still no match for the original. You were put into a comatose state and after he rid himself of Adrian, he unleashed demons onto the unsuspecting humans.

When Adrian was banished, you were kept in his room almost like a prisoner. He hired forge masters who made night creatures that would guard the outside.

It wasn’t pleasant at all. They starved you, just giving you enough blood to keep you alive. Perhaps, you could be used to lure out Alucard and give him a reason to come back to the castle.

Yeah, that’s how Dracula thought of it. He knew about the romantic interactions. It’s his son, of course. You were kept away from any form of contact and it was hell.

You missed Adrian. You missed freedom. You missed being able to feed freely. You cried almost every day. You hope and prayed that wherever Adrian was, he was okay and that he had the strength to save you.

You had almost given up hope when you heard rumors of Adrian. He recovered and was trying to find the castle. That was all you knew since you were very far and information didn’t travel well.

One night, it seemed like your prayers were answered. You felt the castle move again. You couldn’t tell whereas there were no windows.

It had only been less than 30 minutes later, you heard rumbling, crashing, and yelling, accompanied by loud grunts of pain. Fear set in as you heard the sounds growing closer.

You frantically looked around the room for a place to hide, but it was too late.

The moment the impact hit the wall, you closed your eyes, bracing yourself for any debris. Only a bit of it hit you hit there was no damage done.

You opened your eyes to see an injured Adrian on the ground and the smell of burning food. There was a fire as well.

You screamed, clawing at the bed beneath you, ruining it with your razor-sharp nails.

“(Y-Y/N)?” he called, recognizing your voice. He began to turn around to get a look at you but then Dracula approached.

At the sight of the two of you, he gasped. The vampire king’s eyes were wide. This whole time, he was fighting and killing his son. The woman of the child with who his son had built a connection was trapped like a prisoner in his room.

“It’s your home,” Dracula whispered

You didn’t know if you should brace Adrian or keep your distance. Dracula was left in a daze and you didn’t know what to do.

The room you’ve been in all this time was Adrian’s childhood room. It was almost poetic.

Dracula lamented about the situation, realizing he had become a monster and an enemy to those he loved. Adrian used this opportunity to kill his father. He slowly drove a wooden stake into his chest.

Horrified, you looked away, only able to hear the sounds of his death.

Two people, you had never seen before came in. It was a woman who looked like a monk and a man sporting a Belmont sigil. The man decapitated what was left of Dracula and the woman used some kind of magic to burn him. This caused smoke shaped like the soils of the dead to fill the room.

It was finally over.

These people were friends of Adrian. You were grateful for their help, although they were human.

You were still chained to the bed. His bed. You looked beaten, dirty, and scared out of your mind. Adrian used his sword to free you before holding you close.

It all seemed so unreal, even when making contact with him. “I thought you were dead.” Tears began to spill out of your eyes, wetting the shoulder of his coat.

“I…thought you were dead too.” He replied.

You pulled back from his embrace and kissed him. Adrian kissed back as he began to cry as well. He was always so emotional. Especially, for you. There was never a moment where he didn’t think about you.

Shortly, you heard someone clear their throat. It was the Belmont man. He and the woman he was with looked a bit out of place.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized. The sudden public display of affection may have thrown them off. “I’m guessing that Adrian didn’t tell you about me?” You asked, sheepishly as Adrian pulled you to your feet with him.

“Oh no! He has.” The woman said before she raised her hands in defense, smiling in a weird way while avoiding eye contact.

“Like…a lot, maybe.” The Belmont man looked off to the side, rubbing the nape of his neck.

“Oh?” You blushed before looking over at Adrian who was just kinda…there.

“You were my first love so…I thought I would just…” Adrian trailed off when you rested a hand on his cheek. He was shocked but leaned into it soon after. “You’re just as adorable as I remember.” You remarked.

The sun began to rise and you helped yourself to your normal clothes, the sun protective ones. Then you were finally able to get to know the ones Adrian had been traveling with.

The woman wearing monk’s clothing was named Sypha. She’s from a traveling caravan. The man was Trevor Belmont. You thought he was some brute who had stolen the Belmont clothing just to wear. Good thing you didn’t say anything!

“Wow. I was told there weren’t any Belmonts left.” You smiled happily. “The demise of Dracula wouldn’t have been possible without a group like this. You’re all unlikely heroes and I’m grateful that although I am a vampire, you spare me.” You bowed to them.

It was Trevor that made a backhanded comment about if they had tried to kill you then Adrian would become the next Dracula!

Your new life with Adrian was quiet and relatively normal for the most part. The castle was big and empty. Too big for just two. He wanted to talk to you about a child but you were severely weakened from purposely being starved by Dracula, so out of respect, he kept it to himself.

During the day, he would go out and gather food for himself. He was still part human after all. He would bring back potion bottles filled with blood for you to feast on so that you wouldn’t have to go out as often before you were ready.

You could tell that missed those people. He considered them friends. He asked you to teach him how to make small dolls and you obliged, of course! How could you say no to such an innocent request? The dolls you had worked with him to make resembled those people you had seen. You didn’t want to judge so you just figured that they could be gifts if you ever saw them again!

Until one day you heard him…talking to them?!

You had been trying to navigate the house during the day, jumping from shadow to shadow to find Adrian because you had just missed him and wanted to see him early in the morning.

The way he was able to mimic Sypha and Trevor’s accents and dialect was really impressive but also alarming.

“A-Adrian?” You wanted to enter the kitchen but the sun was shining too bright. “(y/n)? I-I, um…”

“Are you talking to yourself, dear?” You asked from afar. The man fell silent, embarrassed at his display of being a tiny bit unhinged from his adventures. “And why are you using such vulgar language?”

“Oh my god…I am losing my mind.”

You didn’t know if you should laugh at his antics or be sad. The two of you had such lost time together. He grew and changed so much while you were a prisoner. Weren’t you supposed to be the one losing your mind, though?

It had only been a month. You were still recovering from your situation but maybe you could do something to help his bitter loneliness.

[fbfh]

I think you've horribly misread the situation [shitty roommate pt 2] - leo x reader

wc: 2.3k

genre: contemporary drama, you're definitly going to get second hand embarrassment, cozy fluff

pairing: leo x reader, attempted isabella x leo

reader: gender neutral, they/them

requested: hell yeah

warnings: mild swearing, roommate tries to steal your man once again, mentions of various mainstream vampire media (twilight, the vampire diaries etc.), brief mention of castlevania (even though i haven't seen it yet lol), breif mention of videogames and assassins creed, very mild delusion (roommate is secretly convinced leo is a vampire that's in love with her), attempted age gap relationship (she's 17 and leo's 19, he shuts that down real fast), very bad poetry

summary: You and Leo are both looking foward to spending a long weekend together, and Leo is determined not to let anything interrupt it, even if it means turning down your roommate's attempts to seduce him in the kitchen.

a/n: absolutley no hate or shade or judgement to anyone who has the same or similar traits as isabella!!!!!! at her core she's annoying because she's the antagonist, not bc of any isolated trait or traits

also she's shitty cause she keeps trying to steal your boyfriend?????

Edit: I forgot to mention before, but this is a college au where you're both still demigods, so you went to camp and on quests and stuff together

This weekend is going to be all about recharging. Recharging from the ridiculous back to back closing and opening shifts at work, recharging from having to redo that stupid project twice because your professor couldn’t decide on a clear way to define the criteria, and recharging from Isabella having her townie friend Regan over almost non stop to “completely shake up her look” as she put it.

Between the constant presence of someone you’d barely consider an acquaintance and Big Time Rush’s self titled album blasting on repeat out of her giant airpod shaped speaker, it’s been harder than usual to get in some effective self care. You have no idea how many more times you can hear the phrase “I’m going for Jade West meets Elena Gilbert, with just a little Buffy Summers” before you lose your fucking mind.

Thankfully, the hard part is almost over. There’s some minor holiday tomorrow on friday, so you and Leo both have a three day weekend ahead of you, which you intend to spend entirely together. You planned ahead, frontloading homework, chores, errands, and everything you could think of to remove anything that isn’t cuddling or playing video games and watching netflix together from your horizon.

This includes going straight from work to the grocery store to stock the fridge and get any snacks you and Leo want. You had texted him a while ago asking for anything he was craving, and head into the store with a concrete list. After a while, you circle around some aisles, avoiding the check out.

“I feel like I’m forgetting something,” you muse, knowing it’s untrue, but hoping to trigger a memory anyway. You can’t put it off any longer, finally checking out and heading back to your apartment. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t avoiding Isabella just a little.

You know bringing in all these groceries would be way easier with Isabella and possibly Regan’s help, but you just don’t have the social energy to talk to anyone, much less her, right now. By some miracle, you bring everything in yourself, and hope to get it put away before you see Isabella.

You turn to the freezer, putting away the ice cream. When you turn back around, you’re suddenly met face to face with Isabella, who has opened one of the boxes and is picking at a pastry.

“Hey girlie,” she says, elongating the hey.

“Hey,” you reply lethargically, putting the last of the groceries away. She looks at the pastry in her hand like she’s just noticing it.

“Sorry, I can’t help it, I’m italian.” She smiles, endeared by her own behavior. You have no idea what being italian has to do with asking before you open a box of your roommate’s food, but this really isn’t out of character for her. She brings up the fact that she’s half italian more than Lele Pons blames her behavior on being latina.

She’s wearing sweatpants that say chaser on the leg in red and gold varsity font, and a tight tee shirt that says “it’s okay to love them both” with silhouettes of the male love interests from one of the vampire shows she always watches. You collect the plastic bags to put in recycling, and see a piece of paper on the counter.

It reads as follows:

Drowning in my mind

No one hears me cry

Who was I before society

Before society put me in a pink dress

And handed me blonde hair dye

And told me to lose ten pounds or be labeled a freak?

The happiest people cry the most

Let the lyrics be your story

But I’m not like the other skinny blonde pretty girls

I’m

Different

-b.g. xox

You hold back a sigh.

“I think this is yours.” you say, handing it to her.

“Oh, it’s just some of my poetry I left lying around, that’s so embarrassing.”

I know, you think, you do that all the time.

“Did you read it?” She asks, hopefully.

“Nope.”

“Thank god, that would have been so embarrassing. My poetry is something really… deep, and personal to me.”

“Uh huh. Hey, I’m going to be doing a lot of self care this weekend, so-”

“Oh!” she interjects, eerily similar to Phoebe Buffay - you guess she’s been watching friends again - “I wanted to ask… is Leo coming over later?” Her voice is riddled with subtext, the expression on her face a little too invested in your answer.

“Uh, yeah. I told you the other day we’re spending the weekend together…”

She cuts you off again, a sudden, intense look on her face.

“When will he be here?”

You check your phone, scrolling through your recent texts.

“By 7 at the latest.” It’s around 6:40 now.

“Oh my god, I have to change,” she rushes back to her room, presumably digging through her recent additions to her closet.

You’re frozen for a minute after the interaction, left with a furrowed brow and the beginnings of a headache. You blink, then choose to reschedule processing why she feels the need to change for your boyfriend to a more convenient time. That’s enough of that for today. You don’t care what else happens, you’re not talking to anyone besides Leo for at least the rest of the day. You retreat to your room to finally shower and change into something comfy. As you pass by Isabella’s room, you hear her talking to Regan.

“...There’s something almost… supernatural about him.”

You bite back a laugh.

“Do you think he’s a…” Regan begins, ending the sentence with something too quiet to hear, but you’d bet almost any organ she said vampire.

So close. So, so close, and yet… here you are.

Not much later, Leo texts you to let you know he’s here. You read his text, and run out to hug him in the living room before even typing a reply. He picks you up, and spins you around. The embrace is warm and fulfilling and familiar, and you wish it would last forever.

“Hi, Sparky.” you murmur into his neck.

“Estrella…” he says, rocking you back and forth gently and pressing a kiss into your jawline, “I missed you so much.” He punctuates the sentence with another kiss, this one to your lips, and you smile more genuinely than you have all day. You’re about to agree when you remember the good news you’ve been saving to tell him in person.

“Guess what I got on sale for like, half off,” you start, excitedly, continuing at his invested expression, “the Assassin’s Creed bundle I showed you!”

“No way,” he starts, and you nod.

“I’ll go get everything set up, drinks are in the kitchen!” He watches you retreat into your room, disbelieving how he could possibly get someone as perfect as you to fall for him. He’s not going to question his luck. He grabs a couple caffeinated sparkling ices, and meets you in your room, setting down his bag and grabbing some comfy clothes to change into.

As you both get settled in, you fill each other in on all the ridiculous shit you’ve been through this week. You finally conclude the bizarre - yet somehow standard - Isabella escapades.

“So I will be avoiding all contact as much as possible,” you laugh.

“Yeah, no shit,” he agrees, “Consider me your human buffer.” You thank him, hugging him again and pressing a kiss to his lips.

The next couple hours are spent cuddling and finishing season 4 of Castlevania. Both reeling from the season finale, you agree this is a good place to take a break, get some food, and decide what game you should start with. It’s already 10pm, which most people would consider too late for dinner, but you have all weekend to fuck up your sleep schedules.

“Let’s review,” Isabella says, holding up two red lipsticks. She turns to Regan. “Which one?”

“That one,” Regan says, pointing to the one on the left, then turns to her list, and continues. “Here’s what we know; we’ve never seen him eat, and he never seems tired. He’s really smart-”

“Almost too smart,” Isabella adds, selecting black rose dangle earrings from her jewelry. Regan agrees, and continues.

“He’s almost hypnotically attractive, and his smile is a little too dazzling.”

“There’s something… supernatural about him. Like he’s not… all human.”

Regan writes this down.

“Plus he’s always wearing black and red, and those flowy button up shirts? It’s all adding up, Ree. That dream that someone was outside my window, the ring, everything…” She says, referencing the black and red cocktail ring she’d found with her stuff when she’d first moved, “I’m not saying it’s definite, just that… there’s a chance.”

“What about…” Regan says hesitantly, nodding toward your room.

“Please,” she scoffs, “he’s only with them to get close to me, like Damon and Caroline. Edward couldn’t have just approached Bella out of the blue, he had to infiltrate her friend group first, to seem less suspicious. Not to sound mean or anything, but they really don’t seem like the type someone… like him… would choose.” her voice gets dreamy when she mentions him.

In spite of having seen most mainstream vampire media almost as many times as Isabella, Regan still considers her the expert on these things, and decides not to point out that Edward didn’t infiltrate Bella’s friend group. Maybe it comes up in one of the retellings she hasn’t read yet.

“So, what now?”

Isabella sets down her lipstick, and turns to her friend.

“I tell him.”

Regan’s eyes widen.

“You’re going to tell him you know?”

“No… not yet. It’s too soon, we don’t have enough evidence. I’m going to tell him I know he’s in love with me, then once he’s secure in our relationship... we’ll see where it goes.”

She stands up, assessing herself in the mirror. She chose her outfit carefully; short red dress with black roses and black mesh collar, black rose bracelet to match her earrings, snug faux leather jacket, and black stiletto ankle booties with a very skinny heel, the zipper on the outside gold, not silver. She fluffs her wavy hair and turns towards the door. She looks back one more time, holding onto the doorway.

“Wish me luck.”

Leo enters the kitchen, seeing Isabella already there, leaning against the counter seductively. She’s wearing an outfit and jewelry this late at night that makes Leo wonder if she’s going to an emo tea party. He puts the takeout in the microwave. She’s still staring at him.

“Uh… hey.”

She lets out a dainty giggle, looking him up and down.

“... Hi.”

At a loss for words, and really wanting the awkward silence to be over, he continues, “Did you need something?”

“What I need,” she walks closer to him, tracing her finger over his collar, “is you.”

What the fuck?

His brain seems to stall for a moment, and she uses this opportunity to continue.

“I know why you’re here. I know that you’re only using them to get closer to me. I know-”

“Woah-”

“That you’re in love with me.”

Okay, double what the fuck.

She takes his stunned silence as shyness, and steps closer, putting her arms around his shoulders.

“You don’t need to play so coy, I-”

This time she’s the one that gets cut off. He grabs her arms and gently steps away, trying to make it abundantly clear that he’s not into this.

“Woah, okay, slow down. First of all, you’re 17 and I’m turning 20 in a couple months, so that’s a hard no. Second, I don’t know where you got this idea, but I am not dating them to get closer to you. We’ve known each other since we were like, 15, and have been through everything together. I’ve only known you for a couple months. I love them. Probably more than I’ve loved anything ever. I thought that was pretty obvious.”

He doesn’t want to be mean, he really doesn’t, but he can tell from the look on her face that she still thinks this is all part of some game.

“So why don’t I ever see you eat? Why are you so smart, and always up at night? I know what you are.”

He has to physically hold back a laugh. He takes a step back, and places his hands on the counter.

“Isabella, I have adhd. And I’m literally an engineering student. Why wouldn’t I be smart and have a shitty sleep schedule?”

She starts to protest, and he pulls out the reheated take out from the microwave.

“And for the record, I do eat.”

Exiting the kitchen quickly and retreating back to your room, he hands you your food.

“I got the game set up!” you say excitedly.

“Nice!”

You take one look at his face and can tell something happened. He sees this, and continues.

“I just had a very… interesting interaction with Isabella,” before he finishes the sentence, your head is already in your hands. You let out a groan.

“What did she do?” you mutter from behind your hands.

He pulls you into his lap, rubbing your back.

“I’m not totally sure,” you laugh, “but I think she thinks I’m secretly in love with her…” you’re both laughing before he can even finish the sentence.

“No…” you laugh, “no fucking way…”

“Believe me, I put an end to that as soon as it started.”

“Oh, I do.”

He runs his hand over your back, and you’re quiet for a moment.

“You know,” he continues, “I think getting our own place has definitely moved up the priority list.”

You couldn’t agree more.

[punchsomeoneforme-willyou]

Tag Game

Got tagged by @wanderingaldecaldo - thanks so much :D

A. Three ships

- femV/Judy Alvarez (cyberpunk) - FemShep/Jack (mass effect) - Iorveth/Roche /witcher

B. Last Song

Metal Cover of ‘we don’t talk about Bruno’ by SKAR

C. Last Movie

Either Ecanto or Ready or Not - had a friend over last weekend and cannot remember which one we watched on which day.

D. Currently craving

nothing in particular tbh, except maybe more time in the day

E. Currently reading

Crier’s War by Nina Varela (we’re ignoring the around ten books I started at some point and then put aside because I was no longer in the mood for them

1. Favorite color

GREEN

2. Last Series

Castlevania (please don’t ask me what the last series I actually finished watching was, because I have no idea)

3. Sweet, Savoury, or Spicy

Food: sweeeeeeeet

4. Currently working on

Painting: I for once only have two active wips, one is a screenshot study of someone else’s V and another is a Rorveth piece (that I started over half a year ago and somehow never got back to), I also have a mass effect gift exchange piece to paint, but haven’t started yet - my wrist is slightly fucked and I’ve been resting it.

Tagging (with no pressure) @heartoferebor, @advena87 and @justleaf and as usual anyone else who wants to.

[golden-nyx-ghost]

Hi! Alright here goes! Can I have a castlevania and/or arcane matchup? My pronouns are she/her and I’m fine with male or female preference. I am also 19 so I’d like someone 18 and up! I’m fine with nsfw or sfw it’s up to you!

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬: I’m an INTP, and sun sign leo. My moral alignment is true neutral. I have massive introverted tendencies and am awkward in nature with new people. As a result I can come across as aloof and indifferent. I absolutely despise small talk. However with my friends I’m quite friendly, outgoing, and confident. Whenever I’m with my friends I can get really giggly and dorky when talking abt my recent hyperfixations. I open up to people very easily if we have similar interests. I tend to either overthink everything or not think at all. I’m a bit of a control freak and want to do the things the way I do them but I won’t enforce this on anyone else. Just let me do things the way I do them. I'm also quite dedicated on what I want in my life and will stand by those decisions.

𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗦: Art. Any art honestly. Though I mostly work with digital mediums. That is, I love to creative code. I’m currently studying digital media arts with the hopes to be a video game designer. Apart from this, I love other mediums of art too especially drawing, digital illustrating, and printmaking.

𝗛𝗢𝗕𝗕𝗜𝗘𝗦: let’s just say I spend way too much time daydreaming. Fan fiction, video games, movies, books, tv shows. Anything that lets me daydream and disappear from reality for a while is a hobby of mine. I also love working out and weight lifting.

Thanks love ❤️

Absolutely! I hope you enjoy friend~ 💞

SFW

Since you asked for either Castlevania or Arcane, I'm going to go with Castlevania for this one!

- I match you up with Sypha!

- Sypha is the sun to your moon, the shine on a rainy day, and the counteracting balance that keeps the both of you in check mentally

- She cares extremely deeply for you and the rest of the team, but she knows her limits and sometimes ends up playing the mother figure when it comes to managing things ("oh please, we're not children..." "...." "Eat shit and die" "yes fuck you" sounds familiar?)

- As a speaker, Sypha knows all the fancy words and has a great deal of combat skills with her magic. You weightlifting is entirely impressive to her and it also brings the brawn to the brain in your duo :)

- She loves the arts just as much as you do, so you going off on a tangent you thought up or coming up with a good idea for the group or a town makes her beam with pride at having such an impressive partner!

- She would love to look though your illustrations and drawings book (if you give her permission to do so) and if you draw her? Oh she's sure to practically melt!

- It's a common thing for the both of you to go on little study/drawing dates for her to research and practice her magic and for you to practice art and daydream freely

- She adores your cheerful and hyperfixative personality, and will happily sit there and listen to you go on and on about one thing or another. If you can teach her something? Even better! Sypha loves to learn, and it makes her happy that you're so knowledgeable and positive with her

- She's also a neutral alignment (in my opinion at least), and you being a true neutral as well helps you two to agree on things more often than not

- Sometimes, if she's curious why you do things a certain way, she'll ask you a few questions and make some suggestions on how to do things a "better" way, but if you explain that you would just like to do things your own way, she's happy to let you more often than not

- In a modern world, Sypha would love to binge watch a show or another with you! She's always looking for ways to help or learn more, so introducing her to a show that you like gives you something else in common!

Here we go! I hope you like it!! Thank you for your request!

[jay-wells-writes]

Enemy of My Enemy is My Friend (Dracula x reader, smut and slight gore)

OMG..... Wow..... I was expecting this story to be a bit of a pain in the ass, but man was I wrong. Once I got the idea down, everything just came to me. I was surprised with how much I kept putting into this and I really like were it went. So my Dear Anon I hope you really enjoy the story. 

Of course I had to change some things around in order to make your request work and after talking it over with a friend this is what I came up with. SO PLEASE NOTE!!! I have combined both Van Helsing and Castlevania BUT only with one character. I took Brauner from Castlevania and made him the bad guy that makes Reader and Dracula work together. THAT IS THE ONLY THING I TOOK. I also know nothing from Castlevania so I made Brauner how I wanted. So basically I borrowed his name and nothing more. THERE ARE WARNINGS OF BLOOD AND NON DISCRIBED GORE!!!

gif taken from google 

The people in town called you crazy when you mentioned going up to the old Counts Castle. From what you learned at the inn the castle belonged to Count Dracula, a creature of the night that wasn’t to be messed with. But a few years back he left, for unknown reasons and another vampire named Brauner took over. The townspeople are quick to tell you that although Dracula was evil and nasty, he was nothing compared to Brauner. Hearing that you rolled your eyes, in good old Brauner fashion he used his brutality and strength to scare the townspeople into thinking he was something he wasn’t. But as you downed your drink you shook your head and stood. You told them that the anger in you was stronger than Brauner and that if you died you were going to make sure you took him with you. 

When it came to hunting creatures of the night, you were constantly picked on by others. They would tell you that you weren’t strong enough and that you would be better used as bait. But then Tham showed up and instead of picking like the others they taught you what they knew. It was during your training the both of you learned that while you may not have brute strength, you had an unnatural ability when it came to tracking and knowing when you were being followed. So as you walked to the castle you knew something had been following you ever since the sun went down. As you drew closer to the castle you needed to kill whatever it was, because you didn’t need any additional problems once there. Turning around slowly you knew the spot you had chosen was not the best, but the creature needed to be dealt with. Whatever it was, it hadn’t made a sound so you also knew it wasn’t some lackey. That it had some cognitive ability. So you called out to it.

“How about instead of following me you just show yourself!”

Hearing a crack from your left you turned to watch a man walk from behind a large tree. Between his black hair and attire, you didn’t need the moon to see how pale he was. But you couldn’t help it when your breath hitched at his handsome features and you found yourself unable to move, and when he spoke you instantly knew who the man was. 

“But I was having such great fun watching you navigate these woods as if you had lived here your whole life.”

“What makes you think I haven’t?”

Stepping closer to you, your heart began to beat faster and it wasn't out of fear.

“Oh come now, these are my woods, and if a delicious human like you had walked them before I would have snatched you before now.”

You didn’t have to feel breath on the back of your neck to know that he was currently standing behind you, inches away from your neck. Vampires had an ability of being able to control humans so you chalked up your inability to move on that. But you knew and so did he that you weren’t moving because you didn’t want to. Hearing his voice from the other side of your head you turned to look at his pale face as he inched closer to you.

“So tell me, what is a delicious thing, as yourself, doing out this late at night?”

Even though his question shook you like jumping into a cold creek to bathe. It essentially reminded you of why you were making the trip up to the castle. But instead of moving away you remained still and even brought your face a bit closer to his as you answered his question with a small smile. 

“Come now Count, we both know what I am doing.”

You watched as a large smile broke out on the Count’s face. 

“So you know who I am.”

“It wasn’t that hard.”

Smiling at your answer you watched as the Count brought his hand up and ran his cold fingertips down your face.

“You know who I am yet you are unafraid.”

“Not being scared makes you cocky and cocky gets you killed.”

Laughing as he steps back slightly and you watch as the Count stepped away from you completely. Placing his hands behind his back he walked a couple steps in front of you before stopping and looking at you. 

“Well it is still polite to introduce oneself. So allow me to introduce myself, I am Count Vladislaus Dracula.” When you didn’t reply back to the Count he smiled slightly and took a step towards you. “Is it not polite to introduce yourself after someone introduces themselves?”

“It is if the person introducing themselves is alive and not a creature of the night.”

Instantly Dracula was standing behind you and you felt something in you shift. 

“Hmmm, such a feisty thing. I like it, but come now we both have things to do.”

Being reminded of why you were there once again, you felt ice running through your body, but it wasn’t enough to break whatever hold the Count had on you and you found yourself answering his question. 

“My name is y/n.”

“Ah, now see was that so hard? Tell me y/n, why do you make your way up to my castle this late at night?”

Annoyed at the Count for using his abilities to get your name you couldn’t help but say the first thing that came from your mouth. 

“Correct me if I am wrong Count, but doesn’t that castle now belong to Brauner?”

Suddenly you felt the wind leaving your chest as the Count slammed you into a tree. If his face hadn’t been so pale you were sure it would have been bright red in anger as he yelled.

“THAT CASTLE WOULD NEVER BE BRAUNER’S!” Releasing his hold on you the Count took a step back and fixed a piece of his hair that had fallen over his eye. “That is and always will be my castle.”

Suddenly feeling a bit daring you couldn’t help but smile as you rested and tilted your head on the tree.

“But the townspeople said you abandoned it and Brauner took it over.”

Standing flushed against you once again, you allowed Dracula to touch your neck as he slowly moved your head back and forth. 

“I would never abandon something that is mine.”

“But it seems that you have Count.”

You could feel his fingers tightening around your neck as his teeth grazed against your skin. 

“I would NEVER abandon something that is mine and I am ashamed to admit it, but Brauner was able to weaken me. He left me for dead and it has taken this long for me to heal. Now, you may intrigue me but my patients run thin. Why are you heading to my castle?”

"I have come to do you a favor and kill Brauner."

You could feel your blood boil as the Count laughed in your face. To your surprise and his you shoved him away from you and took a step from the tree.  Fixing his jacket the Count stood tall once more and smiled.

"Such anger. Tell me my Dear y/n what has Brauner done to you to cause such anger?”

“He killed my mentor, Tham.”

“Ah, so it is the classic revenge killing.”

Laughing darkly you held out your hand.

“And what about you. You got too comfortable around him and lost your castle and almost your undead li-”

Once again the Count had you slammed into the tree but this time instead of touching you like a lover would his fingers were cutting off your breathing. As you clawed at his hand the Count placed his forehead against yours.

“DO NOT assume that our problems are the same. Human’s die all the time, it is the nature of your life. You are born and then you die. For vampires we live for thousands of years. I AM older than all and most of my kind fear me! Those that don’t learn quickly that they should. Brauner has gotten drunk on power and instead of trying to preserve our kind he has brought us into the light. The ONLY reason he was able to over power me is because he cheated and had young bloods help him in our dual.” Letting go of your throat the Count took a step back and began to pace as you dropped to your knees, gasping for breath. “None of that matters now. Tell me my Dear y/n, how do you plan on killing him? How do you plan on getting into the castle and past those he has around him?”

Shifting to your butt you sat on the ground and thought about it. Truthfully you didn’t know and for some reason you told him so. 

“I don’t know. I was going to scout the castle and look for the best way in. What about you? I highly doubt Brauner is going to allow you back into the castle, even if it is your castle.” 

Placing his hands behind his back the Count tilted his head, acknowledging what you said as he continued to pace. 

“This is true in a sense. Brauner will allow me back in the castle but he will not allow me close to him."

Instead of finishing his thought the Count continued to pace and think. Slowly you got to your feet and began to collect the things you had dropped. You had just picked up your bag when you noticed that the Count was no longer in front of you, but standing flush against your back. 

“Tell me my Dear y/n, what if I told you that tonight not only would Brauner die but you would be able to walk out of my castle alive.”

Turning to look over your shoulder you could see the Count bring his hands up and run them down your shoulders. 

“I would ask you what type of deal am I making with the Devil?”

Laughing, the Count moved to stand in the front of you and took your hands into his. He moved one of them to his shoulder while he gripped your other one into his. Without even realizing it you soon found yourself dancing with the Count in the middle of the woods. 

“The deal, as you call it, my Dear y/n is simple. You become mine.” Before you could pull away the Count shook his head. “No no, not like that. I have an idea that will not only get you into the castle but will also get me close to Brauner. It is no secret that we both want Brauner dead, unfortunately only one of us is able to make it happen.”

“Get to the point Count.”

“Vlad, please or Dracula. The point my Dear y/n is that Brauner may have control of my castle, but like I mentioned before, he will not keep me out. I can walk right into it and no one will stop me. If you were on my side, you would be able to do the same.”

Pulling away from Dracula you glared at him. 

“What’s the plan Dracula?”

Laughing at the tone of your voice Dracula started to dance with himself as he spoke. 

“Oh my Dear y/n, it is simple. Brauner wants power, he has always been a bit jealous too. Can you imagine how jealous he would be when I come walking into the castle with a willing human at my side."

"Willing human. For what?"

"You are a hunter, what is one of the first things your dear dead teacher taught you about vampires?"

Seeing you stepping towards him Dracula smiled and bowed. 

"That their self center and full of themselves."

Laughing loudly at your comment Dracula quickly pulled you into his arms again and started to dance once more.

"Oh my Dear y/n, while that may be true that was not the answer I was looking for. I was thinking more about our ability to place humans and creatures alike in a trance and have them do our bidding. Can you imagine how jealous Brauner would be when I walk into the castle with a human who WANTS to be there? Someone I didn’t have to force or spell to be there."

"Still don't know how that is going to get you closer to Brauner."

"Well, it is no lie, I am a very sensual creature….."

"Wait you want me to act like I am some stupid human that fell in love with you?"

Making a face, Dracula shook his head as he spun you around. Bringing his face to your neck you couldn’t help but tilt your head to allow him to graze his lips against it. 

"I would not want you to be some stupid human, I enjoy your feistyness. I think we mix well as we are. No, what you would have to do is submit to me. You can't cringe if I was to kiss your neck or even your lips. You have to act as though you enjoy my cold fingers tracing your neck or other parts of your body." Spinning once again you stood facing Dracula as he watched his fingers slipping down your neck. "You do that and Brauner will be itching to get a taste."

"One problem in your plan Dracula. To be completely devoted to you, I have to be willing to let you feed off of me. And you will NOT bite me."

Bringing your wrist to his lips Dracula kissed it before running his face over it.

"Oh my Dear y/n, I do not expect you to allow me such pleasure as that. But there are other ways I can feed from you. In fact your arms give us one way." Looking at your arms you saw cuts from previous fights. Looking back up at Dracula you could see him smile. "So what say you my Dear y/n, do you think you handle my touches?"

Pulling your hand from Dracula’s you placed it on his chest. Fiddling with the buttons on his jacket you looked into his eyes as you used your other hand to pull his face to yours, crashing your lips into each other's. You weren't sure what surprised you more, how cold Dracula’s lips were to yours or how he easily took over the kiss and you let him. Pulling away so that you could breath Dracula closed his eyes and moaned.

"Oh yes, this is going to be marvelous."

~~~~

Getting into the castle had gone just as Dracula said it would. A couple of "young bloods" as he called them tried to stop you and were now dead. At the commotion that was made Brauner's second came into the hallway and when he saw Dracula you almost thought he paled even more. After telling you both that Brauner was having a party Dracula brushed past him while telling you that you both must get ready for said party. 

Thinking that Dracula was going to make you wear a gown you were left glaring at him when he had you slip into something that resembled a night shift. While he wore black pants and a black button up with his knee high boots. You continued to wear the frown on your face until the ballroom doors came into sight.

Just as Dracula slipped his arm around your waist as you rested your head against his shoulder and laid your hand on his chest. When the ballroom doors opened it took all of your will to keep moving. Luckily Dracula was able to keep you moving forward with the arm around your waist. Turning so that you were walking backwards you brought your lips to his ear, as though you were kissing just below it.

"You bastard. You didn’t tell me Brauner's parties looked more like a brothel!"

Wrapping his arms tightly around you, Dracula kept his eyes forward as his teeth grazed your ear.

"Oh my Dear y/n, if I would have done so you never would have continued with our arrangement."

Before you could say anything more a voice rang out.

"AH COUNT DRACULA! I MUST SAY THIS IS BOTH A SHOCKING AND PLEASANT SURPRISE!"

Turning you back around but placing you in front of him Dracula began to walk you both forward as his hands moved across your body. It didn’t take you long to find who had been yelling. And instantly you felt your blood boil. Before you could do anything rash though Dracula was kissing and nibbling on your neck as he spoke.

"Come now Brauner, a surprise it may be but a pleasant one it is not. If it had not been for my love, I would have died from the wounds you and the other’s inflicted on me."

"Your love? Last I knew Dracula had no love and even if there is one I would not imagine it to be a human like this one.” 

Even as you and Dracula came closer Brauner remained seated as two women made out on top of him. For a brief moment you thought that Dracula had been wrong about being able to get close to him but from the corner of your eye you saw two of Brauner’s young bloods stepping closer to all of you. Stopping a few feet before Brauner, you could feel Dracula smiling against your neck. 

“We may not feel love like human’s do, but this sweet human nursed me like she would a newborn baby. Cut her delicate skin and bleed herself so that I could grow stronger from her blood. And even now she still bleeds for me, tell me Brauner how could that not be love? How could I not want to bring her with me when I decided it was time to come back to my old castle and it’s new owner.”

At the mention of the castle Brauner sat straighter, dislodging the women from his lap. 

“Speaking of, have you come to exact your revenge for what me and the other’s had done?”

Instead of dancing like he had most of the night, Dracula pulled your body even closer to his and began to sway lightly as he laid kisses all along your neck and shoulders.

“Have you not heard what I have just said, Brauner? I could care less for the castle or for what you had done. We have just simply come here to see what you have done with the place.” 

“I find that hard to believe.”

Waving his hand at Brauner, Dracula sat in a lounger and pulled you into his lap facing him. Running his hand down your chest you couldn’t help but moan as Dracula gripped your breast. 

“Believe what you want Brauner. Let us rest and enjoy your party for the night and we will leave tomorrow.”

Not waiting for Brauner’s answer Dracula pulled you down and began to kiss you like he had in the woods. 

You knew that everything that was happening was wrong and if Tham was here they would have been beating you to an inch of your life. But you couldn’t help but moan into Dracula’s mouth and grip his shirt as you began to grind against him. Having gotten lost in the pleasure you had forgotten about where you were until you heard Brauner laughing as he spoke. 

“My you have a lively one don’t you Dracula. So easy to give into the creatures of the night. Tell me, if she has become your love then why have you not turned her.”

Ripping his mouth away from yours, Dracula gasped as like he needed air. 

“Perhaps that may happen, at some point. But why would I give up such sweet blood? That I may have at any given moment.”

“Surely you jest.”

Dropping your face into Dracula’s neck to keep you from glaring at Brauner; Dracula turned to look at him. Taking one of his hands from your hip you could feel Dracula pull something from his boot and you bite down on him to let him know you knew what he was planning. 

“Then perhaps we shall show you?” Tugging your hair lightly Dracula forced your head back to look at him. “My Love.”

Even though you wanted to scream and hit Dracula for the position he now had you in, you went along with his plan and lifted your arm while grinded down on Dracula. 

“Not much. I still feel faint from when you drank from me earlier.”

Smiling Dracula placed the knife on your arm. 

“Of course my Love.”

Very quickly Dracula ran the blade down your arm. You expected there to be pain but the blade had been extremely sharp and Dracula had been fast with his movement. You also expected Dracula to pull your arm to his lips but instead he held your arm over his face and held his tongue out as your blood began to fall onto his waiting tongue. Your heart began to beat faster as you watched your blood pouring into his mouth, but you couldn’t tell if it was because you were losing blood or if it was because of the animalistic look that took over Dracula’s face. From the corner of your eyes you could see the other’s as they began to slowly move closer to you and Dracula. Just when you thought things were going to take a turn for the worst you found yourself laying on the lounger as Dracula stood next to it as he yelled.

“UNLESS STATED OTHERWISE MY LOVE IS OFF LIMITS! AND IF YOU TRY WITHOUT PERMISSION I WILL KILL YOU ALL!”

Seeing Dracula shift from his human form to his demon not only had the other’s cowering in fear but you also. Of course before you had time to properly freak out Dracula was back to his human form and kneeling beside you. 

“Are you alright my Love?”

Nodding your head lightly you watched as Dracula ran his tongue over the cut. To your surprise as he pulled his mouth away you saw that the cut was no longer open, but instead looked a couple of days old. Picking you up as though you weighed nothing Dracula resumed his position on the lounger and held you close to his chest. For a time you both laid there and watched as those that had been watching resumed what they had been doing. After a few moments Dracula pulled you up so that he could whisper in your ear. 

“We have Brauner’s attention now. He can’t help but but look over here. We need to really pull him in.”

Turning your head up you dug your nails into Dracula’s chest. 

“What the trick with the blade wasn’t enough.”

“Did we not talk about that?” Digging your nails deeper into Dracula’s skin he actually moaned out when others would have hissed. “We have his attention, but we need him to come closer. I can’t kill him if he stays over there and us over here.”

“It seems to me that you are getting more out of all this then I am. What do I get?”

“Other than walking out of here with your life? You will be able to bathe in Brauner’s blood.”

The thought of being covered in Brauner’s blood had you making a face that caused Dracula chuckle.

“That doesn’t sound appealing.”

Shifting you so that you were once again straddling his lap Dracula lightly ran his hands down your chest which caused your nipples to harden. 

“Pleasure, I can offer you so much pleasure.”

It didn’t take you long to feel Dracula hardening under you and you suddenly realized it has been a very long time since you slept with someone. Without thinking any more about it you muttered quietly “God forgive me.” before you pulled your gown over your head. You could tell that Dracula had not been expecting that move from you, but he wasted no time sitting up and wrapping his mouth around your nipple. 

As Dracula continued to assault your chest one of his hands slipped into your hair and pulled your head backwards. Allowing him to lick and nibble his way up to your neck. Instead of feeling just his teeth grazing your neck though you felt his fangs. Even though he would pinch your skin between his teeth and fangs he never broke skin and the adrenaline of it had you moaning loudly as you pulled the tie from his hair. Tightening your grip on his hair you tilted Dracula’s head back and gave him a warning look when you realized he was spending too much time with his mouth on your neck. Licking his lips Dracula grinned at you before wrapping his lips back around your nipple while his hand moved to the other one. While he continued his attack on your breast you couldn’t help but tip your head back and moan in pleasure as you rolled your hips against him. 

Suddenly Dracula was bringing his mouth back to yours. Even though you were getting lost in the kiss you could feel Dracula’s hands moving down to your ass while he turned the both of you. Lifting slightly he dropped to his knees and laid you on the ground. The cold floor had you gasping out when it touched your heated skin. Chuckling against your mouth Dracula shifted to the side and ran his hand over your thigh. 

“Don’t worry my Love, I will have you warm once again.”

Bending your knee so that your foot rested against the floor. Dracula slowly brought his hand back down to your hip. Reaching between the both of you he began to work on the buttons and knots of his pants. And even though he had been doing a good job of opening them you couldn’t help but reach between the both of you and help him. When your hand wrapped around his cock Dracula placed his mouth onto your collar bone and bit lightly. 

Normally when you held a man’s cock in your hand it was smooth, soft, and warm. Moving your hand over Dracula’s you got two of the three, the only one missing was the warmth. In its place was coldness, similar to you if you were to jump into a frozen lake. After a few more strokes Dracula was shifting the both of you once more. Laying on his back he placed one hand under his head while the other rested on your thigh. 

“You have given to me my Love. Take from me what you want.”

Placing one hand on his chest you lifted yourself just enough so that you could align him with your center. Feeling the tip of his cock slipping into you, you made sure he wasn’t going to slip out of you before placing a hand on his chest as you slowly started to take more of him. As you continued to push down Dracula moved his hands and placed them onto your hips and dug his fingers into you. Soon both of you were moaning out in pleasure. Once fully seated, you sat for a few moments as you adjusted to his size. But even before you were ready Dracula was moving you, which had you crying out in pleasure. Even though he told you that you could take what you wanted from him, Dracula continued to dictate the moves. 

Eventually Dracula sat himself up and while resting one hand behind him, he used his other and placed it in the middle of your back. Even as he held you close you couldn’t help but place your hands behind yourself as you grinded against him. Tilting your head back you couldn’t help but cry out the closer you got to cumming. Soon you could feel Dracula putting pressure on your back causing you to sit up. Before you could rest your head against his though he was moving you both again. 

Somehow he was able to shift the both of you without slipping out and once you were on your back Dracula shifted to his knees. Placing his hands on your hips he quickly began to thrust into you. With how fast he was thrusting, all you could do was grip his arms as you tighten your legs around him. Soon though Dracula began to speak.

"Such beauty, look at you my Love. So lost in your pleasure, sweat running between your breasts. Your blood rising to the surface of your skin, giving you a flushed look. The warmth of your body trying its best to warm my cold skin."

Even if someone found out about this night you would not admit to them how good it felt to be having sex with Dracula or how his voice was bringing you closer to the edge. And it was the sound of his voice that had you suddenly cumming. You could feel something running down your fingers and you didn't need to look to know you had drawn blood from Dracula’s arms as you screamed out in pleasure. You were so lost in your pleasure you didn't even realize that Dracula was resting his head next to yours until you heard him speaking to you.

"Show time."

Pulling himself back to his knees Dracula pulled himself out of you causing you to moan loudly. Hearing him chuckling Dracula began to run his hands over your thighs as he looked up. The coolness of his fingers pulling at your attention so that when Brauner spoke you didn't lose your high. 

"I can see the attraction to the human. She is very sensitive to your touch and more."

Standing up Dracula worked on fixing his hair as he smiled at Brauner. 

"She is very sensitive Brauner. The greatest thing though. Is how she tastes after such a tussle.  Would you like a taste?" Hearing Dracula offering you up like that shook you from your daze. When you tried to get his attention Dracula kept his eyes forward as he moved to the side of you with his arms open. "There is nothing that tastes better, Brauner. And I have you know I have not shared her with another as I am offering you. Let bygones be bygones. Hmm?"

It was taking everything in you not to move as you saw Brauner moving from the corner of your eyes. Unfortunately you saw the young bloods move when he did, but to your surprise he waved them off. As much as you didn't want to, you turned to face him and smiled as you ran your hand over your breast. Slowly Brauner lowered himself to the floor and moved to lay over you. With shaking hands you brought them up to rest on Brauner’s shoulders as he ran his nose over your neck. But before he could bite Dracula’s voice broke out.

"Ah ah ah, you may have a taste, Brauner, but you are not allowed to bite her. If you bit them others would know she belongs to a vampire. No you must cut her skin, it is easier to explain those then teeth marks." 

Grunting above you Brauner raised to his hands and looked up to Dracula. Just as he was raising a hand to take the blade Dracula had for him Dracula moved. 

The next thing you knew you felt something wet covering your chest and face. As you were wiping it off your eyes you realized that it was blood. Sitting up you spotted a headless body at your feet and realized that it was Brauner. Turning quickly you watched as Dracula killed the last of Brauner’s young bloods before he turned to the rest in the ballroom.

"LET IT BE KNOW THAT COUNT VLADISLAUS DRACULA DOES NOT TAKE KINDLY TO BETRAYAL."  Walking back to you Dracula knelt beside you as he spoke more quietly. "Did I not tell you, you would bath in his blood?"

Before you could say anything though Dracula was running his hand over your eyes as he placed his other one behind your head and said "Sleep".

Shooting up quickly you looked around and saw that you were in a room at the inn. Pulling the covers back you noticed you were dressed in the gown Dracula had given you at the castle; and that you were cleaned of any and all blood. Pulling the gown over your head you walked to the mirror and looked over your body. Seeing no bite marks you dressed in the clothes you had been wearing the night before and as you pulled your jacket on you felt something in the pocket. Reaching into it you pulled a letter out and from the seal of it you knew it to be from Dracula. Breaking the seal you opened it.

My Dear y/n,

I am terribly sorry that you were unable to wake up next to me. But atlast I fulfilled the two promises I gave you last night. To leave my castle alive and to bathe in Brauner’s blood. And as you are now reading this in the inn, unharmed, I have fulfilled both. This now ends our deal. So I must tell you that if we are to cross paths again I will have to kill you.

Yours truly,

Count Vladislaus Dracula 

Rereading the letter once more you couldn’t help but feel yourself becoming angry at his arrogance. Walking over to the fire you made sure to rip the letter into pieces before throwing it into the fire. Looking around the room once more you made sure you had all of your things before walking out the door and into the day.

[writefandoms]

YOU ARE SO SWEET! So as for my request Can I have a one-shot with Alucard from Castlevania and Phoenix reader? She was great friends with Belmont family but went into a very deep sleep and then the tria found and awakened her before they went to figgt with Dracula. After that she devoted herself to Alucard and stays with him. It's obvious they have feelings, like they hold hands, kiss each others forehead etc. Then Sumi and Taka comes, she senses somerhing evil from them and tries to warn him mulriple times and then he snaps and breaks her heart so she leaves. At that rime The other two prays for help to her, Alucard understand his mistake and prays for her as well before... you know the scene.

So she chooses Alu and literally comes througg the window with her wings and they fight but she gets terribly hurt especially her wings and they stabbed ger heart. But she comes back to life and tease him like "I don't die, remember?"

Something angst and fluffy would be appreciated. I'm sending you big bear hugs and hope that you will be able to write my request soon, because there is almost no one who writes for my baby! 🥰🤧

This took a long ass time to write lol I changed some things but I really like how it came out! Enjoy❤️❤️

My Angel

Summary: You and Adrian have an disagreement about two new guest residing in the castle.

Word Count: 1.9k

His beauty was almost intimidating. Silky blonde hair, that you love to gently run your fingers through. Golden eyes that have seen so much pain and suffering. His skin was pale and flawless, long faded scar across his chest only adding to his perfection.

Adrian likes to lie and say that your beauty goes beyond his. In his eyes, you’re an earthbound angel sent to him as a gift. Not only just referring to your perfect face or body, but the large wings that sprout from your back.

White wings with light brown roots, that usually lay folded on your back when you aren’t using them. There’s been some embarrassing incidents between you and Adrain, mainly dealing with your feathers. Sometimes they’ll get ruffled and need to be smoothed in a place you can’t reach, leading you to drag yourself to his doorstep, desperately trying to avoid eye contact as you ask him for help.

Choosing to live with Adrian after he was forced to kill his father, you two have been through a lot together. So the switch from constantly moving to a domestic lifestyle was an odd but welcomed change.

Sitting at the kitchen table watching him gracefully move through the kitchen was always so entertaining. His hair fell in soft waves over his shoulder, but never seemed to get in his way.

“You could always help you know.” He spoke with his back to you, as he bent over peeking at the fish in the oven.

“I would only get in your way,” You threw back, a perverse smirking finding its way onto your face. “Besides, the view is much more appealing from over here.”

He snaps upright, casting a playful glare your way. “Go clear the table, and your filthy mind.”

Standing to gather the books you had on the table, you pile them on the counter. The research materials from the Belmont Hold was always so fascinating, you constantly found yourself entranced with the knowledge contained in the pages.

Adrian doesn’t like to admit it, but he’s a bit jealous of your admiration for Trevor Belmont’s Hold rather than the vast scientific knowledge his father has collected. You try not to acknowledge the petty rivalry, but think it’s sort of endearing.

Opening the cabinet to get the plates and silverware. He moves behind you, gently pushing past your wings. His presence stays near you, and you feel his fingers run across the middle of your right wing.

“Adrian!” Letting out a loud giggle as you push yourself further into the counter, trying to escape his attack. He laughs at your wiggling, and the way you unconsciously flap your wings.

He seized his attack, his hands finding their way around your waist. He rests his chin on your neck and pulls you back so your wings are flush against his back. Leaving a soft kiss on your neck, you run your hand down his cheek caressing the soft skin.

Comfortable silence fills the room as you both basking in each other's presence.

—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—

Those twins were up to something, you just had this bad feeling in your gut.

Taka and Sumi were their name, and their story was heartbreaking. And you felt sorry for the suffering that they were forced to go through. It was easy to see that they were extremely desperate, and you know all too well how desperate people can do awful things.

Adrian, on the other hand, welcomed the two into his home with open arms. Cooking for them, training with them, and even brought them into the Belmont Hold.

They constantly asked about moving the castle, making you even more suspicious of their true nature.

Adrian didn’t want to listen to any of your concerns though. “You’re simply overreacting.”

“Overreacting? Adrian you just met these people, you don’t know them!” He rolled his eyes brushing past you.

“I will not listen to you if you’re going to yell.”

Reaching out you grabbed his arm to stop him from leaving, “Please Adrian. I know you feel like this is what your mother would have wanted.”

“I just don’t want you to place your trust into people who will only end up hurting you in the end.” You trail off, eyes searching his for a hint of understanding.

He yanks his arm out of your grasp, “I think I already have.” His words hit you harder than you thought they would.

“What?” Is all you manage to say, his glare hurting you as much as his venomous words.

“I am passing down the knowledge of the world to two people who want to use it to help others.” He pauses, looking away. “If you can’t want to accept that, then maybe you should go.”

The tense silence that fills the room weighs heavily between you two.

An eternity passes and you manage to hold your tears back, straightening your back and put on a strong face.

“Fine.”

Your feet feel heavy as you walk past him, pausing at the door for a moment. You prayed that he would pull you away from the door, tell you how much you mean to him and how he needed you to stay.

When that moment never came, you yanked the door open and left the blonde alone with his thoughts. “Goodbye, Alucard.” He visibly flinched at the use of his other title.

If he wanted to push you away to act like the people’s hero, then so be it.

Packing a small sack of clothing, food, and money that would last you at least a week. But the nearest town was only a three days flight away, so it should be enough. You didn’t know where you were going to go, but you didn’t really think that far. Pride tended to lead you to make rather drastic decisions without thinking.

You couldn’t see Adrian standing by any of the windows, giving you even more initiative to open your wings and take flight, leaving the man alone with his new friends.

—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—

A few hours of flying gave you some time to think and maybe you had overreacted. If he felt he was doing his dead mother justice by helping strangers in need, then who were you to stop him.

He needed some sort of closure after all the trauma he had suffered, and perhaps passing down this knowledge would help him mentally.

‘I really hate my big mouth sometimes.’ You thought mentally slapping yourself for all the awful accusations you made about the twins.

If you turned around right now, you could make it back before the sun rises. Swallow your pride and apologize to Adrian for being awful, and try to help him in any way you can. He’s been through enough and needs someone to help him.

“Shit!” You growled out, wings fluttering to a holt before spinning around and flying back.

It’s been a few months since you’ve flown this long, obvious from the slight ache coming from your wings. But despite your cramping muscles you still pushed through, moving faster through the air.

Two hours of flying south, turned into only an hour back north. It didn’t take much longer til you could see the trail leading up to the castle through the trees. A feeling of dread used to wash over you at its sight, but now filled your heart with joy.

Adrian’s three bedroom windows sat on the top floor, and despite his vampire blood he slept at night. The sun was full set now, meaning that he was most likely in his room. Only a few more minutes flying until you reached the castle.

This was a perfect opportunity for a dramatic entrance. Like something you’ve read in one of those romance novels in the library. Land on his window seal, large wings casting a dark shadow across his room waking him from his slumber. He would rush to open his window and you would collapse into his arms, sorrow filled words as you apologized for your cruelty. He would have one of his witty comebacks and embrace you in return.

Your daydream was ruined when you caught sight of multiple bodies on his bed. Instantly recognizing the two naked bodies as the twins.

Abruptly, you seized your flying choosing to not get any closer. Wings flapping to keep you in the air as you stared in horror at the imagery in front of you. Bodies entwining together with a sheen layer of sweat. The light skin woman moves to the side, exposing the naked pale beauty beneath her.

Your heart pounded in your ears, brain and heart struggling to agree on what to do. Part of you wanted to fly away, continue your journey. But another part of you wanted to throw a fit, scream at the half vampire for hurting you like this.

The pale body made a fast movement, his torso jerking off the bed slightly. But something about it didn’t seem right, the twins were sitting upright looking down at Adrian. The jerks at first appeared to be fits of pleasure, are clearly out of distress.

The twins pulled out daggers, exposing their true motives. Without think you flew towards the window, there was no time to run up to his room. Moving to enter through the window on the left of his bed, you prayed you would be fast enough.

“Adrian!” Your screams were dorwned out by the crashing of bokeh glass. Landing on the burgundy carpet, you groan in pain, thick drops of blood stained the ground around you. Shards of glass fall from your wings, some stuck withing the muscle.

Running over to the bed, the twins no longer sit above the half blood. Instead the two lay flat on there backs, pool of red spilling from their twitching lips. A floating swords with a thin trail of blood leers above the bed.

Despite the pain you staggered over to Adrians still form. His head turned to the side, splatter of blood across his cheek. Blonde hair spills over his eyes blocking his true expression.

“Dear God! Adrian…” There were heavy silver wires wrapped around him that must have been tying him down to the bed.

Loosened drastically by the twins losing control of the magic weapon, you were able to peel them away from the man. Carefully trying to avoid having the silver coming in contact with his skin, but based on the scarred tissue it probably didn’t matter.

“I shouldn’t have left,” your voice wavered at the empty look in his eyes. Hollow like a corpse, a broken doll.

He layed limply, allowing you to move him around. You move onto the bed, feeling him flinch at your close proximity. Moving back slightly, you pull his white sheet over his body. There’s a moment of silence before you hear a soft exhale of breath leave his body. Followed by another, then another. Soon he’s shaking besides you, tears flow freely down his cheeks.

Turning on his side, he reaches out to grip your sleeve bringing your hand closer to his face. As much as you long to hold him, you know he needs time so you allow him to touch you however he's comfortable with. He clutches your hand close to his face, you feel the wetness of his cheeks.

The moon shines down on both of you.

Sobs fill the icy night air, making it clear that God has long since abandoned this castle.

[ncass-lunarium]

Where do you think your fascination with vampires comes from?

That is a fantastic question - and one that is weirdly complicated for me to answer. I hope you're ready for the wall of text and labyrinth of reasoning that comes with asking someone about a core part of themselves.

I always thought vampires were super cool growing up and I guess in a sense identified with them - I naturally had dark hair, pale skin, long nails, and perpetually cold hands (that's just bad circulation - I got better). I was also a huge loner in school, so there's that sort of "power in solitude" thing that vampires have going on - after all, vampires find power in the shadows and don't need strong allies to pose a huge threat. (I am pleased to report, however, that I am no longer a huge loner - now I content myself with being a strong introvert with a handful of friends.) Lame as it might sound, identifying with a mythical creature like that was a way to feel strong during a time when I felt I had no control over my life.

…Plus, I’ve always cherished the silence and starry sky of nighttime. I find the afternoon hours far too busy, and the afternoon heat in the areas I lived all my life is crushing. As a not-so-wise man once put it, "The sun sucks."

An assortment of writing-related reasons:

* vampires possess humanoid intelligence, often portrayed as highly intelligent, which is fun for long-term schemes and makes them more interesting to write than some other monsters

* vampires are capable of possessing a moral compass (or not), so they're flexible as characters

* vampires have functional immortality, often undone by tragic folly which is always fun to write

* any human can become a vampire, further increasing the potential for drama

Various personal reasons:

* I'm a big fan of Gothic horror and by extension the "traditional" vampire stories like Dracula and Carmilla (even though they both have issues stemming from the time period).

* My parents had the first three of Anne Rice's Lestat books in the house. (I liked the first two well enough, but I never got around to finishing Queen of the Damned.)

* My father played the Vampire: The Masquerade tabletop game as a kid, but I was never allowed to play or watch because of its obviously mature elements. In a sense, that just added an air of mystery to the game for me. There were a few trading cards from VtM floating around the house, though. (White Lily was my favorite - can't recall any others.)

* I'm a big fan of the Castlevania games, especially the GBA ones. The PS2 games in particular had fantastic atmosphere.

* It might be a bit basic, but traditional vampires have a cool aesthetic. (I probably would have been a goth in school if I could have afforded it.)

* I’m basically nocturnal. As I write this, the sun is rising, and I need to sleep so I can go to work in the evening.

...Now, with all this being said, I am capable of writing things that aren't vampire-related, I promise! I just happen to be writing a very vampire-related saga right now, and it keeps spiralling out of control just a little bit in the way that creativity does.