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lets-break-free-from-our-chains · 10 months

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Forever and Always My Truest: Chapter 1

A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for all the lovely comments for the prologue of this series. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. When writings this I really could stop imaging the reader with a haunting echo to her voice. Similar to the brides of Dracula in the Van Helsing 2004 movie, which I undyingly love. Anyways I hope you enjoy!

Summary: After yet another night of restless sleep the reader finds herself wandered the manor until Walter comes looking for her. Safe to say that things escalate in more ways than one. From a lovers’ quarrel, to making up, and breakfast being served, there is no denying that there is never a dull moment in the Master and his eternal bride’s marriage.

Word Count: 1,800-ish

WARNING: SMUT!!! No vaginal penetration yet! Dry Humping, Angst, Fluff, blood sharing, arguing, obsessive/possessive behavior, Yandere-ish? Walter De Ville, possible Stockholm Syndrome?, forced marriage, abuse of power, Walter playing favorites w/reader as usual, sucks for the other brides, DOM/sub Dynamics, reader being a brat and Walter is not having it. Warning to be added. LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING!

MINORS DNI!!!!

Disclaimers: I do not own The Invitation or any of the characters within the movie. You know what is and isn’t mine.

Walter de Ville x Wife!Reader

Chapter 1: Revelations Come to Light

~Current Day in 2022~

~(Y/N) P.O.V~

Long ago there was a period in my life when I was a restless sleeper. I would wander the halls of my ancestor's grand castle. Even now over four and a half centuries later that has not changed as I now glide through the halls of the De Ville Manor whilst steering clear of the evenings’ sun lit areas. It never harmed me, but it didn’t mean it was any less agitating to my sensitive skin. Ordinarily, my restlessness would be quite vexing for me, however, that feeling couldn’t help but be trumped by the excitement of the fact that Walter and I’s anniversary party was just a week and a half away. It was sure to be grand in every way with my Lord Love sparing no expense for our cherished day. Allowing me free reign over the celebration as usual.

‘Nothing but the best for my truest.’ he had confidently stated to me one night as we lounged on a chaise in his study talking about the upcoming date. Though not much was said after that, as we had just devoured our dinner, and I was feeling in a playful and wanton mood. A mood my beloved Master was all too willing to indulge me in, if his sharp smile of adoration was anything to go by. Speaking of my Lord Love, he shall be rather displeased if he wakes in our tomb, and finds that I am not by his side. He insisted from our first night as newlyweds that he and I would share our sleeping place as any Lord husband and his Lady wife would. I was certain Victoria’s face would tear open from her burning ire, at hearing this information, knowing he never intended to share such things with her or any other brides for that matter.

I sighed wistfully and turned before letting out a haunting shriek. Walter stood there with sleep filled eyes and a raised brow. “My truest, what are you doing awake? You must have your rest!”

I leaned against the balcony railing as I gripped it in my left hand and placed my right hand over my permanently stilled heart.

“My love, you frightened me,” I exclaimed in breaths of haunting of exasperation. “You know I have never been one for restful sleep and with all the excitement to be had, I fear I am even more so restless, my Lord Love.”

His face settled into one of sympathy as he beckoned me to his side, never being able to remain agitated with me for long. I practically leapt from my spot and glided over to him without hesitation. My white negligée swept around my feet with my body movement, and he earnestly enveloped me into his arms as I hugged myself to his side and delicately caressed the side of his face and neck. He nuzzles and caresses my hair as his strong hands stroked my back before leaning back to look upon my face and speak, “Well, seeing as it is almost time to rise for the evening, why don’t I have breakfast brought to my study for us to eat?”

I gave out a haunting moan of frustration and lightly stomped my foot, “But Master, I been locked away in this manor for weeks!” He sighed as he goes to speak, but I interrupt him as my eyes light up in a glowing golden hue and I gasp out a brilliant idea, “Why do we not go out for a hunt together. You have always loved when you and I terrorize a few most unfortunate souls in the village!”

Despite his irritation already slightly spiked by my interruption and slight brattiness, Walter takes it in stride and seeks to placate me, “Because the wolves are growing more confident in coming closer to our territory and I would be absolutely devastated if a single hair on my cherished queen’s head was hurt.”

I only proceed to pout at my feet as he rubbed his hands up and down my arms waiting for me to look at him. Once I cast my gaze up to him through my lashes he leans in with a playful twinkle to his eyes and whispered against still pouting lips, “besides you always insist on playing with your food, my truest.”

I let out an indignant squeak of protest which only prompted a heartily chuckle and a sensational quick kiss to my lips from Walter. “But Master—”

“(Y/N)!” I immediately shrank under the sternness of Walter’s voice. I dared to look at him and my face morphed into a crestfallen look as he gazed unwaveringly at me. “DO NOT argue with me on this matter! It is currently not safe for you outside these walls and therefore you will not leave this castle until the problem is dealt with. I will hear NO MORE of this! Do you understand me?”

I gazed back at the floor as I backed away from him, my golden irises welled to the brim with fresh tears. “Yes Master, I understand.” My voice cracking against my will. At seeing my fragile state Walter gave a regretful sigh whilst closed his eyes. Upon hearing my small haunted weeping, always seeming to echo like screams in his ears, he looked upon me hugging myself.

“My truest…please, do not cry. I did not mean to scared you. Do not be frightened by me, my truest.” I hear him speak gently. I slowly look up at him and he gave me an imploring and loving look. Knowing my mind, after so many centuries together, he goes to speak once more, “I am not angry with you, my truest. I could never be angry with you.”

He held out his hand for me to take and I cautiously crept by to him as my weeping quieted but continued to give off a haunting echo. I had seen his true anger many times. It was never directed at me, but it was nevertheless absolutely terrifying. He really only ever yelled at Victoria and others in the walls and on rare occasions, he would yell at Lucy. He seemed to always have little to absolutely no patience with any of them. He never yelled at me though, which is why I would take the blame for most of the mistakes that Lucy made as they were few and far between. I had sneaking suspicion that he knew but allowed me to protect Lucy since I seemed to personally favor her. Nevertheless, he mostly only spoke with sternness to get his point across, when it came to me.

Once I was within reaching distance, he pulled me back into his arms and placed a loving kiss to my temple, “My perfect little wife. My beautiful queen.” He sweetly cooes me, as he sways us gently. Finally, my weeping stops completely, and Walter calls out for Renfield to whom responded promptly.

“Have the food brought to my study. My queen and I will break our fast in there tonight.”

Renfield swiftly nodded before giving a bow to us, “Right away, my Lord. My Lady.”

He left almost as quickly as he came, and Walter gently ushers me to his study. Once inside he guides me to the plush Victorian sofa and sits with me in his lap and begins to softly wipe the tear stains from my glowing cheeks. I look at him for a moment before shifting my seated position and straddling his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck and play with his hair.

I rest my forehead against his, “I am so sorry, my Lord Love. I didn’t mean to upset you in the slightest.” Shaking my head vehemently, as he gives a smile and pushes my hair from my face to see me better.

“I know, my truest. I am sorry I lose my temper. I hate to see you cry, more than anything, especially when I am the cause for such a crime.” He kisses me sensationally and I melt into his body with a satisfied wanton moan. Our kissing quickly grows more passionate, and I feel my hips begin to move of their own accord. My warm bare heat slide over his growing hardness trapped within the confines of his trousers. Walter breaks our kissing with a groan as his head leans back. I felt a moan release from my mouth in what can only be described as pornographic as I feel his hands grip my hips move them faster while lifting his hips to press harder against my heat.

“You’re so beautiful!” He moans, whilst looking at me with a heated heavy-lidded look. I keep eye contact with him as I feel my climax closing in, and I can tell by his moans his is closing in too. “My Lord!” I sighed. I could feel it, it was so close.

“Cum, my truest. Cum for your Master.” One of his hands sliding up my torso to caress my breasts before traveling up to my neck to grip it firmly but not too tight. I felt my core explode with heat as he did this. As he lets go of my neck and my head falls into his neck as I ride out my ecstasy. Once I come down, I then notice he hasn’t felt his release and so my hips pick up the pace and I whimper at the overstimulation of my clit. He shushes me soothingly and I move my head to begin licking his neck.

Receiving the hint, he gives a euphoric smirk and gives me more access to his neck. I place several open mouth kisses along the slope of his neck before finding the perfect spot. I slowly bite down and begin sucking as his body give a jerk and he lets loose a loud cry of pleasure. He quickly reaches his climax and hugs me tighter to his body before moving some of my hair and swiftly biting down. I release a muffled moan as he began drinking and closed my eyes in bliss.

All good things must come to an end though because not long after there is a sharp knock on the door of the study. Walter growls at the nuisance as I unlatch from his neck, and he releases mine. I sit up and give him a playful smile, my fangs coated with his blood. My mischievous eyes gleam as he gives me a loving look despite his annoyance at the interruption.

“Our food is here, my Lord Love.” I breathlessly gasped out with a haunting echo of excitement. He chuckled, and lightly spanked my bottom, before responding.

“Yes, just remember to not play with your food, my truest.”

I stand up on wobbly legs as I say, “You’ve been saying that for over four and a half centuries! I do not understand why you think tonight will be the night I give up my entertainment.”

He jokingly rolls his eyes before pulling me into a passionate kiss and summoning Renfield in.

‘Now the fun really begins.”

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6lostgirl6 · 1 year

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Hello:) so i don't know if your still doing request but if not thats alright.) So I was wondering if you could do, Van helsing 2004 Dracula's bride's *Aleera Verona and Mariska with a fem reader poly relationship*, and how would they comfort there mate when they accidentally make her upset about something they said. 💗💚💛

Poly!Wives Accidentally Upsetting Their Fem!Mate HCs

Poly!Wives x Fem!Reader

TW: slight angst, slight arguments and fighting, happy ending

When They Accidentally Upset You

The wives would be absolutely loving and extremely protective over their mate, they fret over you constantly. Despite that, misunderstandings tend to occur.

The only time they would ever be “mean” towards you would be if you happened to bother them at the wrong time when they were already upset about something else.

While your relationship with them is essentially perfect. Recently, however, you were starting to believe that you were the problem.

It started off with Aleera.

Aleera is the most affectionate of the wives, however, she has the most fiery temper.

This tends to happen whenever she's upset with the other wives, especially Verona.

Do not engage with her whenever she's like this, you might end up in the cross-fire. It is better to wait for her to calm down and come to you.

You happened to walk in when they were both arguing, hissing at each other with venomous words about a feeding that almost went haywire.

Marishka was simply standing there, watching them argue with a distant look in her eyes.

After a little while, Marishka was the first to leave the room, shaking her head as she did. You only continued to watch the argument and jump in to help resolve the issue.

However, when Aleera had enough, she rushed away with teary-eyes and being the caring mate that you were you wanted to comfort her since she seemed the most affected.

When you finally found her, she was pacing with tears streaming down her face with haunting sobs that seemed to echo throughout the castle.

“Aleera...” You muttered, attempting to rush over and bring her into your arms. The action only resulting in her ripping herself away and hissing loudly. The action brought a slight twinge of fear within you.

“Leave me be!” She practically hissed in your face, her eyes glowing a fluorescent lavender. “I do not wish to see the likes of you!”

Trying not to upset her more, you ran off to find Verona. The sting of her words seemed to replay on a loop in order to torment you. You have never seen her react like that towards you.

When you finally found Verona, you hesitated to even speak to her given how you were treated by Aleera

Verona is known to be the more mature one between the brides, hopefully speaking to her would be able to settle your nerves.

You were definitely wrong about that.

Verona has a tendency to vent about her troubles with the other wives and while you wanted to comfort her, it was difficult when she wouldn’t listen to what you had to say.

Verona was tenacious, and whenever she firmly believed something, it was difficult to change her mind or see the other side.

She’s not afraid to speak out on something she disagrees with, but right now it seemed like everything you said in order to comfort her were entirely wrong and unhelpful.

“I’m sure she meant nothing by it, Verona.” You uttered, watching her as she continued angrily muttering to herself. “

“She hardly listens to me!” She remarked in return. “She’s nothing more than a little brat.”

“Just give it some time. She has done well by you, you should be happy that she’s even alright.” You replied.

She sighed, shaking her head. “I’ve given her all the time we could possibly have. Find Marishka, maybe you can be of use to her.” She rolled her eyes.

The initial string from earlier only grew as you could only nod and leave the room, clutching your aching heart as you went to find Marishka.

Whenever there is conflict within the relationship, Marishka likes to keep to herself and allow the conflict to resolve itself, if she’s not already involved.

This was a previous problem and you never had to chance to discuss that her seemingly lack of caring what happens in the relationship involving arguments, makes you feel wary.

When you finally found her, she was in the courtyard of the castle, sitting on one of the stone benches and watching the night sky.

You felt a little relief, hoping that speaking with Marishka will bring some resolution in order for the conflict to settle.

She turned towards you as you took your own spot next to her and gave her a small smile. However, she didn’t return it and only looked away.

You sighed before beginning the conversation. “They’re still very upset with each other.”

“I noticed.” She replied, “They never learn and I grow tired of watching them spray venom at each other.”

“It shouldn’t be happening like this.” You remarked, gently. “I understand Aleera made a mistake but we should be grateful that she’s okay. Arguing won’t help.”

“I’ve spent centuries trying exactly what you’re doing. Let them continue acting this way, my dear.”

“If I try harder, maybe they will!” You said, turning towards her and grabbing her hand, trying to make her at least look at you. “Marishka, please.”

She sighed, snatching her hand away and giving you a small glare. “Why must you try so hard? Clearly it doesn’t work and it isn’t helping anyone!”

After that, the sting you were feeling in your heart started to feel more like a burning sensation. After spending hours trying to bring everyone together, it seemed like you did nothing but make things worse for everyone.

You sniffled, which made Marishka turn towards you with slightly widened eyes. “I’m going to retire early, goodnight.” You quickly stood, feeling the tears falling as you rushed inside the castle.

When They Comfort You

It has been a few nights since the incident and you did everything you could to avoid your mates. It was extremely hard given the intense bond you had with them but you needed time to yourself.

Since Marishka was the last person you have spoken with and witnessed you being close to tears, she was the first one to mention this to the others.

Verona and Aleera’s worriedness from not seeing you for a while only escalated and they needed to figure out what they should do.

Verona and Aleera’s argument from nights before were on the last of their minds as they worked together with Marishka to find you and understand what made you so upset that you refused to see them.

You sniffled, trying to brush away the tears that continued streaming down your face as you sat in front of your vanity.

It has been a few nights since you have seen your mates and you were extremely upset that your absence wasn’t even remotely noticed by them. It felt like a slap in the face and confirming your inner thoughts that you truly weren’t needed in the relationship.

Suddenly, the slightest creaking noise broke you out from your inner turmoil as the temperature of your room decreased significantly. You turned towards the sound, only seeing your three mates standing there, faces contorted in concern and worriedness. Taking a slight glance towards the window confirmed that they broke in through the window in order to see you.

“Darling..." Verona muttered softly, taking a few steps towards you while Marishka grasped her arm, following along.

Aleera could only stare, having the distinct feeling that she may have been the one to cause this mess.

"What are you doing here?" You whispered, brushing away your remaining tears as you stood a little straighter in your chair.

"We were so worried for you, my love." Marisha replied, "What's the matter?"

You shook your head and turned away. "It's of no importance."

Aleera took this moment to step up with her fellow brides. "Anything involving you is of importance, my love. Please, speak with us."

Taking a moment, you finally nodded before motioning towards the bed, bringing yourself to sit in the middle while your mates happily followed. They surrounded you and cuddled against you, stroking and touching your hair and arms in a sense of comfort.

"Tell us, darling." Verona requested, lighting tugging on a strand of your hair which brought a small smile on your face for a split second.

You have spent the time discussing with them everything that happened after the argument between Verona and Aleera.

The ways in which you felt that you were a useless asset to the relationship and how they made you feel like you were unhelpful and useless.

After finding out what was wrong and how they made you feel, they were extremely upset with themselves and apologized immediately.

The talk the four of you had lasted for hours but it brought a lot of rekindling within your relationship with them and each other.

After that moment, Aleera was more patient, Verona was more open to the others' opinions and Marishla was more involved with making sure the relationship went more smoothly.

Furthermore, the brides were extremely much more affectionate to make up for how they treated you that day and you were forever grateful that discussion brought about good changes within the relationship.

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grimgrinningghost456 · 11 months

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Dracula: don’t sleep anywhere other than your own bed.

Harker: ok.

*a few days later*

Harker: *Is tired and too lazy to go to bed* ooo, a couch

Brides: *Exist and also try to feed from Harker*

Harker: *is low key into it*

Dracula: *slams door open* YOU BITCHES!!!! YOU KNEW I CALLED DIBS!!!!!!!

#froggy croaks #Dracula daily #vampires #Count Dracula #Johnathan Harker #Brides of Dracula #Harker x Dracula #Harkula

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poisonheartfrog · 2 years

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Dracula really said “back off ladies, only I’m allowed to erotically threaten our pet lawyer”

#dracula daily #dracula #dracula's brides #jonathan harker #dracula x jonathan #100 notes #poisonheartposts

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seleneblue · 1 year

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Winter Fruit (Part 1)

x. Dracula 2020 x. Dracula x Reader x. Explicit x. Summary: A new life, a new chapter, and everything is getting so heated. x. Word count: 630

“What is it that you desire?”

So lush, lovely, and dark. The vampire’s voice is like a fine and deadly syrup. The vowels tickle in your ear like a beautiful, sinister little dance.

The sun slowly dips below the horizon. Plush curtains and lamps with soft amber glows blocked out most of the golden rays, except for one sliver peeking through a far off window. Close enough for you to see the waning sunlight, and far away to do any harm. Soon, the night would bloom with pinholes of stars like silent cosmic guardians flitting over your darkest desires.

The vampire is talking to you.

You reach for an onyx bowl and finger a fresh fig, delaying the inevitable answer Dracula already knew. Days passed—maybe even a week—since you eschewed your old life. Abandoned routines and livelihoods to run head first into his arms with no plan, present or future.

You make eye contact with him and bite into the petal-soft ripened fig instead of answering. You hope it burns him. Just a little bit, enough for some delicious trouble.

Dracula says your name one more time. The urge to say Yes, Daddy pulsates in your throat.

You eat the rest of the fig. “Mm, you.”

In Dracula’s chambers the fireplace is full of blue and orange tipped flames. Something else in you is already burning, it’s mossy and ancient. Carnality lives in your mouth.

If only he would fully taste it.

Everything around you both is an embrace and a spell. Wreaths of dried pomegranates and lamb’s ear (fairy treasures, Dracula tells you), candle sconces, and portraits of beautiful women and men long gone adorn the flocked velvet wallpaper. The room is warm and the heat pools inside your belly in wild anticipation of his mouth, his such sharp teeth.

In this arid, forest-tinged museum is where new art will be made—Dracula’s worship of you.

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Dracula is upon you before you take a new breath. The scent of you is intoxicating, like a lush forbidden fruit. The rising heat makes you both hunger.

“What is it that you desire?” he asks again.

At this moment, you study his hands. How close they are to your neck, how large they are against your skin. His fingers trace lines at your clavicles, the other hand reaching to your breast and teases your nipples.

You gasp. Dracula continues.

“Yesterday, you asked me to rip your dress off into shreds,” he says into your ear. “And you rode my thigh.”

Dracula nips at your neck. Teasing, so much teasing. You moan and his eyes turn red. “The day before that, I worshiped your slit again and again.” You grin, remembering the delicious forced orgasms, quivering in a pile of sticky sweat with pinpricks of blood glistening at your throat.

Dracula shivers with arousal. “You are beautiful, my dove,” he says.

He bites you hard, leaves a trickle of blood on your neck and chest in his destructive wake. Sighing, you try to muster the words of your desire. “Tell me,” he commands.

The small puncture marks on your neck ache with pleasure. Your lips feel warm, pulsating at the prospect of his kisses, and even more pleasure. Languid thoughts race through your head, if he could take you fully. If Dracula could make you truly his.

Dracula lazily pinches your nipples again, your body keeps heating up. The wet space between your thighs throbs. “I want you,” you say. “All of you—completely inside me.”

He straddles you and that sickly divine scent of mythology and dark pomegranates fills your nose. You’re ready to take him, to be filled up with his hard hot sex. You’re ready to be a bride.

“You wish is my command,” Dracula says. “My bride.”

Part 2 (Coming soon, hopefully by the end of this week.)

#dracula 2020 #fan fiction #fandom #vampire fanfic #vampire fanfiction #dark academia #dracula bbc #count dracula #dracula fanfiction #claes bang #dracula x reader #fanfic #brides of dracula

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0nelittlebirdtoldme · 3 months

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Finally got around to edit the long overdue fic in which Drac dresses up Johnny boy like a Bride. Inspired by one headcanon discussion I had with @grimgrinningghost456 about Drac... dressing up Johnny boy like a Bride.

#my fic #dracula fanfic #harkula #dracula x jonathan harker #also the brides are there

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miseru346 · 2 years

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Being Van Helsing is pain peko

No wonder he keeps bothering everyone’s love life LMAO

Catholic is in reference to he can’t even divorce his wife because it’s not allowed in Catholic to do so

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blogthebooklover · 3 months

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OMG! A GRAMMY VERSION????!!!! I CAN’T!!!! 😂😂😂😂😂😆😆😆😆

Edit: There’s more ft the Universal Monsters!!!!

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blond-jerk-tourney · 6 months

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Honey Bracket: Round 2, Poll 7

Adam Parrish and Emma Frost teamed up after tying in Round 1. Adam Parrish is from The Raven Cycle. Emma Frost is from Marvel Comics (usually X-men Titles).

Propaganda from submitters Under Cut

Dracula's shitty roommate

The head bitch! The blonde one calls drac out on not loving her and the other two roommates after he stops them from eating his (unlabeled) little snack. Dracula even went out and got them food and they mocked him for not loving them. In the novel, the blonde one is even described as having beach waves. An icon. Ahead of her time. Drac doesn’t love her, but I do. I’d let her have some of the blood of my pet English solicitor. She doesn’t deserve it but I’d let her

Team Frost-Parrish

Emma says breeding, darling. she's a bit cold but she's also quite hot? really she can do anything (except walk in flats)

Adam is a loverboy at heart but he's mean as hell!! Stole his friend's car. Told his crush that he could die alone. Later broke up with his unconscious boyfriend. Bad at communicating

#honey bracket #honey bracket round 2 #polls #tournament polls #dracula #brides of dracula #team frost-parrish #adam parrish #trc #the raven cycle #emma frost #marvel #x-men #blond jerk tournament #SO proud of my edit

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lets-break-free-from-our-chains · 2 years

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Forever and Always My Truest- Prologue

A/N: I’m back! You guys, it’s been a hell of a ride these past couple of years. I just decided one day that I was finally ready to go to college and flash forward a few years and i’m so close to having my Bachelors degrees in Psychology and Pre-Law! Anyways, I know there’s a lot of back and forth about whether the newly released 2022 movie The Invitation is good or bad, but I honestly really like it. You can’t go just by me though, cause i’m a whore for 70′s, 80′s and 90′s slashers! Yeah honey, I born a y2k baby and grew up watching horror movies like that😂 anyways lets go!

Requested? No😭 I think this is actually the first reader insert imagine or general imagine/one-shot for this movie. Hopefully, I won’t be the only one posting for The Invitation cause I really want to read other writer’s work and takes on the fandom!

Word Count: 1,650k-ish

Summary: Lady (Y/N) de Ville has been Lord de Ville’s favored bride for more than four and a half centuries. She is Walter’s beloved and cherished wife in every way. Lady Viktoria and Lady Lucy holding title and image of being one of Dracula’s brides strictly for power and connections, so that Lord Walter can provide (Y/N) and himself an eternity fit for a king and his treasured Queen. The Alexander Bloodline threaten Dracula’s goals of obtaining and maintaining control and power for (Y/N) and himself. Until the Alexanders are finally able to produce a long-lost daughter of their waning bloodline, Evelyn Alexander. As much as (Y/N) wants it to work out as well and easy as it did with Lady Lucy’s transition into bride-hood, she understands and respects that Evie is an entirely different breed of woman. Can (Y/N) save her husband and sisters before it’s too late? She wasn’t his first bride, but she will be his last bride in the end. No matter if that is by the end of this wedding or by the end of eternity.

Warnings: dub-con, forced marriage, polygamy, light NSFW, possible Stockholm syndrome?, obsessive/possessive behavior, Yandere-ish Walter de Ville, slight exhibitionism, descriptions of exhibitionism, dom/sub relationship—warnings to be added. Let me know if I missed anything.

18+ MINORS DNI!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! I DON’T NEED TO GET IN TROUBLE BECAUSE YOU’RE A MINOR READING STUFF YOU KNOW VERY WELL YOU SHOULD NOT BE READING!!! THANX

Disclaimers: I do not own The Invitation or any of the characters within the movie. You know what is and isn’t mine.

Walter de Ville x Wife!Reader

Prologue

~453 years and 7 months before present day 2022~

~(Y/N) P.O.V~

The dark corridors were lit by torches lining the walls, leading straight to heavy ornate wooden doors. I stood before the doors with my father, shaking with nerves as I let out a breathless sigh, before gathering the courage to look towards the handsome matured lord.

“Papa…what if he decides that he doesn’t want me?” She softly inquired. The man quietly laughed, with pure amusement shading his golden eyes. Those ethereal golden eyes a signature trait of the Castellan bloodline descendants.

“My dearest (Y/N), how could he not desire you above all others?” He sweetly cooed, seemingly so certain of his words. Still I cast papa an uncertain look and he softly sighed before fixing me with a gentle stare.

“Little one…the Master has never selected a bride before. Yet, he himself specifically chose you to be his wife, did he not?”

The man gave out an inquiring hmm as he gazed softly at me. I let a slight smile crack through my composed face. ‘Never let them see what you truly feel or think’ I mused to myself; ‘I suppose I can let my papa see though.’

Papa smiled brightly in the softly lit walls.

“Such a stunning young lady.” My papa states proudly. He’s always been a proud man, especially when it comes to me, his only daughter.

I am not the only girl from my ancient noble bloodline, but I was the only one out of all the young eligible ladies of my family, that received the Master’s immediate undivided attention. He did not seem to care at all for his bride Lady Viktoria, even as she stuck close to him practically breathing down his neck. He seemed vexed and annoyed in fact. Constantly sending her away to do something else, so that he and I could have privacy.

The master was a intimidating presence to say the least. He was tall and deliciously handsome, but a dark and dangerous look always seemed to dominate his angelic face. However, not with me. ‘Never with me.’ I thought wistfully. When he’s with me he’s soft, loving, patience, kind, understanding, funny, playful, and the list goes on. Truly shocking sites to bear witness to at first, considering all the horrors that I’ve heard people to dare whisper through the halls of my family’s castle about the Master.

I was pulled from my mind wandering state by a delicate wanton message. It called to me, washing my entire body with heat and desire.

“I belong solely to you, my truest. Soon you shall belong to me”

‘My Lord Love.’ A relaxed smile blossoming across my shining lips as my eyes slipped shut to bask in his voice.

“It is time, my dearest (Y/N)” I hear my papa’s voice.

My eyes snapped open to zero in on my papa’s face and I take in his knowing look. He knows, as he’s seen first hand the deep affections the Master holds solely for me. Papa knows he won’t have to worry for me. He knows I’ll flourish by my Lord Love’s side. He knows. He knows. He knows.

I straighten my posture and face as the doors begin to open to the night church. There he stands, so regal and handsome. Dark brown hair styled to perfection and the bluest of blue eyes that exploded with light as he lays them upon my queenly figure. He large smile stretches across his face as he locks his sight and attention on me.

I begin the slow march down the darken aisle between the pews of important lords and ladies. I can see my family and members from the other three prominent families. I see Lady Viktoria in all her jealousy and envy. ‘Certainly, no one wears desperation and jealousy the way your do Viktoria.’ I snicker away in mind, with genuine amusement.

My internal laughter is joined by the master’s laughter not a moment to soon. My eyes cut back to his, only for me to bear witness to a large smirk and the loud mischief lurking in his beautiful irises. ‘Behave, my truest.’ He teased inside my head.

‘I would have thought my master would like my naughtiness?’ I quipped, immediately receiving a pleasure full growl back as I finally stand before him. He gazes at me for a long moment before his eyes harden towards my papa. He wants papa to hand me over quickly, and thankfully my papa takes the silent demand in stride.

My papa guides my body to up the 2 steps to my lord and I hastily stretch my hand out, and the master snaps his hand out to clasp mine softly, yet tightly in his hand. His pulls my body up against his side and nuzzles his nose into my right temple, his lips just barely caressing my hairline. I relax and lean into the intimate display of affection before he slowly pulls back. He lets out a pleased sigh as he looks to the priest and gives the man a commanding nod to commence with the vows.

“Do you, Lord Walter De Ville, take Lady (Y/N) Castellan to be your lady and wife; commencing from this day forth for all eternity?” The priest asked.

“I do, absolutely.” He longingly states, whilst gazing into my golden eyes with unadulterated rapture.

“And do you, Lady (Y/N) Castellan, take Lord Walter De Ville to be your lord and husband; commencing from this day forth for all eternity?”

“I do, with all my heart.” I saying without any trace of hesitation, my damp golden eyes never straying from Walter’s intense stare.

Walter smiles at me as he releases my hand from his, to quickly drag his left index claw down the inside of his right wrist. He sweetly caresses the right side of my hair, pushing it out of the way, with his fingers as he pushes his bleeding wrist up to my lips.

“Here, my truest. Drink to your heart’s content…” He whispers, somewhat desperately with anticipation. I gently grasp his wrist in both my hands, as I swiftly wrap my lips around the wound and begin drinking. It so warm and sickening sweet, and I can’t get enough of it. I start to suck hard as I feel the need and desire pull in my nether regions, and the pleasure threatens to slip over as I teeter on the edge of ecstasy.

The same ecstasy I felt that night after the starlight ball, when he pulled me through the gardens and pinned me to a statue in a secluded area. He kissed with such passion that it was all devouring and suffocating, and I never wanted to stop. Certainly not when he pushed my dress upwards and wrapped one of my legs around his waist to grind his hard length against my heat. Most definitely not when he shoved his fingers into my smalls to caress my drenched wetness. I wanted to cry out into his wrist now, the very same way I cried out and whimpered into his mouth that night in the garden.

His low moan pulled me from my memory as I cast a side glance to his face only to feel my mouth grow slack at the sight before me. His face contorted in pure pleasure as he tilted his head back and his mouth falls open in another sinful moan. His beautiful fangs peaking through causing me to feel a warm fuzziness in my bosom and a slickness to gather in my smalls. He pulls his head back down to look at me as I once more tighten my jaws around his wrist.

He lovingly cradled the back of my head as he nuzzled into my hair, sending shivers all the way from the top of my spine to the base of it, as I feel him pant a moan into my ear. “Very good, my truest. Our eternity is just within our reach.”

I can feel it beginning to spread throughout my entire body and finally release his bloody wrist from my lips. It feels like nothing and everything at the same time. I couldn’t decide if the pain was hellish or heavenly. It was chasing to keep up with the blood rushing through my veins while my heart began to fall behind. Then, the dull ache set into my teeth and nails, feeling both grow and elongate in length. Then everything and nothing froze in place. My heart gave one last weak and long thump. The feeling of my heart stilling with its cage of bones was irrelevant compared to the feeling I receive when my eyes startle open to rest on my newlywed husband.

His eyes gave me a inquisitive and tense once over before he laughed and dove down to capture my lips within his. Cheers and applause sounded throughout the dim-lighted church and it was then I remembered that it wasn’t just the two of us. That fact didn’t even matter then, especially when my lord love pressed his tongue pass my lips and fledgling fangs to deepen the kiss and taste his essence coat the inside my mouth.

We reluctantly pulled from one another to stand and face our subjects. They all bore smiles, some fake I’m sure, but for the most part seemed genuine. I could respect Lady Victoria for that at least. She didn’t hide her true feelings behind pretty words and false smiles about the Master and I’s marriage. Her face twisting even more in disdain and envy with the Master’s next words, that he never once uttered for her.

“Hail my wife and queen, Lady (Y/N) de Ville!” He roars, soaking in the cheers and applause of our subjects. He looks to me once more with a victorious smile, whilst cupping my jaw in his hand and places a domineering kiss on my lips. I cannot help but press myself into his side and keen in wanton delight as I savor the taste of his lips and blood.

He hovers his smiling lips over mine and playfully nips at them, “Forever and always my truest love. Let it be my unbreakable vow from my soul to yours.”

“Forever and always, my king.” I swore back in hushed tone.

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Hier Kommt Die Sonne [Prologue]

Van Helsing x The Lost Boys Crossover

Pairing: Poly!Lost Boys x G/n!Reader, Count Dracula x G/n!Reader (Platonic), Dracula's Wives x G/n!Reader (Platonic)

Summary: In an alternate universe as Count Dracula's only heir, you have finally come of age to choose your mate at your own masquerade ball. Well, it's discovered that you may have more than one.

TW: slight movie spoilers, slight gore involving death

A/N: This fic follows the same timeline as the Van Helsing (2004) film, however occurring in an alternate universe where Dracula's goal to bring his children to life doesn't occur but is mentioned. Reblogs are highly appreciated!

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On this particular night, this was the exact moment in which he felt like an utter failure for the first time in his immortal life.

Throughout his previous life centuries ago prior to making his deal with the devil, Vladislaus Dracula always been known as a cunning and devious creature that has transferred into his immortalized being.

Therefore, with the vast knowledge that he picked up over the centuries, he believed that he would have predicted all odds against him and that would be his downfall. His downfall that would involuntary affect his brides.

He could still hear their haunting cries when he finally uncovered the destroyed corpse of Frankenstein's monster under the rubble of the windmill. The Holy Bible was desperately clutched in the monster's rotten grasp, covered in blackened soot and pages threatening to waste away.

Dracula never regretted the things he's done throughout his existence. However, he felt immense guilt for killing the doctor. The miscalculation that resulted in their only chance of bringing their unborn children to life was diminished.

"How could you?!"

The deep anguish in Aleera's voice directed towards him was too much to bear. With a frustrated hiss and voice full of misdirected venom, he ordered his wives to return home, safely.

The last thing he needed was to lose his brides too.

It was the last thing he remembered before he transformed into his bat-form and vanished into the night. It was a desperate act to get away, clear his mind and settle the unrecognizable feeling in his chest. Without much thought, he managed to find himself in the woods.

The woods was completely shrouded in darkness, the soft glow of the moon being an only source of light to guide his way through the stretch of wood and overgrown forestry. Not that he even remotely needed it, given that his vampire abilities allowed him to navigate better than any living creature.

He walked through the thicket, following hidden paths that led him deeper and deeper. His mind was racing, replaying his wives devastating screams and he felt another unfamiliar pang in his ribcage.

He paused in confusion, touching the material covering his chest where his undead heart lay dormant. What could have brought this sudden pain in his chest?

"This feeling..." His mind suddenly conjured. "This feeling is...?"

It made perfect sense now. The unfamiliar feeling that was making his chest hurt when he thought about his saddened brides and his dead children that never would experience life.

He was feeling sadness.

The hollowness he as always felt during his existence has always been his companion. His wives only offering some amount of relief yet he couldn't deny the lack of emotion he held for many centuries.

He cared for his brides truly, enough that he wanted to have children with them. He would never admit this, not even to the devil himself, but he hoped that his children would give him that sense of fullness that he's been searching for. Yet, it wouldn't come to pass.

Now he will remain this way forever.

Suddenly, distant screams alerted the vampire as he stood ridged. His pupils dilated as he searched through the darkened trees and thick brush for the source. Dracula was never scared, however he was territorial and this was his land.

He concentrated more and discovered the source was miles away yet still reachable if he wanted to transform into his bat-form and confront the potential threat. As quick as the screams appeared, they were distinguished. Yet, only one thing was brought to his attention that made his fangs ache.

The fresh smell of blood.

With a growl, he quickly transformed. The sound of flesh expanding and bones shifting, he was in the air, heading towards the direction the blood was coming from.

In a mere few minutes, the vampire landed onto the forest floor, returning to his human form as he took in what he was witnessing.

There was a cabin that appeared to be broken into or attacked by a deadly storm. The windows were completely destroyed and the door ripped from its hinges, claw marks decorating the wood in a destructive pattern. Perhaps, he could find a meal before he returned home to his brides.

Ever cautious, he walked inside the cabin, eyes quickly adjusting to room shrouded in black. He already found the first victim, a male leaned against the wall near the door with his jugular ripped out. The furniture was completely destroyed and ripped apart and he followed the scent of blood towards the kitchen area.

There, he discovered what appeared to be the man's bride. Her lifeless body laying on her stomach with her arm outstretched, reaching towards the cabinet that seemed unbothered. Her jugular was also missing.

Dracula sighed, already knowing this was caused by a ravenous vampire. He lost his appetite, already knowing that he will be stressed the next few weeks until he hunted that vampire down and killed it. Nobody was allowed to hunt on his land.

He turned to walk away, however he stopped when he heard small whimpers coming from the cabinet. He quickly turned back and carelessly pushed the woman out of his way as he lowered himself to face the cabinet.

Slowly, he opened the cabinet and what he discovered inside made him feel like his undead heart skipped a beat. Which he thought was impossible.

It was a newborn. You.

You laid there in a small basket of bread that was cushioning you. Your small whimpers and trembling lip made something inside the vampire snap. He felt something in his chest.

A paternal instinct.

He reached out for you before pulling away slightly, a little cautious that he could potentially hurt you on accident. However, your escalating cries and appearance of tears made him quickly change his mind.

He carefully wiped a few tears away, hushing you softly. Quickly yet carefully, he reached in and picked you up, cradling you to his chest as he brought himself back into a standing position.

He pulled away slightly, looking down towards you. Your cries have returned to only being whimpers but the vampire still felt the need to comfort you, a smile would suit you much better.

Staring at you a little bit longer, his pupils dilated making his eyes appear to be darker than black. He was suddenly hit with a wave of intense emotions. The absolute need to protect, nurture, and care for you.

Was this love? A paternal love one would feel for their child that he's heard many times? Yes, it was.

A smile slowly worked onto his face, his earlier sadness and guilt washing away the longer he watched you.

"It's okay..." He muttered, voice deep and thick with a Romanian accent. "You're safe now." He rocked you a little, a little out of his element but it still felt natural.

Your whimpers began to cease and a sigh escaped you as you settled down against his chest. Instantly, his mind was already made up, you were his. His child to love and cherish for as long as he was immortal.

A small sneeze broke the silence and successfully brought him from his trance and he looked down at you. He stared in confusion as he slowly brought his knuckle to feel your cheek. He could feel the slight chill that began to rival his own the longer he held you in his arms. He knew he was a creature that lacked warmth, however he knew he couldn't risk you getting sick.

Effortlessly, he maneuvered you in his arms to remove his overcoat, wrapping it around you to bring you a sense of warmth.

"Come," He whispered softly, his smile returning on his face as he walked towards the entryway. "You must meet your new mothers."

This night, Count Vladislaus Dracula felt for once in his immortal life completely and utterly full.

"My Sun."

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