I Would Like To Know Your Thoughts On Feral!alucard. We've Talked About His Strong Sense Of Emotion Relating

i would like to know your thoughts on feral!alucard. we've talked about his strong sense of emotion relating to attraction but what about anger?

To be frank, he's scary as hell. Normally calm and relaxed people reach a new level of anger when it finally hits them.

Feral!Alucard is focused (strange to think about because anger usually blinds a person), which is scary because his focus is on whoever pissed him off and he is definitely coming up with millions of different ways to rip this person in half. He will shout. but in specific situations. You'd need to be very concerned when he's quiet. I call this Scary Calm. When he's Scary Calm he's already decided somebody is going to die. The best anyone can do, is stay out f his way and let him do what he's doing or face a scathing glare.

I do think, under certain circumstances, say he's being influenced by some unknown source he could be thrown into a blind rage. And even uninfluenced, if the situation is bad enough he could snap, crackle, and pop.

OMG Alucard 😳

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Let’s be honest. Alucard won’t tell you anything. Not at first. He’ll quietly think about all the different ways he’d like to make you his.

One of these ways most definitely includes impregnating you.

It shocked him when the thought first occurred to him. Innocent in the beginning. A question of what’d you’d be like as a mother and then it took a dip when he realized what he’d have to do to make that happen.

The thought of holding you near looking deep into your eyes while his seed coats your walls made him dizzy 

Over time, he would sit and think about it over and over again until he was in a frenzy. At these times he’d disappear into the woods and wouldn’t come back for hours. 

Noticing the change in his routine and demeanor you purposefully do your best to be near him often and soon enough it finally comes out. 

You’re sitting on a writing desk, legs slightly open beckoning him closer as your hands explore all the places you know will make him talk without thinking. 

His soft lips are brushing against yours as you speak. “You’ve been so distant lately, so far. Why are you hiding from me?” He sighs as your hand slides up his abdomen, all the way to his neck. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I want to make you mine.” Giggling, you trace delicate circles on the side of his throat. “I already am yours.” 

“No.” He whispers, pulling you back with serious eyes, hand on your abdomen. “Really mine.” Understanding what he means makes you giddy, your eyes widen and you laugh.  

Breathlessly, you tell him that you want it. You want him, and everything that comes with it. And so it begins. But once the doors are open, they aren’t closed again and they just keep getting wider. 

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Alucard’s huff of annoyance puffed against your lips as Trevor came crashing down on your private moment between the bookshelves of the Belmont Hold. His lean body was towering over you, having pressed your back to one of the stacks of shelves. His one hand was placed on your waist, thumb smoothing over your clothed skin in intimate and comforting circles; meanwhile the other hand’s fingers were gently curled beneath your chin to tenderly tilt your head up as his fanged mouth descended upon yours in what would have been a tender kiss if not for the atmosphere being ruined. 

Adrian’s golden eyes flickered to the side to look at Trevor who now had a smug look on his face as the dhampir turned his head to face him. The Belmont's muscular arms were folded over his chest and everything about his body language said exactly the words that Alucard knew were about to fall from his mouth: ‘It’s about damn time - I was starting to think you didn’t have it in you, Alucard.’ 

“It’s about damn time - I was starting to think you didn’t have it in you, Alucard.” He said with a teasing look on his face. You huffed out a disappointed sigh and let your head fall forward to rest against Alucard’s collarbone, upset that the moment had been ruined when you had been just millimetres away from kissing him for the first time - the dhampir who had stolen your heart. 

“Get lost, Belmont.” Alucard said plainly and dryly, not maliciously and yet with a tone that told him that he found this situation nowhere near as funny as Trevor did.

“Alright, lovebirds~ As long as I don’t hear any creaking later.” And with that said, he walked out of sight away from the aisle that the two of you had thought you were hidden away in. 

“Oh my god…” You groaned against Alucard’s chest, mortified. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

You had taken Alucard into the kitchen when he had entered your room in the night, unable to sleep, unable to bear that harsh reality that he had killed his own father. You had offered to make him some comfort food as you gave him your shoulder to cry on and he had ended up kneeling on the floor between your legs where you were sitting upon a chair, his face buried in your sternum and arms wrapped securely around your waist as he wet your nightgown with his tears. 

He had calmed down now with your sweet whispers and tender caresses as your fingers delicately combed through his silken gold hair. Now, your forehead rested against his as you gazed deeply into each other’s eyes. Your thumb gently smoothed across his angular cheekbone and trailed right down to his pillowy bottom lip, tugging down just enough on it to get a flash of fangs. 

He leaned up to close the miniscule distance between the two of you and his lips pressed to yours in a kiss that spoke thousands of words of thanks to you for just being here in this moment with him, for having woken and got out of bed just to care for him in this moment of need. You kissed him slowly, sweetly, letting him take the lead entirely as you had risen from your bed this night with his comfort being your top priority. Nothing could ruin this perfect moment as his hands encased your sides and yours ran down his back, nails lightly scratching across his shoulder blades over his shirt to make him shiver slightly. Nothing except for the smell of the porridge burning at the bottom of the pot where it had been left unattended for so long, anyway. 

You pulled away from his sweet lips with a curse upon yours as you shot out of the chair to take the pot off the stove. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

You watched with a little smile on your lips as Adrian placed with the children of the village, impressing them with his vampiric abilities, letting them admire his fangs in a look of fascination whereas you all had not so long ago lived in a time where these children would have ran in fear at such a sight. He had a little girl perched on his shoulder while two more kids stood around his feet, one of them holding onto his cape as he spoke to them. They had taken to calling him father as so many of them had lost their own fathers to night creatures. It filled you with a sort of warmth to see this side of your lover - he truly was a soft and delicate man at his heart behind his hardened warrior’s shell. 

You knew that these children in particular were orphans and that they were more attached to Adrian than any other as he was now the only sort of parental figure they had. You had learned this from the things they would tell you when you often acted as their teacher and brought them into the castle’s library. With that same smile on your lips, you approached the little group of them as Alucard set down the little girl from his shoulder and greeted you with a peck to the cheek. 

“Mother, are you teaching us in the library today?” Your eyes widened a little at the name as it was not something they had ever called you before but you tried to not show your shock too much as it felt cruel to shoot them down when they were only looking for comfort after having lived through such trying times. 

“Mother?” You questioned and then quickly added your answer so as to not let them think this was too serious and to assure them you weren’t offended, “And we can go to the library if you’d like.” 

“Well if Alucard is father now and he’s in love with you, who else would mother be? That’s how it works.” The little girl piped up. Your gaze melted like butter when it met Adrian’s molten gold eyes at knowing even these children had picked up on how much you loved each other and saw you as their parents. 

“I think I’ll join today too.” Your lover added. The children replied in a chorus of cheers but you couldn’t stop your heart from fluttering in your chest, nor could you take your eyes from the man who owned each and every one of its beats. 

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Days.

Weeks.

Months.

It felt like an eternity, day in and day out wandering the vastless land. In fear. In silence. Alone. With nothing but the clothes on your back, a worn down dagger and whatever scraps of food you’ve found stashed away within a pouch. You’ve come to lose sense of time after what seemed like the third full moon you’ve seen since escaping Gresit. Just stepping foot in front of foot for hours, not looking up, not looking ahead. Just at your feet, one after the other. Making sure you don’t trip, fall, or ensnare yourself in a beast trap lest you’d like to lose your foot. Spring was tepid, albeit rather harsh at night. Or was it the night monsters?

Those terrors.

The reason you barely slept. How could you? Your days were spent traveling alone by foot, staying away from towns as best you could and eating whatever the Earth Mother decided to give you that hadn’t rotted away yet. Your nights? Filled with painful screeches from both monster and man. You hid yourself as best you could each night. For ages you were able to keep hidden, and quiet amongst the brush, even digging holes as deep as your weak and broken hands would let you, cover your scent with mud and dead things, and do nothing but stay hidden and silently weep while you waited for daybreak. 

You’d gotten crafty with it, really. After being alone and living a merciless hell day in and day out you’ve really found how to hide yourself in the evening times. Sometimes even nodding off, if the screams weren’t so loud. Or if the exhaustion hit you like a horse. Sometimes you even thought yourself remarkable. How, a lowly peasant girl has been able to live on her own for this long, with remnants of Dracula’s army still traipsing through the lands. You’ve heard -- sometimes seen -- men thrice the size of you fall to their knees, arms ripped from shoulder, sockets filled with torn muscle and skin, blood spewing like a fountain. Seen the way soldiers have been ripped in half with ease by the demons of the night. 

And here you are.

Just a lowly peasant girl.

Alive.

It’s about all you can tell yourself to keep you from ripping at the seams. As if life hadn’t already been so god damned terrible to you. The heavens just open up and shit on your future with monsters running amok. Ah, well, you think, so bitterly to yourself. Better than what it was, I suppose. 

Some days you’re not so sure.

You’ve just about convinced yourself that life was easier this way. Not having to think much or do extra work for others, until one wrong move at night -- and so close to day break! -- had given your position away. It was as if, almost in slow motion, you saw those terrifying red eyes find you within the dirt and muck. You swore you saw the thing smile. It’s next meal, is probably what it was thinking. Shock almost entirely took over your body, wouldn’t move a single muscle, not even a twitch of a finger. Until it stepped towards you. 

A crack of a branch under its mangled limbs, and you were off deeper into the woods once more.

You couldn’t breathe, could barely hear over the ringing of your ears. But the monster was just loud enough to hear over it all, just loud enough to hear how close it was getting to you. Your lungs burned, trying so hard to escape this thing. Tears pricked at your eyes, and you blinked as aggressively as your body would let you as to not let the fear consume your sight as well. It was getting close.

Closer.

Closer.

Closer.

I’m going to die, you thought. I’m going to die and I have nothing to show for it. I’m going to die, I’m going to die, I’m going to die--

It took everything you had, mind, body and strength to force your intent to something, anything, that will save you. Your eyes closed for a moment, you turned around, your body facing this thing, and you grasped as tightly as your fingers would let you to your skirt. You were going to die, with nothing to show for it. You were certain.

But then a sharp snap and a following shriek pierced your ears. You were too scared to look. Maybe the scream you heard was yourself. An out of body experience. The afterlife letting you know it’s time to come home. But it wasn’t. You stood there, waiting for something, anything, to let you know if you were alive or dead. It felt like hours, though you know better. A blurred eye was opened, and your gaze slowly moved up, until you saw...a branch? Shoved through the maw of the night monster and piercing through the skull cavity. What you can only imagine being the frontal cortex of this thing splattered across what remained of its head, and along the wood that took it out. 

You blinked.

You blinked some more.

And then you cried. 

You wept like you haven’t been able to in ages. Loud, with everything you had left, with globs of tears running down your face. Broken, and beaten, and bruised. You cried like you’ve wanted every night since you escaped from Gresit. Hell, cried like you’ve wanted to since you were still in Gresit. Your legs gave out, knees buckling until you fell, one hand supporting you so you didn’t crumble into nothing, the other covering your face as best you could. You still wanted to muffle your noises, lest you attract another one of those things. But you were so exhausted. You finally did something right. You finally were able to use it somehow. In a way for you.

Magic. 

The poor peasant girl, born a witch to religious parents. Deemed a monster, deemed a heretic. Betrayed, and sold, and used. Just for being born.

Born a witch.

You laid there out in the open until the sun’s first ray broke through. Signifying you had survived another night. And had at least one more day ahead of you. You thanked whatever gods you had previously cursed, I didn’t really mean it, honest. And begrudgingly got up, and continued on.

The way you have been for the last however long. 

---

Blurred days have passed again. And you've gotten into your routine again. A bit jittery, but routine nonetheless.You took a bite of some ...meat...you had found and cooked along the way. You want to say it was a fox, but didn’t think too much on it. You’ll lose your appetite. And you barely had one to begin with. It was something to keep your stomach settled. That’s all food was good for these days anyways. Just something to keep your stomach settled. You wandered fruitlessly until you saw a peak of, of something. In the distance. A peak of a house? Maybe... You wanted to start steering clear of it. From the very tiny thing you could see, it was obviously very tall. Which meant very big house. Which meant people you mostly definitely didn’t want to see. But you decided to rest first. You’d been on your feet all day, not a second to even sit. So you did. And then you laid. And then you slept.

Mistake. 

You woke up with all your fire alight with fear. You were out in the open, in the dark. 

It was night time. And you hadn’t protected yourself. 

Oh, shit. 

You did everything you could to scramble to your feet and try to find some form of protection, but it was really too late. The monsters in the air had already scented you out. As if once within the last few days wasn’t enough. Looks like the gods took your cursing to heart. 

You knew you could have tried what you did last time. Magic, and all that. But you were so tired. And you hadn’t been eating much of anything. And there was three of them and you didn’t have time to think and--

You ran.

You ran towards that big, tall, house. You tripped, and you fell, and got back up and ran some more towards that house. Your lungs could have collapsed, feeling like they were on fire all over again. You almost just thought of letting them kill you. You were so tired of running, and just barely surviving. But your adrenaline wouldn’t let you stop moving for even a second. Your saving grace was really the trees that hindered those things from easily snatching you up. 

That didn’t stop them from trying.

Claws jabbed at your arms when they did reach down. Taking out that rusted dagger you really only used for food, you stabbed between its toes, and hearing its cries as it ripped away, taking a bit of your skin with it. And it hurt. It hurt more than most things you reckon you’ve felt in this lifetime. And you screamed, but you continued nonetheless. A few more swipes at you, and a few more jabs at its feet, and more than a few more punctures to your arms, you saw the house in sight. And it was big. Except it was worse than you could have imagined.

It was Dracula’s bloody castle.

The gods took extra offense, it seems.

But you couldn’t stop now, could you? You could only hope and wish and pray that whatever guardian had taken hold of the castle now would give you a swift mercy killing rather than be flayed by these things. Maybe even keep you alive as a blood bank. Living in solitude as a food source sounded awful. But not as awful as living in servitude to a beast disguised as a human as a...you shook it off. It wasn’t time to think of anything right now. Nothing except survival. 

You reached the open field the castle was in, you think you were yelling for help but you couldn’t be sure. You couldn’t be sure of anything anymore. You could barely see, black dotting your vision. You couldn’t feel your legs anymore. This wasn’t how you wanted to die. Especially not after you survived against one of them. But life is cruel to witches, so it seems. You kept running until your leg crumbled beneath you, so then you crawled. You looked up to the sky, it had started to rain. You didn’t notice. How could you notice? All you were looking for were the monsters stalking you for fun now. And one was getting ready to swoop down and gather you up for dinner. A sob escaped, bubbling up from your throat. You closed your eyes and waited. Waited. Waited.

And just like the last time. Nothing came. Nothing but cracks and shrieks of pain. You opened your eyes quicker than the last, too scared to not see. The last bit you saw before the final monster laid dead on the floor was a glint of silver, flying past you towards the house. You scrambled to get up and see who or what would be in front of you.

You honestly thought you died, because the man in front of you looked so ethereal it had to be an angel. A little worse for wear, maybe a soldier, but an angel. You could laugh if you remembered how to do that.

A tall, slender man with a gnarly scar across his chest between the opening of his shirt, beautiful blonde curls framed his somehow feminine and masculine face. That scar could do nothing to deter the beauty that lay before you. 

Neither could the culled bodies on steaks that weren’t even fully decomposed yet in front of the doors, but you don’t think your tunnel vision really saw that.

You wanted to thank him, beg him for mercy. You opened your mouth,

“I’m sorry”

You started to spill nonsense.

“I’m sorry, just let me” you stumbled, trying to go towards the castle. His sword-- his magical, floating sword-- pointed towards you, his face unchanging in its stoicism. 

“Just let me lean against the stone of your home, please, just for a minute” you stumbled again, this time on your backside. You made way to get back up, but it was so hard. “I’ll leave within the hour, you’ll never see me again. I just need...I just need to rest” You pushed up with one leg, and immediately collapsed again, legs fully giving out.

“I’m sorry, thank you, just a minute..” Your vision blurred more, black taking over. The last thing you remember seeing were the boots of your savior, before you hit dirt unconscious.

Imagine for Wolf!Alucard

Let's have a sip of our simp tea and get started.

Imagine watching Adrian take the time to cut and sew holes in all of his pants so his tail can swing freely. He does it begrudgingly because, let's be real, he loves his clothes and audibly gags at the thought of purposefully ruining them. But if he wants to walk around comfortably it has to be done. He's crossed legged on the floor, with scissors and a needle and thread. Every time he snips the scissors he makes a little noise between an anguished moan and a growl. After a while, he let's you help and watches you like a hawk while you do it. Once they're finished he tries one on and turns his back to the mirror while gazing at his reflection, swishing his tail back and forth before sighing.

"It's good enough."