Can You Do Yan Alucard With A Pregant S/o

Can you do yan alucard with a pregant s/o

“Do you want a boy or girl?” Alucard knelt before you, and you suppressed the urge to flinch away from his roaming hands.

“I don’t care.” You responded flatly. Why couldn’t he stop touching you?

Alucard smiled and pressed a kiss to your temple on the way out to fetch your dinner, leaving you alone.

Well, not alone.

Now you had this…this thing inside you.

You’d never be alone again.

Hesitantly you touched your belly.

It hadn’t started to kick yet.

Was the thing inside you a boy or a girl? You didn’t really care. What you did think about was the fact that it was a quarter vampire. Only Alucard’s presence soothed fears and nightmares of it eating it’s way out of you. But what about later?

Would it be like him?

Or…like you?

Maybe…maybe you could have an ally.

Motherhood…could be selfish, couldn’t it?

what if alucard’s wife dreams that he cheated? like she wakes up in the middle of the night almost crying and then occurs to her “oh, I was dreaming” but she’s still a little bit mad and get away from his embrace which wakes him up and he’s like “babe what’s wrong?” “you cheated” and he’s like “what? I didn’t!”. a little bit fluffy in the end with him assuring her that this will never happen because he loves her too much 🥹

+more requests that are along the same vein. Here’s to some of you seeking a comfort drabble with our beloved meow meow. 🤍🦇

Immutable Truth

Alucard’s wife dreams that he cheated on her. [She/her]

It is immutable truth. Just as the sun is bright and the nights are dark, I love you.

Alucard wakes to the sound of his wife sniffling next to him.

He wipes the sleep from his eyes and immediately attempts to take her in his arms, but she wouldn't budge. “What’s wrong? Another nightmare?”

He expects some half-slurred sad story—the usual culprit that breaks her sleep—but meets instead a stone cold glare.

Her eyes are burning. "I dreamt that you cheated on me!"

His wife's remark almost had him laughing, if not for the distress on her face.

“What? Love, I never would,” he states calmly. “Hush now. It’s a bad dream and nothing more, I assure you.”

"Adrian, I-I..."

And there it is, the sight he dreads the most. Quivering lips, reddened eyes, tears that wouldn't seem to stop. Her sobbing pierces straight through his heart and fills him with the overwhelming need for anything to have it stop, anything to make her feel better.

"Hush now, darling. It was nothing but a bad dream. Come here," he says, arms open to receive her. She glares at him yet again.

“Should I be offended, my love? I would never look another way; surely you know this to be true.” But his words don’t get him anywhere. She wouldn't accept his embrace.

Sigh. "Alright, I won't touch you. But would you tell me, please, darling? So that I may soothe your worries." I hate to see you cry.

"I dreamt that y-you chose someone else over m-me; t-that you l-left me—hic—just like that..."

Oh.

He listens patiently, giving his wife time to let it all out and calm herself.

“You are constantly at the receiving end of confessions after confessions. Letters, presents, barely veiled affection right in front of my eyes, even though we're married!"

It is true, Alucard has to admit. Ever since the establishment of Belmont Village, he had been somewhat popular. There are some that have been, for lack of a better word, persistent despite his martial status.

He nearly cringed. He had an inkling that those incidents bothered her but chose to downplay them in lieu of causing a rift. The idea of ever leaving her had always been ludicrous at best, but he realises now that he should have been doing a much better job of reassuring her. He should have been firmer in rejecting others' advances.

Alucard takes her hands in his, and this time she lets him. “I understand," he says. "I have gotten used to the attention as of late that I…" He shakes his head. "No, there is no excuse. I apologise. I would do better.”

He caresses her cheeks, tenderly wiping away new tears that are threatening to form before they could have the chance to break his heart in pieces. “I want you to know that their words hold very little weight to me.”

It’s only you whose love and affection cause a stomping in my heart, a magnitude of which I have never felt before, he wants to express but couldn’t find the right words to. It's only you whose very voice is enough to lift my spirit. How could I ever hope to replace this feeling? To love another? To abandon you would be akin to losing everything. Everything.

"I have everything I could ever want. I have you."

It is immutable truth. Just as the sun is bright and the nights are dark, I love you. I love you and I am yours.

“There’s only you, darling. I love only you.“

Alucard goes on to reason with her. “Have I ever given you cause to worry? When was the last time?”

When was the last time? He looks at her as if to challenge her. The very notion of him looking another way was almost laughable if his beloved wife wasn’t in agony over it.

“Don’t you make light of my commitment to you,” he tells his wife solemnly. How long has he to live? A thousand years, if not more, yet all of it he wishes to spend with her. It’s almost frightening, truly, the depth of his affection and adoration for this woman. His want—his need—for her runs so deeply it’s enough for him to believe it can transcend lifetimes.

The thought of being somewhere, anywhere, without her is frightening in and of itself. How was he to even ponder it?

“There is not a life in which I would ever abandon you,” he says plain and simple. The surest thing in the world.

“There is only you, my darling wife,” he says pointedly. “In any life, in any place, I would choose you.” In a heartbeat. Always. It’s only fitting, he thinks. For there was nothing before she came into his life.

“I’m sorry…” his wife mumbles, avoiding his eyes, looking adorably like a petulant child ashamed of her blunder. It makes him smile. Silly girl.

“It’s alright, please; you had a valid concern. And I don’t wish for you to misunderstand. I am not angry.” He opens his arms to receive her, to shield her. “Come here to me.”

This time, she tilts her face toward his like a sunflower to the sun, a pleased smile now etching itself onto her mouth. Alucard places a kiss upon it and captures her in his arms.

He who was found in chains, set free. | VI.

A/N: This is where I'll probably start changing the timeline a bit for the sake of the fic. Canon compliant, for the most part. But you will notice instances of change.

TW: mention of self harm, mention of abuse.

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The days would pass as they normally did, except now you had a safe haven, with food and shelter and a bath, along with the company that wanted you there. It was an absolute dream in your eyes. This was probably the most normal you had felt since being sold. Instances were still difficult for you, like going out to the market. Alucard...Adrian, had asked you if you would like to accompany him to a nearby village, to gather more spices and vegetables he hadn’t grown himself yet. Dread filled your existence with the mere thought of going back out to a public space. You feared you would see someone you knew, somehow, and tell him where you had gone. Hell, you didn’t even know if the man was still alive with all the attacks happening every night. He could have been dead for all you knew. Still, the chance that he could have possibly caught wind of your current settlement was enough to have all the color drain from your face. You politely declined, with a forced smile, stating you’d rather ‘stay here and finish up the housework.’ (He knew you were just making an excuse, he saw how terrified you were. His heart broke for you.)

To make it up to you, he bought you a few journals, he figured you wanted them with how many marked pages there were in your books. You beamed at him like the sun. 

Most nights would be the same also: you and Adrian reading more on magic, him teaching you more of the basic elemental skills witches can learn easily. You also asked him questions on the book of the human body, how to say certain words and to explain certain excerpts better. He happily obliged, giving you time to write down in your fresh journal a few notes. You studied something more akin to druidic magic as you came to learn. More restorative, healing magic abilities. Combining the forces of nature. These studies were mostly on your own, with Adrian reading up on his own studies. He wasn’t able to help you much in that regard, his own magical abilities stopping at the basics or transfiguration, simply there to help with incantations you couldn’t say. But you enjoyed his company. Other nights, well, other nights were...difficult. On more than one occasion Adrian had woken up to the sounds of you screaming, crying hysterically in your sleep. Usually you would wake up before it got too bad, or calmed yourself before Adrian ever opened your door.

Tonight wasn’t one of those nights.

It was always difficult for Adrian to sleep, nightmares coming to him regularly as well. But tonight he was glad he had still been awake, as he heard faint sounds of you crying from down the hall. He was instantly on his feet, making his way down to your room, trying his best to stay calm as he approached you. You were balled up, hands and jaw clenched, tears staining your face. You hyperventilated, nearly choking when oxygen couldn’t come fast enough. He called out to you, trying to coax you awake, but it was so difficult when you jerked away even in slumber. Calling your name once more, he slowly went to reach a hand onto your shoulder and you jostled awake, screaming out.

“Don’t touch me!” you screeched, arms covering your head as you sat up, nails clawing at your own scalp. Adrian took a step back, kneeling down next to the bed and tried your name again. “Please, look at me, it’s Alucard..” He paused, correcting himself. “It’s just me, Adrian. Come on, look at me.” You heard him, muffled and so distant, but you heard him. Your screams dulled down, able to concentrate a bit more on the sound of his voice. All you saw was him. Filling your senses and your mind, was only him. And it was so hard to drown it all out and focus on Adrian. Your eyes were looking at him, but still so unfocused, scanning the room out of fear. “He’s, he was here, he was here!” You sobbed, clawing at your marred arms. Alucard shushed you as best he could, reaching out for you again, stopping you from puncturing skin with how harshly you were scratching at yourself.

“He wasn’t, he was never here, it was a nightmare that’s all.” He whispered, taking your face into his hands once he deemed you calm enough to let go of your hands. Finally, finally you focused on Adrian, silently weeping into his hands. He whispered your name, brushing away the tears from your face. “It’s okay, you’re safe.” 

Even after fleeing from that hell you’ve endured all your life, you couldn’t escape it. You closed your eyes tight and cried, softly, hands grasping at the sleeves of Alucard’s pajamas. You didn’t know what to say, feeling too scared to even feel embarrassment over what had happened. Alucard dipped in closer, pressing his forehead to yours and continued reassuring you that no one would touch you. 

The two of you stayed like this for some time.

--

You danced awkwardly around each other for the first few hours of the day. You didn’t know how to address what had happened the night before, and Alucard had been feeling entirely too many emotions after being so close to you. You both thought the same thing however: the entire situation was much more intimate than the circumstance allowed. It felt like too much, Alucard hadn’t touched someone since Sumi and Taka arrived at his door, and you had never had a man touch you without taking advantage of you. This was unchartered territory, and neither of you were ready to explore that.

So you didn’t.

And you ignored it.

Today was a bit different, after breakfast and washing up you accompanied him outside to the small homestead he had begun behind the castle. You had helped with the weeding, tending to the vegetables and herbs, and even picked some that were ready to be consumed. You already had some ideas for the next few dinners seeing all the fresh goods you had just gathered. Unknown to you, Adrian had looked over while your back was turned and he couldn’t help but smile. And then looked at your exposed arms and legs, remembering all the lacerations he had seen when you first got there. And his smile dropped. 

He supposed today was as good a day as any to ask about them.

--

Alucard made dinner tonight- spatchcocked chicken with carrots and potatoes- you had grown more accustomed to being able to eat delicious meals freely (though some days you still stuttered through a meal, constantly reminding yourself you didn’t have to wait for him to finish his food before beginning). And then he spoke your name.

“What of..what of the lacerations on your arms? And legs? Did he...did he--” Did he make them? Or did you?

You swallowed, and looked anywhere else rather than his direction. Shame filled you, and you tightened your grip on the silverware. “I, uhm, well...--most of them came from him.” Most. Adrian held his breath, and tongue. “I told him the first ones were an accident, but he didn’t like that. So he....he, ah,” your breath quickened, reminded of the terrors.

“So you think it’s cute to fuck with my property, huh? You think it’s fun to damage what’s mine?!” He screamed, towering over you with a knife in one hand, makeshift gag in another. “No one gets to do that but me, you hear me you witch whore?!” You opened your mouth to apologize, instead a wad of fabric was shoved into your mouth and tied behind your head, muffling any sound. You eyes wide, frantically looking at your master trying to scoot away from him from the floor. 

“If you want cuts so bad, then that’s what I’ll give you.” He smirked, before getting to work.

 “I don’t, uhm, I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” You choked out, drinking some water to calm yourself. 

“I’m sorry,” Adrian started “It wasn’t my intention to harm you, I shouldn’t have pried.” 

You shook your head. “No, it’s okay, I understand. I am still a stranger to you.” Not really he wanted to rebuttal, but let you continue. “I would be curious too.”

“Well, are you?” You blinked, looking at Adrian with confusion.

“Curious, I mean. Are you curious about me? We are still strangers.” You could hear a hint of teasing in his tone, the small smirk showing a fang. You smiled.

“I’m curious to learn whatever you will share with me, Adrian.”

-

You and Alucard spoke for hours, well after dinner and cleaning up. Well after it was time for bed. He shared with you his childhood, stories of his mother, looking fondly at the portraits painted of her and his father. He shared tales of Dracula’s travels, how he was a man of science with knowledge to save the world if he really wanted to. And then he told you about Sumi and Taka. And what they had done to him, and what he had done to them. That answered the question of the corpses hanging in front of the castle.

 You, in turn, shared with him any fond memories you can remember. Memories in Gresit with villagers that treated you kindly. You were never sure if they knew the horrors your master had inflicted upon you. And if they did, they never spoke a word of it. All you could be sure was that they never found out you were a witch, something he always hung over your head as a threat. You told him stories of the children you had babysat a few times, stories of their parents.

You told him a story of someone you could have loved, maybe, if times were different.

His chest tightened as you spoke that one. 

You noticed a shift.

“Have you..have you ever been in love, Adrian?” You whispered, almost embarrassed to ask. 

“Hm...no, I don’t think I have.” He looked towards the fire that had been burning in the study. “I don’t think I’ve ever had the opportunity to. It’s been...quite the journey since Dracula.” 

You frowned, thinking aloud to yourself, “I wonder what it feels like, being in love...” you sighed, scribbling nothing in particular in the corner of a journal. 

“I don’t think it’d feel any different.” Adrian answered. “I think...I think you’ll just..know, when you’re in love. And the world will look a bit brighter.” Even if the world’s on fire, it might be bearable with someone you love. 

 The two of you ended up staring at each other, and your breath hitched. Alucard spoke first. “I think it’s time for bed.” Barely above a whisper, and you nodded, bidding him a good night. 

-

It had been a month since you first arrived, and there had been a drastic shift in the air since. What started off tense, volatile, and overwhelming had turned comforting, safe. You felt, dare you say it, almost at home. Sure, there had been times were the line between friend and something else was blurred, but the two of you managed to live together without issues.

A month of studying, slowly learning magic. Apparently you were a natural, according to Adrian. You had been able to catch on much quicker than he had thought possible in the beginning. You were so willing to learn, and absorb as much knowledge that you could that in all honesty it shouldn’t have been a shock to him. But it was a shock to you, how quickly you were able to use regenerative properties to heal, learn how to grow vegetation around you, even shift some soil around you. You had been doing so well, you were learning how to breathe again.

And then it felt a little harder to breathe, when they returned.

You were in the library when you heard a man you’ve never heard before boom his voice throughout the castle. Followed by a more demure voice, a woman perhaps. And then footsteps. And then the footsteps got closer, until they were outside the door that had just swung open. 

“Uh...who the hell are you?”

“Belmont! Be nice” 

You shrunk into yourself. It’d been too long since you’ve had to learn how to interact with people. Trusting Adrian as much as you did now had been an arduous process, and now there are strangers in front of you, asking who you are, bickering with each other. And it was getting harder to breathe, and harder to focus, and your chest felt tight. “Ah, I’m--I’ve been here, living--I uhm,” you couldn’t get any real sentence out, backing yourself towards the towering shelf and gripping onto the sleeves of another blouse gifted to you.

“I’m sorry, my brain damaged partner here is a brute and doesn’t know how to address women properly.” The woman scowled at the man she was with. “Although, I am curious to know what you’re doing here, Alucard normally doesn’t allow...guests. Who are you?” She questioned you again, and you couldn’t find your voice. Everything was suddenly too loud, heart beating in your ears. Your breaths were shallow, going into a state of shock. You wanted to shrink, you wanted to disappear, you wanted to--

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t crowd my guest.” Alucard spoke from behind the pair. Except he was smiling. He was smiling at these strangers, and welcomed them into his home with open arms. You tasted bitterness on your tongue. “Sypha,” he regarded the woman with a smile. Your heart clenched. “Belmont.” He sounded annoyed speaking to the other, but there was still a smile on his face. “She’s a friend.” He introduced you to the two still in front of you, and you forced a smile and a small bow, hands now gripping the front of your blouse by your chest. It was still difficult to breathe. “It’s nice to meet you both. I’m sorry, but I just remembered I have to do something, excuse me.” You scurried away without further explanation, and without shooting a glance at Alucard who seemed lost. 

Belmont, as you knew him, snorted out a laugh. “Finally brought home a woman, huh Alucard? What, only one you could find is as skittish as a mouse?” He really thought he was so funny. And in any other case Alucard would retort with something witty or taunting. Instead, he was cold in response.

“Do not speak about her like that.” 

The man in question furrowed his brows and sighed, dropping it. Sypha chimed in. “Oookay, we came here to catch up! And...ask for help. There’s trouble.”

-

While you were initially going to make the two of you dinner, you feigned suddenly ill, and stayed in your room for the rest of the evening. Alucard, worried, had made dinner with you in mind anyways and fed the two strangers, who had left an hour later to the Belmont hold beneath the Castle. Alucard went to your door, then. 

He knocked. No response. He knocked again, and waited. Maybe you were ill, or perhaps sleeping. Maybe in the bath? He called out your name, and he heard a squeak of a chair. Then patters of your feet. And then the click of the latch.

“Yes?” You spoke, watching him between the crack of the door you had opened. 

“Will you eat dinner with me?” He asked, hopeful. You shook your head. “I’m sorry Adrian I don’t feel well, I wouldn’t want to get you sick--”

“They went to the hold outside. They won’t be back for at least an hour, I assume.” He interrupted. “Please...have dinner with me.”

It was hard to say no to him when he asked so kindly.

You ate in silence, silverware scraping across the plates. You didn’t know how to express how or what  you had been feeling. So you didn’t. And stayed quiet. But Adrian wouldn’t have it.

“Those are my friends. Trevor, and Sypha. They’re good people.” He started, feeling your apprehension. “They helped me defeat Dracula. They have...saved my life on some occasions. I’m very grateful to them.” He’ll never tell Trevor that though. “I do hope you can give them some grace, they don’t know about your, ah, past. But I understand you needing time for that also.”

You could have cried right then and there. Adrian always knows when you need to hear something.

“I’m sorry.” You choked. “I’m sorry for being rude to your friends.”

“Don’t misunderstand, I don’t want nor need your apologies. You’ve done nothing wrong. I only wish for you to know who they are...that’s all.” He reached over the table, extending a hand, open palm, towards you. You don’t know why you felt so inclined to, but your hand met his. Fingers barely touching, but touching nonetheless. You smiled, looking down towards the table. 

The doors swung open, startled you retracted your hand back to your lap. 

It looked like Trevor was going to speak up, but Sypha beat him to it. 

“We need to go, Alucard.” 

“Adrian, where are you going?”

The pair looked on, almost shocked at the name that came out of your mouth. Don’t they know his name is Adrian and not Alucard? 

“There’s...There’s trouble. And they need me to be Alucard. I..I have to go.” It almost pained him to say those words to you. 

You said nothing, tears pooling at the corners of your eyes. But you knew better than to be selfish. You had grown so accustomed to being here, it never occurred to you that you might have to leave. “I’ll pack my things, I’ll just be a minute--”

“You’re staying here.”

You paused for a moment. “But you’re leaving, why would you let me stay in your home unattended?”

“Because it’s your home now, too.” Alucard forgot he had an audience. Trevor cleared his throat, and then grunted with Sypha elbowing him in the side. His neck burned, embarrassed anyone else was here to witness this. He sighed, taking strides towards you and squatting down to your level at the table.

“Stay here. Take care of the castle. I’ll be back soon, alright?”

You nodded.

He left.

And the castle felt just as lonely and cold as the day you left Gresit.

Hello, can you do something with number 18, with the cute but sexy Adrian tepes, please? If you're busy and can't, I'll understand. I love all your work!

A/N: Ahh thank you so much!! I appreciate the support fr ;A; I tried my best with this one, didn't realize how difficult it would be to write Adrian in this light lmfao. I hope this is okay for you! CW: nsfw, smut, noncon, pet names, drugging implications

Noncon x Alucard

This wasn’t how the night was supposed to go. You were supposed to have a pleasant dinner with a neighbor, exchange smiles and pleasantries, and go home. You weren’t supposed to be gagged in his bed, legs spread open with rope as he continued to pound into you. 

Your neighbor had always been a perfect gentleman. He would help you bring your groceries inside, assist you with anything around the house that you weren’t to fix yourself, and always hold the door open whenever you two went out for drinks (as friends, of course). You couldn’t have asked for someone better to live next to. He was nice, with a charming smile. So you didn’t even think twice when he asked you to come over for a home cooked meal.  “You’re just always so busy.” He’d say. “And I’d love to cook you a proper meal, if you have the time.” You had gone over, dressing for the occasion and brought a bottle of wine. And he sent you the dazzling smile. This was the first time you’d ever been in his home and you wanted to make a good impression.

Mistake. 

Alucard had made you feel so comfortable, asking you questions about your friends and work over dinner, and feeding you wine glass after wine glass. You thought nothing of it, as he was having just as many. But you started feeling a bit dizzy, couldn’t really keep a grip on your silverware anymore. He leaned his hand on his face and sent you a small smirk before you nearly collapsed on the floor. “Let’s go lay down, sweetheart.” Is the only thing you heard before everything went black.

Your eyes opened, trying to focus on anything in the room. But when you fully came to, you felt a fullness in you that you hadn’t before. And Alucard was above you, rocking his hips against yours at a steady pace. You groaned, moreso because of the pounding headache you felt and not out of pleasure, but he didn’t take it that way.  “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Alucard moaned above you, a hand caressing your cheek before wrapping his long fingers around your neck loosely. “You always look so fucking good, ah--fuck--I can’t think straight.” You fought against the restraints, trying to yell but being forced to stay silent behind the gag. Your eyes widened, tears flowing freely. You shook your head, almost as if you were begging him to stop. “This isn’t how I wanted you in my bed, sweetheart. I wanted you to be pliant, I wanted you to want this. But you never got my fucking hints.” He thrusted into you harsher, balls slapping against your skin. His cock bullied into your tight hole, ignoring all your muffled pleas to stop. “But it’s okay darling, you’re going to love me as much as I love you, I promise.”

kinktober 39 and alucard bcs he defo would

A/N: omg he absolutely would body worship his beloved are you kidding me. Thank you for the req and I hope you like it mwuah

CW: smut, oral (f! recieving), pet names (sweetheart, darling, love, etc)

Alucard x body worship!

“Absolutely stunning...” He whispers, trailing kisses down your body. “You’re radiant, my love..you’re the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen.” You’d been feeling quite self-conscious about your body recently, hiding behind larger pieces of clothing than normal so that you didn’t have a shape. You would inch away from Adrian, always making excuses as to why you didn’t want to be intimate with him. When he found out why you’d been feeling more distant from him, he wouldn’t have any of it.

He gave extra attention to your hips, your stomach, your thighs, anything that you’d been trying to hide from him. “Look how gorgeous you are” he cooed, grazing his teeth on your thighs. He bit and suckled hickies across your thighs, kissing each small bruise he left behind as an apology, (he wasn’t sorry). Slowly, Alucard parted your thighs while looking deep into your eyes. “Don’t hide from me, darling, please....you’re so perfect.” He begged, dipping lower and licking a stripe across your slit. Your breath hitched, hands clawing at the bedding underneath you. “Alucard..” You whined, attempting to close your legs but he pried them open and kept them there. “Sweetheart, no no no keep those beautiful legs open for me.” 

Alucard took a deep breath in, breathing in your scent with a gutteral moan. He could get pussy drunk off your scent alone. “You smell fucking divine.” He groaned, before dipping his tongue deep inside your weeping cunt. You cried out a gasp, arching your hips towards him. Alucard pressed kisses on your pussy, licking and slurping your wetness. He was messy, practically making out with your cunt as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “I could be in between your legs for hours.” He mumbled against you, nearly clawed hands gripping at your thighs that kept trying to crush his head between them (he really wouldn’t have minded that anyways). “Alucard, p-please..I’m so close..!” You whined, humping his face as he continued to suckle your clit. He pulled away for a minute, continuing to stimulate you with a thumb pressed against your clit. “Tell me what I want to hear, sweetheart.” He whispered, kissing your thighs as he waited. 

You were embarrassed to say the least, covering your face with your arm while you continued to lift your hips in hopes for more. “Alucard, please.” You whimpered. Alucard stilled while he waited. “Look at me, tell me what I want to hear baby.” 

You glanced at him, “I’m..I’m beautiful. I deserve love.” You teared up speaking, and whimpered when Alucard sped up on rubbing your clit. “Exactly darling, you’re beautiful, you’re gorgeous, “ He slipped two fingers into your weeping cunt curling upwards and hitting you just right. “You’re so perfect, I can’t get enough of you.” You tried to hold back a cry, tears slipping down your face. “Go ahead, love, cum for me, show me how beautiful you are when you cum on my fingers.” He latched his mouth on you one last time and it sent you tumbling over the edge in ecstasy. 

Alucard worked you through your orgasm until you pushed him away with overstimulation. Slowly, he crawled up your body with more kisses before he planted a loving and passionate kiss on your lips. 

“If you ever forget how beautiful you are, I’ll always be there to remind you.”

He who was found in chains set free. | VIII.

Hello to everyone reading! I hope you're still enjoying this fic, it's been a lot of fun to write so far! Just wanted to give full disclosure, there is sexual assault attempted in his chapter, so just me mindful while reading. Should be smoother sailing after this, and much more canon compliant! The latin in this roughly translates to "come forth earth mother, lend me your strength."

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The town makes quick way of packing itself up and leaving the same night as the night creature attack. Saint Germain, Greta, and Alucard himself at the head of the group. Greta, somber as can be, gives the village one last look before moving onwards, towards sanctuary. They make their way through an eerie patch of woods, before Greta speaks up. 

“Surely it would have been safer to do this during daylight.”

“We would have been expected to do this during daylight.” A retort from Alucard. “We may call them night creatures, but they operate perfectly when in sunshine.”

And then Saint Germain, “but surely the vampires who command them are disadvantaged by daylight.”

Alucard sighs. “Their night creatures are clearly being instructed. The attacks are too targeted.”

“So we’re moving before they can be given fresh orders.”

They continue on throughout the night, hoping that they can live through the night before the night creatures are given direct orders. Saint Germain, ever the optimist, has stated it’s “slim chances” to make it. No matter, the group moved forward.

Greta sighed. “All this and a magical tramp.”

Alucard raises a brow “magical?”

“I’ve lived out here my whole life. We live next to the spirits of wood and stream, the things that come with the storm and the smell of magic. You smell of it, he reeks of it.”

“Hm. What does it smell like to you?” 

“On you, it’s sweet like spices. On him, it’s rotten.”

“Yes, it’s r-rendered me quite deaf!” You were meant to hear that, Germain.

More bickering before Greta informs them she’ll be circling around, making sure there weren’t any stragglers. It didn’t last long before sounds were made in the distance, “keep walking.” Instructed Alucard before taking off into the trees. He waited, and listened, and looked around until he found the night creature he was looking for. And he took off, swinging his sword at the beast and slashing at its throat, rendering its vocal cords useless. They continued their fighting in the skies, until more of them started pouring in. And the fight continued

-

“And then I put them outside on stakes like I was my father.” Alucard sheathes his sword.

“Okay...”

“I’m just saying, I’m not at my best.”

Greta hums. “I can see that. I mean, I had a boyfriend and a girlfriend at the same time once, but they never tried to kill me. Actually, no. I tell a lie. His wife went for me with a pitchfork.”

Alucard couldn’t help but laugh.

Greta continued. “I knew you’d be strange, but I didn’t think it would be something like this that brought you back to life.”

“It’s always something like this. It always looks like a war. But really, it’s a rescue. Alone. Then the fight. The rescue. Then alone.” And then he thought of you. How you always looked at him like he rescued you. But in reality, you had rescued him from a life of cruelty and loneliness. And then he left you alone. 

“It’s always something like this. I should probably grow all the way up and accept it now.”

“There are worse things. You could be outside someone else’s castle with a stake up your bum.”

-

After a few more arduous battles through the woods, and the rest of the hours of night, the group had made it to the outside of the castle. And he was so relieved. 

Saint Germain couldn’t help but revel in the glory of the sight. “Dracula’s castle...astonishing. It’s really quite--”

“Ugly as sin.” Joined Greta. 

“It’s not ugly.” “It’s ugly. And it’s sad. And it’s cold. Bad things happened here.” 

Alucard scowled. “That’s my childhood home you’re talking about.”

Greta looked away. “Well, that explains a lot. Sorry. Some places just have a chill on them. Maybe my people and I can warm it up.”

Alucard bowed slightly, raising an arm to the castle, “welcome to my home.” Greta smiled at him as she passed, and he couldn’t help but smile back.

-

You heard commotion in the foyer of the castle, heart almost bursting through your chest. You rush down towards the sound, but as you got closer you realized you didn’t recognize a single voice. It wasn’t Trevor, or Spyha, or Adrian. They were strangers, coming into Adrian’s home--your home--and your skin began to crawl.

Don’t panic, this is why you’ve been studying, you can do this. You thought to yourself as you closed your eyes, bringing your pointer and middle finger up to your lips. “Egredere, terra mater, commoda mihi vires tuas.” Your other hand, palm open, motioned upwards towards the ceiling. And then you pointed forward with your fingers. 

Vines started to creep through the cracks of the floors beneath the village people, and by the time anyone had noticed what was happening half of them were trapped within the clutches of the branches. Some of them yelled, arms being locked behind their backs, legs stopped in their tracks. 

“What the hell is this?” Greta exclaimed, looking at Alucard who was just as confused as to what was happening. He readied himself to jump into another battle with an unknown being until, 

“Please, I suggest you all leave. The owner of this house wouldn’t be happy if you came here to rob them.”

Your voice echoed through the halls, and Adrian’s never been more relieved.

You’re still here. 

He called out to you, and heard a smallest gasp coming from above the grand staircase. You stood there, almost stupefied that you were looking at him again. After nearly three months of solitude, Adrian was home again. The two of you simply looked at each other, and he couldn’t take his eyes off you. You looked radiant, no longer a shell of a person but fleshed out. Ethereal. Your skin looks like it’s glowing, healthy. Hair tidy, pulled back in a high ponytail with a ribbon. He could stare at you for hours, days, really--

“Ahem.” 

You startled, after the main in red cleared his throat, and you released the magic you had used, letting go of the people in the foyer. You still didn’t come down, still tense and waiting for someone to attack, which obviously never came. Adrian smiled, making quick way to you at the top of the steps, stopping right in front of you. He whispered your name. “You’re still here...” Almost like a dream, like he didn’t think you’d still wait here alone.

You wanted to reach out to him, and cry, and thank all the Gods in the sky for bringing him back home. But you wouldn’t, couldn’t do that in front of all these people that you didn’t know. Anxiety was already spiking underneath your flesh and bones, instead you looked down at your shoes to ground yourself. “I am, still here...and you’re home.” You choked out the last word, home. 

But nothing good can ever last, can it?

“And someone else who reeks of magic.” A woman, who sounded vicious. You looked up, and bile rose in your mouth. Oh god, it’s going to happen, someone’s going to figure you out and burn you at the stake. You’re going to be killed for being born a witch, you’re going to be slaughtered, you’re going to--

“Greta, this is my friend.” He spoke your name. Friend. You felt bitter, but didn’t know why. “And I’m pretty sure you have no standing to be upset with her magic when you reached out to a Dhampir?” He questioned, and the woman--Greta-- simply rolled her eyes. “So long as she doesn’t attack my people again, then we won’t have a problem.” You didn’t like the way she looked at you when she said it. It was self defense!

“It’s okay, I know it was.” You reeled back, had you said that out loud? Shameful. “I’m sorry, Adrian, I didn’t know--” A hand touched your cheek, and you bit your lip. But you didn’t move. Slowly, you looked back up to him, and saw him smiling. Smiling at you.

“I knew you’d become an impressive witch.” He whispered, thumb caressing the skin underneath your eye. 

-

In the heat of the moment you were so happy that Adrian was finally home. But as the hours progressed, and seeing all these people in your space, no longer making you feel comfortable in the castle, you wanted to run and hide. And you did, for most of the day. Any time you had bumped into someone new your anxiety heightened and you couldn’t breathe, making any excuse you could to leave.  It was starting to eat you alive. Like you couldn’t live here anymore. Like this was no longer a safe space for you. You locked yourself away in your bedroom, the room you hadn’t slept in for months, and paced, trying to calm yourself down. 

A knock on the door. A call of your name. “Are you there?” Adrian. 

You wanted to run and unlock the door, be able to talk to him. But you were starting to feel resentful. Why would he bring so many people here? Trevor and Sypha were enough. But this? It’s like he wanted you to leave. You said nothing, and just stared at the door hoping he’d go away. He spoke again. “I can hear you, you know. Please, unlock the door.” He practically begged. Your anxiety quelled just enough for you to move your feet, and unlock the door. You stepped away. He came in, and closed it behind him.”You did a beautiful job with farming while I was gone, did you grow new vegetables?” He turned around, smile dropping from his face. “What’s wrong? Has something happened?”

You scowled, almost angry. “There are too many people here, Adrian. I can’t breathe here. I don’t want to go out there.” This is why I never went out to the village in the first place. You were wringing your hands together, still fidgety.  He sighed.

“I’m sorry, I know this isn’t ideal. Trust me, I’m not the biggest fan. But I couldn’t leave them out there.”

“You left me.”  It felt like you had just slapped him. “You left me here, for months. Did you know that? I was alone. You couldn’t leave them, like you left me?” You had never sounded so angry with him. He tasted bile on his tongue. 

“It wasn’t my intention to leave for so long, I couldn’t--” He didn’t know what to say. His eyes searched for any sign of forgiveness. You had so much you wanted to yell at him, but instead you sighed, and excuse yourself from his presence.

“I’m going out to the garden, I’d like to be alone.” And you were gone.

And he was left alone.

-

You were so frustrated. You wanted to be so happy that Adrian was back home. But instead you were bombarded with so many strangers and an angry headwoman of the people, ready to instigate a fight you were sure to lose. Greta. You felt sick to your stomach thinking of the way he spoke her name, the way he looked at her. Maybe it would have been better if he didn’t come back. Maybe, just maybe you wouldn’t have to see him slowly fall in love in front of your very eyes. You couldn’t handle that.

And then you started to feel guilty. Because you hadn’t greeted him with open arms, in his own home. And that you spoke to him like that, as if he hadn’t taken you in like a stray a few months back. You felt guilty because he should be able to fall in love, after the life he lived he deserved happiness. You wanted him more than anything to be happy. 

I deserve happiness too! 

You pushed all those invasive thoughts to the back of your mind and continued through the homestead, that thankfully had no one in the area. You tended to the vegetables, and the herbs, getting lost in your own space. You sprinkled a bit of magic here and there, just the healthy kind that helped the plants grow strong. You smiled at the roots, getting ready to pick whatever was in season.

“So this is where you’ve been.” Your heart stopped. You knew that voice. 

“You ran away like a little bitch, and found a little fucking boyfriend is that it?” Tears pooled at your eyes. You couldn’t breathe, you didn’t dare turn around. You were starting to shake incessantly. And then your head was ripped back by the roots of your hair and you cried out.

“Look at me when I’m fucking talking to you!”

There he was. The demon of the man that you still saw in your nightmares. The man that made your life a living hell. You could never escape him, no matter how hard you tried. He’d always be there. Hyperventilating, you grabbed at his hand entangled in your hair in hopes to loosen it. Instead you were thrown to the ground and instantly he was on you, hand covering your mouth. 

“Don’t forget that I still own you. Learning a little magic doesn’t make you any better, you disgusting whore” 

All the trauma you’d been trying to heal from came back to haunt you, trying your hardest to scream but you couldn’t.

Get off me! Please, please I was finally happy! Leave me alone!

Your vision blurred, and you attempted desperately to blink away the tears. You tried to push him off you, kick away, anything you could do to free yourself. He couldn’t help but laugh.

“You were never this lively back in Gresit.” He cooed. “I like it, makes it all the more fun to break you.” A hand was at his belt, undoing his pants and releasing himself from its confines, pushing your skirt up. You screamed behind his hand, flailing like a wild animal caught in a hunter’s trap. 

Please, not again, I’m begging. Someone help me, someone help--!

In an instant you were freed from below him, breath coming into your lungs freely. And you heard a crash against a tree. Your eyes scanned the area, panicked and saw him--Saw Adrian with his clawed hand wrapped around your master’s neck. Droplets of blood trickled down, and Adrian growled, eyes red with fury. 

“If you ever dare to look upon her again, I swear I will rip your fucking throat out.” He snarled, fangs gleaming in the sunlight. Your master cried out, trying to push himself away to no avail. “I should fucking kill you. I should fucking slaughter you for what you’ve done to her.” Adrian couldn’t contain his rage, knowing that this is the man that had done everything to you. Every vile and vicious deed that you had described, and the ones you couldn’t bear to speak. He had taken everything from you, and Adrian was ready to see his blood spilled.

But he wouldn’t be any better than his father.

“But I’m going to let you live. You’re going to leave my castle and my land. And if I ever see you here again--or even catch wind of you staying in the area, the water will run red with your blood. Do you understand me?” He growled, digging into your master’s neck a bit more. He only struggled to get away, crying. “I said do you fucking understand me?” 

“Y-Yes! I’ll leave! I’ll leave right away! Please don’t kill me!” He cried, and was thrown off to the side. The man in question coughed, trying to catch his bearings before running off into the woods. Alucard didn’t know where he was going and he didn’t care. He hoped the night creatures would do the job he didn’t.

And then he heard you cry. 

He was next to you in an instant, hands coming up open palmed, showing that he meant no harm. You threw yourself onto Adrian, face into his chest and cried, cried harder than you think you ever had before. He wrapped his arms around you, bringing you closer to him. There were no words he could say to make this better. He brought the devil himself directly to you. Your biggest fear....and he made it come true. He pressed a hand to the back of your head, lightly scratching at your hair. The other wrapped around your waist. He rocked you back and forth, whispering I’m sorry, you won’t ever see him again, I’ll protect you. Your hands clawed at his back, trying to get infinitely closer while you sobbed. No one else mattered but you. Not him, not the townspeople. No one. And Adrian would keep you safe with his life.