He Who Was Found In Chains Set Free. | VIII.

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."

Can be found on AO3, here!

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.

Madara Romance HC Ramble

While I sometimes read (and enjoy) a MUCH more intense version of Madara than I would write for my own work, I strongly believe he would NOT BE DEGRADING or abusive to his S/O. He's all about love. Accuse me of wearing rose-tinted glasses, but here's my take.

Madara is difficult to write since he's so complex. He isn't some static character who's always optimistic, gloomy, violent, or whatever. He changes with time, growing more cynical and bitter as he lived through his tragic life and came to conclusions about the truths of the world. I will try to consolidate what we know about him and extrapolate that into what romance with Madara might generally be like.

Respects the S/O

It’s really easy to make him out to be arrogant and demeaning, or controlling. He's allowed to be arrogant when he's stronger than 99.99% of the world. Go re-watch his fight vs the Shinobi Alliance or the 5 Kage if you don’t think he has grounds for arrogance. He is simultaneously the hardest on himself. He's extremely self-deprecating when reminiscing on his past failures and transgressions, both as a child and an adult in interactions with Hashirama. Part of him likely believes he doesn't deserve you or to be loved. Of course he would naturally cherish you when you finally become a part of his life. How could he constantly insult or degrade you?

He is 'controlling' in the sense that he likes knowing where you will be/your schedule. It helps him plan when he can spend time with you. It also better helps him keep you safe. Remember Madara is so strong because he wanted to protect what's important to him, but he didn’t even force his clan to follow him when they abandoned him. Madara wants people to CHOOSE him. He wouldn’t force you into things. He wouldn't beat or coerce you either, especially not when that was what was painfully done to him.

By the way, he'll remember those special dates better than you will.

Observant and Sensitive to S/O

During kid Madara’s 2nd meeting with Hashirama, he was able to tell Hashi was feeling down from behind before even talking. And then Mads repeatedly tried to get him to spill what was bothering him in an attempt to console a potential enemy shinobi! Deep down, Madara is a kind sweetheart. He'll be there for you when you need him and there in the background when you don't realize it. He will support you in your endeavors through thick and thin.

He absolutely teases you though, in good faith. Whatever he’s mocking you about is one of your quirks that endears you to him, not something he actually judges you negatively for. The same cheekiness from his younger days is still alive in him somewhere. Don’t worry, he won't roast you as hard as he can where he knows it hurts. Hmm unless you're in a bad fight and he's feeling REALLY petty, then I can maybe see him doing that. His words could cut more than his fists.

Almost a Different Person with His Loved Ones

This is another reason he’s hard to write. While there’s no doubt he can be terrifying (which was how almost everyone in the world saw him), he can be kind of silly with those he’s closer to. He is indifferent or aloof with strangers. He was likely at least civil with others he had to deal with in public and condescending and/or hostile with those who gave him a reason to be. This man’s presence is felt wherever he goes, so of course the average person would have reason to find him intimidating.

In fact, you might occasionally find Madara intimidating too when he's in one of his moods or contemplative. It's how he is, even when not trying to be hostile or domineering. He's still softer with his loved ones than anyone outside his small inner circle. It would break his heart if you were truly afraid of him.

On the other hand, he may be awkward at times. His inability to effectively express his strong emotions to you frustrates him. He wishes he had a better grasp at social interactions, in particular when it comes to you. This guy is just too intense and doesn't know how to chill. 

Cherishes the S/O

He doesn't have much preference when it comes to appearances (body type, skin, hair colour, etc). He wants someone who's easy enough on the eyes? But beyond that, looks are superficial to him. Some people think he is vain because of how he mocked Hashi and his bowl cut/fashion sense. But really? We all know Mads held Hashirama in higher regards than he did anyone else. Madara connects through more intangible traits like values, the mind, strength, and such. He’d enjoy whatever fell out of your clothes if he loves you and doesn’t understand stuff like body insecurities. His "type" would be someone who is family-oriented, placing their children and kin above other priorities, someone who likewise supports him and wants to build a life with him. And someone who can challenge him a little.

Madara is loyal. He values his bonds and was honest until the end. Once you're his, he's also yours. You'd be super precious to him, the light of his life kind of thing. Your presence in his life inspires him to be better than he is.

Can I request some nsfw headcanons or scenario including the kinks bondage and orgasm denial for Alucard with a sub fem s!o? Thanks!

tw NSFW

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If it's quite alright with you, I would like to request Castlevania's Alucard with a female s/o who helped take dracula down. I imagine she takes Grant's place from the videogame,(they never adapted him in the anime 😔).

Love to see Alucard with a bossy, mischievous girl boss.

A/N: Hello aaa thank you for the request!! I had to do some background checking on Grant since I didn't actually play the games (fake fan fr) so I hope this sounds okay! I rewrote this like 4 times because I didn't know if HCs or a full drabble would be better ;A;

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this! It was fun writing a S/O like this!

TW: none!

Alucard with a sassy S/O ☼Oh, she was bossy alright. After the curse was lifted and she realized she had supernatural powers that never went away after being turned back to human from that demonic form (don’t ever ask her how that came to be, she’ll just shrug. How do you even explain that?) she felt more invigorated to go and fight Dracula, completely ignoring the three that saved her life. ☼“A thank you would be nice” Trevor would grumble, and she’d turn around with a taunting smirk. “I would say thank you if it weren’t for the fact you almost killed me along the way.” Was her retort, and before Belmont and company could even speak she marched her way along to the castle. “Are you coming?” she questioned ☼If y’all thought the trio was fun with their bickering you should see the way she gangs up on Trevor with Alucard! But only when Sypha wasn’t around, she had to maintain an image around the woman (that she wasn’t just as childish as the boys were, liar.) ☼“Come on Belmont, don’t listen to Alucard. I think your whip is cool. Just...not as cool as the magical sword that floats around him all the time.” She’d throw a wink at the Dhampir, who couldn’t help but blush up his neck and cough into his hand to cover up his embarrassment.  ☼Turns out, she was actually super helpful in the fight against the night creatures that crawled around Dracula’s castle, along with the vampire generals. Effortlessly jumping from wall to wall, slicing through skin and cracking bone with superhuman strength and a dagger, she really did help clear the way to Dracula for them to finish the job. ☼With all said and done, Trevor and Sypha packed up to leave, Alucard assumed you’d be going with them. ☼Imagine everyone’s shock when you shyly looked down at your scuffed boots and asked if it would ‘be alright if I stayed around. I quite like it here with you’.  ☼The teasing that would ensue from the nomadic duo would be endless until they finally left.  ☼Fast forward after defeating Death, and village Belmont being established (she still calls his Village Treffy) she’s just as fiery as she was in the beginning. The only difference is the outward love and affection she shows Alucard. And if anyone said anything about it, she’d simply flick them off with a middle finger. ☼Sometimes though, that didn’t work out the best in her favor, and would come home with cuts and bruises.

“My love, please don’t think you have to fight for my honor or something ridiculous like that.” Alucard would sigh, lightly dabbing at the cut above her eyebrow, apologizing silently when she winced. “Adrian, how am I supposed to let it go when they have something awful to say about you? You let them live on your land, build them a village, saved them from Danesti. And they have the nerve to insult you for being half vampire!” You got too animated, clutching your head where the blow landed. Alucard clicked his tongue, continuing to care of the cuts and bruises. 

“Plus, if you think I look bad you should see the other guy.” She joked, flexing an arm that wasn’t currently being bandaged up. “You didn’t think I’d lose did you? I have to look cool for our nephew that's on the way!"

Oh, he was absolutely smitten with her.

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?

Hello! I think your Carmilla writing was really nice and was wondering if you could do a request for Alucard, where the reader was also there to help beat his father but stayed behind with him for support etc., a soft romantic relationship would be lovely.

Thank you and don't feel pressured to write this.

𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄 , alucard

› ..tender moments with your beloved. — sorry this took so long! but here it is. written with fem reader in mind, but written as gn. lmk if i missed anything/used gendered terms for reader!

“It’s late.”

“Vampires don’t need to sleep.” His voice was quiet. Soft. The fire roared beside him, but your night clothes were thin, and even with the flames you shivered.

“You are not a full vampire,” you stated. “You can enjoy the simple luxuries that sleep offers. Come to bed.”

Your final words came close to a plea, a beg, to which he sighed at. He could not refuse such a simple offer, especially not from you as you stood in the doorway, arms crossed as you watched him carefully. He would not hurt you, you knew this, but you watched him. You watched his slight movements and twitches, watched his chest rise and fall with shallow breaths. God, he was perfect. Even in the tranquil time of twelve o’clock with dishevelled hair and tired eyes, he was perfect.

He was silent for a while, wood crackling to fill the void.

“Okay,” he said, and he stood. The book in his pale hands shut, and his gaze lingered on the fireplace before he turned to you. His frame was illuminated in an orange light, twinkled with gold that pronounced his blond hair, and his features.

A smile played at your lips, corners twitching up as you moved towards him, taking his pale hands in yours. They were cold, or colder than most. But they were still steady, and you held them with a familiar touch. Your thumbs swiped across the back of his hands, caressing the pale skin as your eyes darted up to his. “Good.” You said, smiling. “Come, the bed had gotten cold. I will need someone to warm me,” you joked, and he let out a breath. A soft smile, different to your coy grin made its way to his face before he shook his head at you.

“Ah, I see.” Adrian mused. “You only wish for me to be a bedwarmer. How hurt am I.” You chuckled at his words, laugh quiet. Your shoulders shook slightly, and your grin grew.

“Precisely. Now come, my love. Join me.” And he did, leaving the hearth of the fire and into a cold, cold bed waiting minute by minute to be warmed by two lovesick idiots.