Can You Do Something About Alucard Being A Father? Thank You.

Can you do something about alucard being a father? Thank you. ♡

So sorry for the late response, dear Anon. Hopefully this will make up for it~

First reaction: Pure, unadulterated terror. What if he's not ready? What if you're not ready? What if there are complications during the birth? What if he turns out like his father? What if the child hates him?

Second reaction: Tears of happiness. Tries to wait until alone before letting a few tears loose but that's not always the case - he'll spot your growing stomach and immediately tear up.

Panicked researcher; many nights are spent sleepless as he sits huddled in the castle library, mountainous stacks of books on pregnancy and child-rearing surrounding him.

Concerned about the actual delivery of the baby. Dhampir births are a rarity, so there's not much knowledge at his disposal. This meant that it was difficult to know exactly what sort of effect the birth would have on you - human bodies are awfully fragile, after all.

Cries so much now that he's finally holding, not one, but all three babies. Then you cry. Then the triplets cry. Now Alucard is crying because the babies are crying. It's a beautiful, snotty moment.

At home, he's completely fixated on the babies. He's so curious about them: their movements, their little noises. He desperately wants to know what's going through their little minds.

Keeps a journal in order to document every single moment of their lives that he can.

Absolute master at getting them to sleep. Cradled in his arms, he'll rock them, speak to them about his day, and kiss their little faces until their eyes flutter to a close. Once asleep, he'll place them in the crib and simply watch them for a few minutes, a soft smile playing on his lips.

Becomes a private tutor the moment they begin to babble. Not only will they be well educated and polite, but he teaches them all about controlling their hunger, their strength, and gradually their powers.

Frequently plans playdates for his children and those of his former companions. They used to visit the nearby village every weekend, but that soon changed when the children nearly burnt down the entirety of the marketplace - Alucard secretly blames Trevor’s and Sypha's child for being a bad influence since his own children were angels. Now their weekends are spent playing in the forest surrounding the castle. Alucard and Trevor spend the entire afternoon bragging about their children being the best.

Once the children are older, Alucard has evolved into the type of father whose children can, and do, talk to him about absolutely anything. He takes their opinions, ideas, thoughts, worries, fears, and arguments in stride, allowing them to have their say - as long as they are respectful about it, of course. If they want, he'll offer an opinion or advice depending on the situation. If they were just searching for a sympathetic ear, he'll sit patiently and listen, offering a hug once they had poured their little heart out.

Do you think Alucard, from a half vampire’s perspective, would be thinking about sinking his teeth into his lover’s neck from time to time, especially at the heat of the moment? Not because he has the urge to feed, but more like he sees it as the ultimate act of intimacy between vampire lovers, exchanging blood becoming one. His fangs are so sexy, looking at them I have such urge to ask him to bite down on my neck lol Maybe I’m just weird

I like the thought of his vampire side coming out to play from time to time — how he can’t help but gravitate to his lover’s neck/throat as if pulled by some natural force. How he likes the look of it, feels attracted by it, wants to touch it and taste it and graze his fangs along the skin there.

However, I don’t believe it’s in his character to sink his fangs in and feed without full consent. The world will crumble before he even so much as think to take advantage and prey on his lover.

If anything, I feel like they will be the one asking for it, if only cause they noticed his tightly-controlled desire to feed on them in the throes from time to time. It truly is the most vulnerable you can be. An intimate act of full trust.

Anyway, yes—

I mentioned this in the n s f w alphabet* I recently wrote, under B: Body part. Check out Mine* also - he feeds during the act.

adrian and you losing your virginity to each other. its so awkward and your both very shy and a little nervous (awe!) he definitely does his best to make it good for you even though he’s a bit nervous haha. he checks in on you—asks if he’s hurting you, he’s so gentle and hhh when you both get the hang of it there’s definitely some shared tears of happiness

Adrian finding that he actually seems to think about and have concern for his Darling's habits. He never really felt that with his friends (granted, the only real health issue was/is Belmont's drinking) and acknowledges they're adults who can do what they like, but...is he really fretting over this one human? Caring about humanity, he's felt that. But he's used to only worrying about his own safety and being pretty damn aloof. So the way his mind keeps wandering to those unhealthy habits of his Darling bothers him. It might be because his Darling is human and leave such short lives. He just wants to make sure they're around for as long as possible.

Depending on how obsessed he is, he'll either:

Not say anything but think about it

Tell them that they should be taking better care of themselves, and gently prod them into doing it

Actually take their arm or something and tell them to stop

Like my specific example is an insomniac Darling. He'll tell them it's getting late and that just because HE doesn't need to sleep, that isn't true for them. Here, he'll even lie down with you for a bit until you fall asleep. He'll even stroke them until their eyes close (though it's not as much of a burden/bother as he might let on)

"Beloved...you know I'm not fond of being dismissed like that. I can tell you're tired. Come along...Alright, I'm annoyed. I'm carrying you to bed."

Or having a sick Darling and tending to them, forcing them to stay in bed unless he thinks they need to enjoy some sunlight and fresh air with him. He tries not to fret too much over them the whole time, but it's hard when they don't listen to him and act so unreasonable.

Also imagine if dhampirs/vampires have naturally colder body temps. He tries to check if Darling has a fever, holds a hand to their forehead, and then goes "...wait" lol

Adrian not knowing or caring if he could even have a true wedding since...well, holy matrimony is something he doubts a dhampir can take part in. It's not like he cares for the approval of God or needs it as proof of his love for his Darling anyway.

Still...he wants to have a small ceremony. He wants to give his Darling a symbol of that love to keep and wear on them forever. He wants to see them dressed in finery that HE'S provided for them, a prelude of the life they can share together. He wants to have them as his wife, his beloved. As His.

There's no need to have her wear white, as that's just another church custom. Whatever she winds up wearing, he'll give her his cloak to drape over herself as well.

Imagine if the "object" he has to symbolize his love is like...not just a ring, but a little doll version of them lol. Maybe its the one he made when he was being driven mad from loneliness, but still hadn't taken the final step to kidnap them take them into his home.

Hello!

You could do a body worship for Alucard Castlevania, we know that he has that scar on his chest, plus the ones that could have been left from so many battles and maybe that makes him think that his wife feels repulsed by him, but quite the opposite! Please and thank you for giving us your writing!

A/N: It was a little difficult seeing where this was gonna go in the beginning-I decided to make this more loving than a kinktober type deal, but I hope you enjoy it all the same!! MWUAH

Body Worship x Alucard

You can feel Alucard distancing himself. It’s subtle. Unnoticeable really, to anyone who didn’t know him. But you did. And you can feel how he’s been detaching himself from society; from you. When you first noticed it, you thought the worst immediately: he didn’t love you anymore. He didn’t want to be with you, there was something wrong, he was trying to figure out a way to ask for a separation. But you calmed yourself enough to really look closer at how he was acting--and while the little voice in the back of your mind still taunted you and tried to trick you into thinking you’re the problem, you knew that wasn’t the case. But now that brings a different set of problems: Why wasn’t he saying anything about what was troubling him? You didn’t want to push it, especially since it was barely noticeable that there were any issues at all. You tried to coax it out of him, dropping things like ‘you know I’m always here if you need support right?’ or  ‘I love you Adrian, I’m here for whatever you need’. He just smiled and nodded as normal, though it didn’t reach his eyes the way it normally does.  You think you’d bring it up soon.

Alucard came home as normal in the evening time after helping the village’s men dispose of the remainder of the night creature bodies--it was a random attack, of some desperate stragglers trying to feed--hunched over and tired. You were by his side at the door, kissing his cheek and whispering ‘welcome home’ as normal, taking hold of his hand with a squeeze. There was that sad smile again. “Adrian, honey--what’s going on?” You asked, scared to raise your voice higher than a whisper. “You haven’t been acting like yourself recently.” You could see the gears turning in his mind, either steadying himself to tell you the truth, or make up some excuse--you weren’t sure which one. “I’m...simply tired, my love. I’m sorry for worrying you.” You sighed, knowing he decided for the latter. “Let me help you relax then, I’ll bathe you--”

“It’s alright.” Alucard mentally cursed himself at how quickly he rejected your offer, seeing you wince. He tried again. “It’s...it’s okay, darling. I’ll be quick. I’ll meet you in bed, yes?” He went to the room after that. 

That nasty parasite of self doubt and loathing ate itself deep into your body, nesting in your heart as you tried to keep your composure while Alucard finished his bath. You tried to keep it at bay, especially after the last few weeks, but it was becoming so overbearing you weren’t sure if you could actually convince yourself anymore that he wasn’t avoiding you anymore. You laid in your shared room, almost having half a mind of sleeping in one of the guest rooms to give him space, but you don’t think your heart could take it if he decided not to come and find you. You busied yourself with a book, hoping it gets you tired quickly so you can at least rest for the evening. You heard the door click open, and trained your eyes on the pages in front of you, blinking away anxious tears that settled in your eyes.  Silently the dhampir climbed into bed and kissed your temple, your body tensing up when he got close. You were hoping the dull lighting would help you, but you knew better than to think his senses weren’t heightened enough to notice something off. 

“Darling, you’re crying.” Fuck. “What’s wrong?” You heard the genuine concern in his tone, and you weren’t sure how to continue from there. “Just been a day, I’ll be alright.” You tried to be as strong as he’s been, brushing it off, but he was persistent. “No, we need to talk about it. What’s going on sweetheart?” You couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong?”

He paused, in surprise. 

“Something’s been off for weeks Adrian, don’t think I can’t tell. I’ve tried to give you time to talk to me about it, I’ve tried asking, but you keep shoving me off.” Your voice was breaking, tears now flowing freely. “You’re not talking to me, it’s making me nervous. We haven’t even been...intimate with each other, for weeks now. Do you not--”

You stopped yourself, having to rephrase your question, it would have killed you otherwise to know if he didn’t love you anymore.

“Do you want a divorce?”

At that, his hands flew to your face, holding you like you were a delicate flower--brows furrowed and eyes scared. “Of course I don’t--I love you more than anything in the world.” Desperation filled his words. “You are my most precious treasure, I couldn’t live without you--”

“--Then what’s going on?” 

He sighed, wiping your tears away before retracting his hands, staring down at the calluses that have formed over the years. “I’m...scared. I look at myself in the mirror and find nothing but a monster staring back. These scars, are--..they’re hideous, you don’t deserve a monster like me. You deserve so much more than this--and I fear one day you’ll recognize that.” It was your turn to wipe away his tears, he didn’t realize he’d begun crying. You had climbed into his lap before he knew it, stern look on your face. “Don’t you dare ever speak about my husband like that again, do you understand?” He blinked, cocking his head to the side. You continued,

“It’s okay to feel vulnerable, everyone has off days of self consciousness--but don’t you ever call yourself a monster. I love you Adrian Tepes. I love you more than I need oxygen to breathe. You are no monster, and you are not hideous in any way. Are you listening to me? You’re everything to me.” 

Your hands trailed down his chest, tugging at his shirt, silently pleading him to just take the damn thing off. He concedes, barely, and assists you in peeling the clothing off, unable to look you in the eyes. You frown. “You know what I see?” You whisper, hands tracing the major scar on his chest, and branching off to the smaller ones. “I see strength, and courage, and someone who puts his own fears aside for the ones he loves. I see a man who puts his life on the line to protect others--even strangers.” You lean down and start placing kisses on his shoulders, and start your way down his chest. “I see someone who loves, someone who is kind, someone who is worthy of love and kindness too.” You hear his breathing hitch, a tremble in his breathing as he tries to steady himself. You press on, shimmying lower off his lap and pulling at the sheets. “I see a man who gives his all to everyone around him, and never asks for any of it back. I see a man who never takes, even if he deserves to.” You plant more kisses around his adonis belt, and his hips, grazing your teeth on his skin.

He’s crying now, you know, and he still tries to hide. Alucard shuts his eyes so tight it feels like his lids will rip. He’s been torturing himself for the last few weeks, feeling the ugliest he thinks he ever has. And not because he thinks his physical attraction has lessened, but because of the monster he sees every night in the mirror. His skin is littered with the remains of battles and war, etched forever on his body the horrors he’s endured. And he sits in his loathing, and then looks at you--this angelic being that has made home in his heart, and he wonders how you love him like you do. He wonders what you see in him, how it could possibly be different than what he sees in himself. And now, after all this torture to himself, he listens to you wax poetry about him, how you are so terribly in love with him, and it overwhelms him so much he can’t help but cry. But still, he doesn’t feel worthy of it all, and so he tries to shrink away, but you won’t let him. 

“Look at me, Adrian.” 

You’ve trailed back up, except now your robe is off and you’re sitting in only your underwear. Your body also has scarring, from battles that you’ve endured in your life also. From men before him who have put you in harm’s way. From night creatures who have attacked your previous village. You have markings that your body has naturally given you, because you’ve grown. Scars and marks are littered on your skin, and you bare yourself to Alucard regardless of it all. Tears continue to flow, though you’re whipping them away. His hands trace your body, squeezing the sides and fingertips touching the raised bumps. You let him explore, bringing his hands to the even larger wounds that he hadn’t traced yet, as if he refuses to acknowledge that you’ve been through such pain. He wishes he could take them away. 

Alucard’s hands find purchase on your back and press you to his chest, feeling contact with your skin grounding him. “I’m sorry...” He chokes out, ashamed of how he’s been treating you over his own insecurities. You shake your head anyways, hands raking through his curls. “Don’t apologize, my sweet boy. Just let me love you.” He whimpers, and nods against your chest, moving in tandem with you. Your hips move up to allow him to push his pants down far enough to release his hardening cock, and you rub yourself against him still clothed. You hear him sigh, tightening his arms around you as you do so. “I love you so much.” He murmurs against your skin, hand dipping between your bodies to pull your underwear to the side and prod at your entrance, slowly dipping into your wet heat with a groan. Your fingers tighten in his hair--it’s been some time since you’ve felt him like this, the stretch stinging just a bit as you get used to him again. “Adrian--” You moan, grinding down on his lap. “I love you, you’re perfect for me, you’re everything I need--” You continue your praise as you find a rhythm, bouncing yourself on his lap. He’s overwhelmed, your very presence pushing him into euphoria. The doubts and hatred he had for himself dissipated with each clench of your pussy, with each praise you’re whining into his ear. “Darling, I won’t last tonight--I’m s-sorry.” He grinds out between clenched teeth, nails digging into your hips. You continue fucking yourself on his cock, tits pressed against his chest. “I want to feel you Adrian, please--please, fill me up.” You beg, kissing his face, wherever your lips can get to. You press kisses on his forehead, his temple, his cheeks and nose and chin and finally his lips. You feel him buck into you, meeting your bounces with thrusts of his own. You whisper sweet nothings in his ear: ‘You’re an angel, Adrian’ , ‘you’re my world’ , ‘You’re so beautiful’. 

He doesn’t last much longer after that, crying into your shoulder as he tenses and cums inside your pussy. You don’t dare let him go, combing through the tresses around him with your fingers. I love you, I love you, I love you. He chants those words in his mind until he calms himself enough to say them out loud, to declare his love to you in that moment and every moment after that.