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Headcanon :Castlevania/obey-me 6

🦇Just like in cannon mc dreams of Lilith's memories

🦇 however only the descendants of the first child have her memories.

🦇 because the second son had contact with death, he develops a parallel ability in which his descendants can pass their abilities on to the next generation

🦇 the difference is that these "memories" would only be unlocked when the said descendant comes into contact with death, whether it's his or someone who is close.

🦇 the individuals who unlocked these "memories" could refine them and adapt them to the periods in which they live

🦇 even if these don't awaken these "memories" the 2 son's descendants still had certain instincts that were passed from generation to generation that helped them in times of need.

🦇 S/o only woke up these memories after seeing MC's body shatter in Mammon's arms.

🦇 thanks to that she didn't get lost in the hatred against Belphie and got carried away by wrath.

🦇 She never told anyone about it and I let her brothers (and the rest) think that she also had Lilith's memories...

🦇 the only one who knows about it is Alucard because of his contact with his ancestor is although the same service the avatar of lust he would never betray his friend.

🦇Actually, it was the grand duke of lust who helped S/o to train and relearn the techniques developed by his ancestors in addition to teaching him various methods of survival in Devildom.

🦇 he mysteriously indicates that S/o finds the old Belmont lands, and it finds him after the end of the exchange.

🦇 Barbatos is initially suspicious of Alucard's actions but then remembers that he has already interacted with one of his lady's predecessors.

🦇 Although barb reluctantly accepts S/o's contact with the Grand Duke but that doesn't stop him from being slightly territorial with her.

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Previous: Part 1 ; Part 2; Part 3 ; Part 4 ; Part 5

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Hellsing Alutegra brain rot. God damnit I love them... "My beloved"

Hellsing Ultimate Wedding

They got married. It's basically canon.

Solo version + makeup

Hellsing Ultimate: Wedding Ceremony

They got married. That means....

Integra's now the Queen of vampire's

Being in an arrange marriage with Alucard would include

( GIF by me ~ )

- Him getting upseted with his parents when he knows that he is betrothed to someone, bursting in rage against them and their desition, and planning to escape under their control as soon as possible.

- Lisa calming him down and trying to make him think that his situation is not so bad, and him asking he how could her have done that to him, her, that married for love and in despise what the world could have thinked about her marriage.

- Dracula finally having enough of his behaviour, and telling him he had no option but to accept the marriage, and menacing him to punish him very hard if he tries any thing to get away of it.

- Him meeting you the very day of your wedding, and thinking to himself that, at least, you are a beautiful lady, trying to see the bright side of that all.

- Him asking you, when the ceremony have already ended, if you are happy with that marriage, and getting surprised when you confess that, as have happened to him, you have been dragged to the wedding by your parents.

- Him promising to himself that, even when he have not chose you or even when he almost not know you, he will try to make you happy, and promising it to you as soon as you two are enough alone.

- Dracula providing you two a bunch of rooms in his castle to make a good life together, because your father in law loves to have his family near to him, and will love to be there when you two start having kids, on his own words.

- Him glancing at you silently and grabbing your hand, as a promise that he will not hurt you never, so if you are not interested on have sex with him, he will not force you into, when his father said that words.

alucard with a s/o who came home with a black eye because he had a fight with someone who was talking badly about him

I’d imagine he’d freak out at first! 😅🤣

First off, the second he sees a black eye on you, he’s rushing to your side.

“What happened?? Who hurt you? What did they do??”

Adrian’s eyes are flashing with fear, anger and concern, all while he’s checking you for anymore wounds

“Some brutish plebe took to a few unkind words about you…,and I didn’t stand for that. One thing led to another and now my eye hurts but they’re missing a few teeth.”

A thousand words run through his mind, what was it this time? “Parasite, leech, monster, etc..”

Gently tending to your wound, you hiss at the contact of the wet rag he uses to dab at it

“Please hold still my love, —- I am grateful that you defended my name, though I’m hardly deserving of it.”

You let his words sink in for a moment, offering a small smile to him.

“I know—, but I couldn’t let anyone fault you for what you can’t control. Especially when you’re the man I love.”

You feel a small kiss pressed to your forehead.

“I love you too”

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

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

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

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

Imagine for Wolf!Alucard

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

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

"It's good enough."

Headcanons for if reader gets kidnapped and Alucard comes to save her/him/them? Anything from bandits to cruel nobles would be awesome! (I'm a sucker for a good rescue romance, cliché I know)

Hmm, the two requests are close enough, right? I’ll choose to be lazy here.

Rescue headcanons incoming! [Alucard x You]. So I assume there’s no self-defence knowledge at all at our disposal here so our prince can come swoop in for the rescue!

He’d been on edge for some time before he even heard you screaming from quite a ways away. He felt that something had gone wrong when it took you twice, almost thrice as long to do your share of chores. And gorged on your precious blood just recently, his heightened hearing picked up on your scream with more clarity than he’s usually capable of. He’s sure you’re in danger. Quickly, he wore his coat and gathered his sword and came to your rescue.

To say Alucard is pissed is an understatement. He is snarling, growling, absolutely seething. How dare they take what’s precious from him?!

However, as soon as he’s facing your kidnappers, he appears to be the very opposite of how he feels on the inside.

He’s cold. It feels as if he brought winter with him. So icy that anything that breathes in the vicinity might shudder.

“If you care at all for your continued existence,” he grits out as he slowly but surely advances towards your kidnappers, his presence large as life, death looming in the corner. His voice is modulated yet teeming with venom—“You’ll stop this nonsense and go. Now.”

The whole time though, his eyes are on you—checking for injury, honey eyes scanning for any scratch at all. He longs to comfort you, to have you in his arms as soon as possible, but he knows he has to play his cards right, especially with that blade pressed against your throat.

Now what happens next depends on how stupid brave your kidnappers are.

His heirloom sword is hovering right next to his head, ready to fly at them any moment now. His threat hangs in the air, making your kidnappers gulp.

When they took you, they had no idea you were the infamous Alucard’s special someone or they would have never done it. After shopping in the market, they’d followed you home. You simply looked to them like somebody who came from money and they needed it badly. Little did they know that your lover would find you even before they could formulate a plan to exchange you for gold.

The floating sword, the large gash on his chest, the fangs that peek through… Hell, his description matches the dhampir known to live in the area. Shit. The pathetic band of thugs promptly lets you go. Forgotten sword clattering on the ground, they push you towards the dhampir and flee, stumbling and quivering as they go.

You lurch forward, staggering straight into your lover’s arms. Tears of fear and of relief spring from your eyes and he’s hushing you, squeezing you in his arms, apologising. “I’m sorry, my love,” he tells you. “I should have come with you.”

“It’s alright now,” he pats your hair, enveloping you in his warm embrace. “There, there…”

When you look up at him, still shaken with tears in your eyes, it shatters his heart, it makes him frown.

“I’m here now. You’re safe now,” he tells you, plain and true. The surest thing in the world. And so you are, for as long as he’s with you.

Needless to say though, you’re banned from doing groceries all by yourself, at least for the foreseeable future. He’s never going to risk you again.

Alucard as a Dad

Request: I really liked the pregnancy fiction, can you do one for Alucard as a dad?

Summary: He knows her, knows her even more intimately than himself. A sigh of relief escapes him, and a genuine smile graces his face, erasing any lingering hesitance from his tumultuous past.

AN: I tried ;) (Dividers by @chachachannah- thanks!)

Please read this before continuing-Part 1 (It makes sense I swear)

With quivering hands and a resolute expression, Adrian cradles your daughter for the first time. A quick glance in your direction unsures he's handling everything correctly.

Yet, the moment her delicate weight settles in his arms, an understanding dawns upon him. He knows her, knows her even more intimately than himself. A sigh of relief escapes him, and a genuine smile graces his face, erasing any lingering hesitance from his tumultuous past.

The unadulterated happiness that courses through him sweeps away all uncertainties. "Narya," he addresses her by name, and your daughter meets his gaze, her tiny lips curving into a response that mirrors his smile.

She carries his resemblance remarkably, with scattered tufts of golden hair and shimmering, golden eyes. Yet, her toothless grin belongs entirely to you. The slight dimple on her chin is a charming legacy from her mother.

The first time you bring Narya to Castle Dracula, the three of you embark on a memorable project. You collectively paint your footprints on a massive sheet of paper, an endeavor that involves both you and Adrian fluttering around a squirming Narya to capture her tiny foot imprints.

In no time, he compensates for every missed moment during your pregnancy. Tired arms from holding the baby? Alucard steps in. Need a restroom break? No problem, Alucard is already at Narya's side. Late-night bouts of pacifying your daughter's cries? Adrian is there, soothing her before you even stir from your sleep.

From tending to a slight fever to ensuring a delayed burp, Adrian, despite being her father, becomes the quintessential mother hen to your daughter.

You willingly grant Adrian the time to bond with his daughter, to acquaint himself with her unique essence. You, on the other hand, have known her existence from the very moment it dawned upon you.

Your baby, a blend of both dhampir and human, bears a predominantly human appearance, with the exception of her luminous eyes and slightly lower body temperature. Her growth mirrors the developmental stages you've observed in countless other children around you.

Yet, within the secret corners of your thoughts, you harbor a desire for her to inherit more from her father. You yearn for her to possess the gift of immortality, akin to Adrian. This longing stems from your wish to leave behind someone for Adrian when your own time inevitably wanes – a constant presence to anchor him in the world.

One late afternoon, as you gently pry open the door to your bedroom, a heartwarming scene greets you: your daughter slumbers serenely atop your husband's chest. Her tiny hands grasp his shirt, finding security in his embrace. Adrian's arms cradle her with tenderness, and what takes you aback is the genuine, tranquil smile adorning his face in his slumber. This smile, free from the habitual furrow of his brow or the weight of his recurring nightmares, fills your heart with a renewed sense of hope.

In that moment, you find yourself fervently praying for her immortality more fervently than ever before. It's not just a wish for her own well-being, but a yearning to ensure that Adrian's happiness.

Castle Dracula becomes livelier with your daughter's presence. Her giggles and Adrian's baby voice ring loud from whatever room father and daughter decide to grace.

And if you walk in on your daughter cuddling into a large wolf or clapping around a party of bats you join the party. Winking at the wolf as you jump into the cuddle pile.

There are days when Alucard holds your daughter and for hours talks to the pictures of her grandparents. Both Lisa and Dracula get to meet her.

Matilda, Ronnie, Bowie, and Pink are all dolls made by Alucard for your daughter. Each given a special feature and leaves your daughter a giggling mess. Be it Bowie's squeaking noise or Pink's flapping hands.

On nights when your daughter sleeps peacefully and the world lulls into silence. Adrian turns to you and lays bare his vulnerability. All the sorrow and gratitude is expressed in quiet whispers. Tears and reassurances hold you both together.

He does not easily forgive himself for his abandonment of you during your pregnancy and it shows up during lively family dinner, story times, or nap times. But you do not allow him to spiral. Holding him close you lean in and tickle your dhampir until his booming laughter fills the room.

Both uncle Trevor and Aunt Sypha undergo the regular mandatory Narya bragging session by Alucard either in person or through letters. It doesn't surprise you that your daughter take a liking to the Belmont sooner than anyone else. "She is just compensating for his lack of intellect," your husband ads trying not to scowl at Trevor. "Haven't you heard opposites attract? My daughter just finds you stupidity funny." Neither Trevor nor Narya turn back from their conspiring whispers to reply to your annoyed husband. He does get a sympathy shoulder pat from you.

Three years later, with Narya's fist wrapped around your finger you enter the healer's hut again. Only to find the news of Narya's sibling on the way.

And this time your pregnancy is spent in Castle Dracula, next to Alucard, who takes in every detail. He spends weeks waiting for the bump to show, and nights after that talking to it.

The child inside you definitely recognizes his voice, because any indication of Adrian's presence leads to a very active march in your belly.

Alucard does not shy away from indulging in your pregnancy cravings. Pickles with jam? That's his jam now. He will join you to chug pickle juice straight from the jar.

He is however, very much concerned about the morning sickness bouts. Entirety of Dracula's library is turned over to find a cure but the child inside of you is as stubborn as his father.

Both you and Alucard burst laughing the sight of Narya mimicking your pregnancy waddle.

When the labor starts you find yourself next to Alucard again. Your hand clutched in his and your breath coming heavy. You push for an hour before your sons enter the world. Surprising everyone.

You give birth to twins bearing your and Adrian's features. Narya becomes an elder sister.

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

Cross posted on AO3, here!

Sunlight shone through the window, rousing you from slumber. It was morning already, huh . That was the best you’ve rested in, well, you couldn’t remember. You don’t remember waking up once after speaking to the angel. Perhaps he casted a spell on you so as to not wake until dawn. No, that’d be silly use of his talents. You weren’t sure what to do next. Slowly you rose from the bed, and decided to trek through the large castle. You were sure he’d be asleep, knowing at the very least his vampiric senses wouldn’t let him in the sunlight (well...) and tried to make it back to the study. You wish you had looked up when following him. But now that you were alone, and very much lost , you took the time to look at your surroundings. 

Beautiful, large portraits of different faces hung around the walls. A man with dark, long hair. Pale, and dark, stoic eyes. Must be Dracula... you thought to yourself. You wondered why the blonde had kept them up. Eyes continued to wander, seeing more portraits of either Dracula or people that looked very similar to him. Family, maybe. Odd thinking of vampires with families . And then you saw one of the most ethereal woman you’d ever laid eyes on. Soft, blonde hair, with fair skin and gorgeous eyes. If you thought about it long enough, you’d realize that she very much resembled the vampire that took you in. 

But you didn’t think much of it.

You pressed on, forgetting your initial quest of finding the study and instead started taking in the artwork on the walls, wandering aimlessly throughout the halls. Although the castle was a mere shadow of its past grandeur, it was still as remarkable as ever. For you, anything bigger than a barn was remarkable. But this? This was a work of art on its own. 

Eventually, by mere miracle , you found yourself in front of a library. You don’t believe it to be the study from last night, but it was a room filled to the brim with books nonetheless. A small smile graced your lips, and you started shuffling towards the shelves. Endless books on different topics--medicine, herbs, history, the human body-- everything . You weren’t sure where to start. This was the first time you’d even seen a book since you taught yourself to read and write when that man fell asleep drunk each night. It was miraculous that he never found your journal and book clearly meant for children. He never really looked hard though, too busy wanting other things from you. You scowled.

Pushing the awful thoughts as far back as you could, you moved further into the library. The shelves were taller than you, so you had to crane your neck to see what else lay on the shelves. You felt a light within you spark. You’d never felt so...grateful, to be alive. To be given the opportunity to even look at these books. Tears filled your waterline, and you blinked them away as best you could, some falling still. 

A book piqued your interest, it looked like it was about magic. I can learn magic! A small laugh escaped you, more breath than real laughter. You pushed up, reached as high as you could, grabbing the massive book from its place and sat right there on the ground. This level of reading was much higher than you were used to, so it would take time, but you would try anyways. You flipped the first page, a  bit overwhelmed already with how much was on the page but you didn’t care. You finally had knowledge about yourself at your fingertips.

--

Alucard searched almost frantically trying to find you. He knew he shouldn’t have trusted you, he knew he should have kept you on a chain within the room so you couldn’t escape. And now you were somewhere in this damned castle, probably plotting his demise. You could sense your lies in his bones now, how could I have been so blind! You were faking not knowing about magic. You were going to betray him just as the twins did, you were going to try to kill him, you were--

You were in the library . He heard a small chuckle, so soft that if it weren’t for his Dhampir senses it would have skirted on by in the wind. He made his way to the door as quickly as he could and flung the door open with such aggression it made you drop the book from your hands. Eyes wild and filled with rage, Alucard stormed over and grabbed your arm, uncaring that it was wounded and that you yelled, and hoisted you up. “ What are you doing here? ” He spat.

All panic came tumbling back, all the fear that you rightfully had prior, eyes widening at his actions. You couldn’t breathe, trying to inhale anything into your lungs that felt like they were filled with stone.

“I just--I wanted to--I--”

“Don’t bullshit me.”

Tears flowed freely now, you looked like a deer caught within the jaws of a predator.

“I just wanted to read.”

It escaped you like a sob.

He let go of you, and took a step back.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to read, honest!”

He looked down at the book you had chosen, lying face down now. 

It was a beginner book for magic.

Alucard sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. God , he felt embarrassed now for his outlash.

“I’m...” He groaned. “I’m sorry.”

“No,” you wept, and continued. “No, I won’t do it again, I won’t do it anymore, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” Hands gripped onto the length of your skirt for dear life, trembling like a leaf. Your continued ramblings of I’m sorry, please don’t beat me, I won’t do it again, I promise broke Alucard bit by bit the more he looked at you. 

You were harmless . 

“Hey, listen, you didn’t do anything-” he reached out to try and console you, and the moment his hand reached your shoulder a thick sob bubbled out of your chest and you flinched away, protecting yourself with your hands. 

Shit . 

Alucard retracted his hand, and slowly moved them up in a defenseless position. Slowly he crouched, and picked up the book you started reading, closing it up and placing it on the table a few feet away. 

“Please, please calm down. I’m sorry, it was wrong of me to accuse you.” He talked as loud as he could over your sobs without yelling in fear of scaring you again. He just wanted you to listen . It took some coaxing, and after a bit more quiet sobs you had calmed down just enough to look at him with bleary eyes. Red, puffy, and burning. Your hands slowly went down to your chest, grasping at each other. He needed to be careful approaching you.

“My name is Alucard.” he offered.

You gasped.

“The Alucard? The one who defeated Dracula ?” It was the most emotion outside of fear he had heard from you yet. Filled with curiosity and wonder. 

“Just...Alucard. Please.”

You retracted a bit, bowing your head. “Yes, I’m sorry Alucard, forgive me.”

He shook his head. “There’s no need for the formalities, really. It’s okay.” 

--

After quite some time, the two of you headed down to the kitchen. It was the original reason he went to go find you. Give you some breakfast. Before he completely embarrassed himself. 

“Eat, I’m sure you haven’t had a proper meal in quite some time.” God, he had no idea.

You wanted to eat everything in sight. It might have been a bit cold now since it took some time to get you down here, but you would never complain. Not with the feast in front of you. Just for breakfast! You couldn’t believe it!

And then you remembered any time you wanted to eat freely back at Gresit.

I eat first, and then you eat my scraps you ungrateful bitch. Never forget who the master of this house is. 

The smile was immediately wiped from your face, and you retracted a hand that was reaching for some bread. Hands tucked neatly on your lap, you bit your lip and looked down. Alucard rose a brow.

“Is something wrong?” 

You shook your head, “You eat first. You’re the master of this house.” Robotic tone like an automatic response. 

This is going to take some time, Alucard grimaced inwardly.

“We eat together. I am the master of this house,” you flinched, “and as such, I want you to eat with me. Understood?” He didn’t like using the very clear trauma against you, but he needed to at least get you to ingest something. Whatever you could handle. You stayed still for a moment, and went back to reach for the piece of bread from before. Slowly, you took a bite and you could have cried all over again from how wonderful it felt to finally eat something not gutted from a mangled up animal which was clearly leftovers from a night creature eating. 

“It’s good.” Lips curled up, if only a little, in joy. 

“Good, I’m glad.” He nodded, and went about eating his own fill, glancing over to you every now and then to make sure you were eating. 

You were slow, taking your time, tasting things little by little seeing how your stomach would react. Eating was hard for someone who hadn’t eaten nutritious meals in years. You felt gluttonous, eating until you were full. You ate slowly, hoping you would be full quicker. You didn’t want to eat all of Alucard’s food, it was rude of you. 

“You can eat more, you know. I made this for you.”

Your eyes shot up at him, glassy, threatening to cry. 

“ Really? ” Your voice is small, but grateful. He nodded. You said nothing back, but smiled the closest thing to a real smile he’s seen. From there, you ate graciously, still taking your time and making sure your stomach didn’t hurt, but ate until you were full. Different meats, and cheeses, things you’ve never had before. It filled your heart as much as your stomach. 

--

The rest of the morning passed in silence, you returning to the library (he mostly guided you, so as to not get lost again), and pressed on with reading. This time on a chair. Alucard stayed with you, studying on his own. Your brow furrowed, mouthing out words and mumbling under your breath. 

“Do you...need help?”

You glanced up, embarrassment filling you. A pink warmth dusted over your cheeks, and your eyes looked anywhere else other than his face. “I uhm...I can’t seem to get this word.” You admitted.

Alucard went over to you and read over your shoulder. 

“ An herbology is practical, magic depending on geographical locale. The incantations as depicted in this book will require certain plants, however once mastered can be replaced with surrounding vegetation that grows within your region.” 

Ah, that made more sense now. 

You repeated some words to yourself, tracing over the letters on the page. Geographical, incantations, vegetation . Those are words you understand, and can now read . 

“I’m surprised you know how to read, given your...circumstances.” 

You continued thumbing the words, “I taught myself. As best as I could. Some words are...difficult.” 

Alucard hummed, and went back to his corner of the room, eyes unable to process the words on the pages anymore. 

“Would you like to study more?” You perked up. 

“Would you...would you help me?” you sounded hopeful. He nodded. You grinned.

“I would like that very much, Alucard.”

“You know, you never gave me your name.” He was teasing you, smirk curling his lips. Now you felt terribly embarrassed. You bowed your head again, “I’m so sorry.” And then you gave him your name.

He hummed again, repeating it back at you. You felt your heart in your throat. It was the first time someone had said your name without disgust. 

“Very well, I have time today. Why don’t we start our studying now, hm?”

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. 

Hice este fanfic drabble para este día 31, nunca había escrito yandere así que no sé si hice un buen trabajo.

Advertencias: Yandere Alucard Tepes x Reader femenino. No acepto o consiento cualquier comportamiento dañino, obsesivo y/o posesivo cualquier otro. Esto es sólo una ficción.

Sinópsis: Después de acabar con su padre, Alucard se había quedado solo, Trevor y Sypha tomaron sus caminos, quedando él solo en su frío castillo, hasta que decidió salir al pueblo más cercano y te vio.

La mujer que se volvería su más dulce compañía.

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“Por favor, Alucard, déjame ir”

Alucard no había pensado que amar a alguien más podía cambiarlo, era como un poder más fuerte que todo lo que existiera. El sentimiento de amor era más que solo palabras bonitas.

Él esperaba hacer de su castillo su tumba, la vida parecía quitarle todo lo que se le atravesaba, ya no sonreía, no había colores y brillo, no había vida en sus ojos, era solo un cuerpo vacío. Como un fantasma. Se había quedado solo, Trevor y Sypha tomaron sus caminos. Él debía de hacer una nueva vida, pero no se sentía con la energía para hacer algo, no tenía a nada y nadie. No tenía compañía.

Pero fue cuando salió del castillo y decidió ir al pueblo cercano en busca de provisiones y también para alejarse, aunque fuera un rato, de las sombras que lo volvían loco, cuando te conoció por primera vez. 

Tu entusiasmo y forma de ver la vida, a pesar de que había sido amenazada por Drácula, le llamó la atención, le hizo recordar a su madre. Fue extraño para él, pero quería volver a verte, decidió que tomaría como excusa ir al pueblo por comida, a pesar de que su alacena estaba llena, él solo quería verte.

Te habías quedado sorprendida cuando lo conociste, no pensaste que algún día conocerías a un Damphir, al hijo de Drácula. Alucard te atrajo con su belleza, su rubio cabello, esos ojos brillantes y su calidez. Pero nunca pensaste que lograrías enamorarlo, que serías la obsesión de alguien sobrenatural como él.

Quería tenerte para él solo, llevarte a su castillo y mimarte y cuidarte de todo lo que te lastimara, quería tu amor solo para él. Y por las noches, quería tenerte debajo de él.

“Te traje algo delicioso” Ignoró tu súplica anterior, puso la charola de plata sobre la mesa de noche de esa habitación que se volvió tu prisión. 

Miraste la comida que te había preparado, sonreíste sin ánimos, por el olor de la carne y la fruta picada supiste que estaba muy bien cocinada, después de todo, Alucard sabía cocinar.

" Quiero ir a casa, Alucard" 

"Adrian" Te corrigió él, desde que te había llevado a su castillo te había pedido que lo comenzaras a llamar por su nombre real.

"... Adrian, llévame a casa." Volviste a decir, esta vez con su nombre.

"Estás en casa, mi amor." Él sonrió con extremado amor.

Te estremeciste ante su mirada de amor extremo y desmedido. Comprendiste que él había perdido a su madre por la ignorancia de la iglesia, que su papá había perdido la cabeza en cuanto su esposa murió, lo comprendiste al pie de la letra y te compadeciste de él, era un joven que perdió a su familia y que estaba solo, quisiste darle tu amistad, solo eso querías, no que llegara al punto de llevarte a su castillo para nunca dejarte salir y pedirte que le amaras como él lo hacía.

"¡¿Qué haces?!" Exclamaste sorprendida, Alucard te había besado.

"Dejaste de hablar y quería saber si estabas bien." Alucard se rió por tu sobresalto. Se lamió los labios, como si hubiera probado la más dulce miel.

"... Y ahora quiero otro beso más."

Sus ojos brillaron, y fue ahí donde te diste cuenta que nunca te dejaría ir de su lado.

Que te volverías su más dulce compañía. 

alucard is so fun to draw

selling this on inprnt!

Made an outfit for Alucard cuz I just started watching Castlevania and I am OBSESSED with my pathetic little dhampir<3 (click for..slightly better quality 💀)

Also inspired by @askadrianalucardtepes because <33 u better be taking care of yourself mod

"I spent some time hanging out with my friends recently! It's nice to just let loose every once in a while and just have a little fun. Apparently it's not 'good for me' if I spend all my time brooding and monsterhunting. Who'd have guessed?"

[OOC] Look!! Me and my friends did a Castlevania photoshoot, something I've dreamt of doing for AGES. Most of the pics turned out delightfully goofy, but these are some of the nicest ones we managed to snap. Enjoy! :D Alucard: Yours truly (Check me out on IG at @ ancestorcosplay for more Alucard cosplay content!) Trevor Belmont: @ anubiss.cos on IG Sypha Belnades: @ nalin.cos on IG Go give my friends some much-deserved love!

I watched Castelvania and then I was inundated with exams. my soul is held in this world by Dracula ch.ai bot

P.S. I wrote the first 2 minutes of script for a sketchbook tour, yiiiippeeee

Some Alucard fan art. Welcome to my page if you see this 🧍

if showrunners didn’t want me to get attached to their most tragic characters they would stop making them hot bisexuals