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Can you please do a Dracula fic for me where it is modern times and you are Dracula’s mate. He sees you and immediately knows what/who you are to him. He goes about trying to court you but he does it in the same way you would way back when. You find it cute and sweet, seeing as how most guys put minimal effort in and just wanna get in your pants. Basically you guys fall in love and he tells you what/who he is, you obviously accept it, and maybe ends with you asking him to turn you. Which he’s obviously gonna do.

Thank you. 🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️

Chivalry Is Undead

Pairing: Modern!Vladislaus Dracula x Fem!Reader

TW: Dracula haunted by your death, blood mention, dead bodies mentioned, reincarnation, mentions of past life, Dracula hissing at you, turning.

There was only one moment in time in which Vladislaus Dracula was able to find a sense of true happiness in his life. This was the time he felt like he was truly a human being rather than a monster, a tyrant. The time in which he still had you, his long lost wife.

Now, centuries later, he was considering taking a trip across the world to ease the pain of losing the only thing he had ever truly loved and felt that he could never recover from. The trip from Romania to America was rough, staying in the cargo hold of a boat until they reached land. By the time he was able to step out, the entire crew was lifeless and drained of all blood.

A few days after he arrived in the city, he decided to explore the area and get to know the city a little better.

It was impossible not to notice how out of place the vampire Lord stood in the crowd. He was dressed in clothes that would remind people of the Victorian era. It didn’t help that he was the only one to carry an umbrella during the day without a sign of rain. However, he also caught the attention of multiple women, none of which interested him. His beloved wife held a special place in his heart, there was no room for any other.

After walking for a while, he was suddenly hit with a very peculiar scent in the air. Dracula paused in his steps, his eyes widening as he took in the sweet aroma. His undead heart would have skipped a beat if he were human.

He could smell the scent of his beloved.

He hastened his steps, effortlessly pushing through the crowd as he did so. He wasn't going to let any disgusting human get in the way of him finding his lost love. He paused again, standing in the spot where the sweet aroma was at its strongest.

Suddenly, he widened his eyes in shock as he looked across the busy street and a rare smile appeared on his face. His pupils began to dilate as he stared across the street. There you were, standing near the crosswalk with a device in your hand that he remembered was a cellphone.

He couldn't imagine anything more beautiful than you; the exact image of the beloved he lost so long ago. The sensation of moving towards you itched in his body. He was tempted to forget about the traffic in front of him and just appear before you. It was your touch, your presence, and your entire being that once soothed his tyrannical soul. He missed you and desperately wanted you back in his arms and that is exactly what he'll do.

You were watching something on your phone, waiting for the pedestrian signal to change so you and a small crowd of people could cross the road. Soon, the pedestrian signal turned green, allowing you and the small crowd to begin walking across safely. After crossing the road, you went to walk down the sidewalk when you suddenly bumped into what seemed like a brick wall, causing you to drop your phone.

With the stranger's quick reflexes, he was able to grab your phone before it could land on the pavement.

“Apologies, Miss...” He said, his voice was deep with a Romanian accent, handing out the device towards you.

"Thank you so much." You said with a sheepish smile, taking your phone back from the handsome stranger. "I'm really sorry, I should have been paying better attention."

Damn, even her voice is the same...

He waved his hand towards you dismissing your apology with a friendly smile. "No, do not apologize, the fault is mine. Might I ask your name?" He asked with curiosity.

You found him awfully charming and you gave your name out instantly. "What's your name?" You asked, just as curious about the handsome stranger. In that moment, the stranger took your hand not holding your phone and pressed a kiss upon your knuckles. You felt your heart skip a beat.

“What a gorgeous name…” He muttered, staring into your eyes.

Dracula’s keen hearing was able to sense your nervousness and your immediate attraction to him. His mind was hazy and fangs aching to make their claim upon your delicate throat. To claim you as his mate so he would never lose you again. "You may call me Vlad, my dear, I have traveled all the way from Transylvania for sight-seeing."

“You’ve come a long way…” You uttered, your gazes were still locked on one another, unable to break the connection between you both.

“I have, but I believe the agonizing trip was well-worth it, to see true beauty such as yourself.” He commented, smirking a little when he noticed the warmth flooding your cheeks. “I was exploring the city, but it would be lovely to have someone like you accompanying me. Would you like that?”

Your eyes softened, giving a smile from his charm, he was quite different from the other men you would see around the city. It warmed your heart to have a man show genuine interest in you and want to merely spend time with you. “I would love that.”

Dracula felt relieved as his eyes softened from your acceptance. He held his arm out and you quickly wrapped your arm around his own, elbows linked together. It was very old-fashioned you can admit, but you couldn’t help but prefer it. However, you couldn’t place it, but the gesture was oddly familiar, as if he’s done this with you before.

Your relationship with Vlad has been going well for a few months now and you are happier than you have ever been. Since becoming his unofficial tour guide, you have spent almost every day with him. You have even been on a few dates with him, unable to resist his sweet nature and silver tongue. Dates that consisted of fine restaurants and extravagant tours of the city that you had never had the opportunity to experience before. However, you noticed that Vlad was very vague when it came to specifics about himself. In particular, he was not interested in discussing his past, his finances, or his methods of obtaining them and his need for carrying an umbrella everywhere. When you asked him why, he mentioned it was because he had a rare skin condition that would become irritated if exposed to direct sunlight.

Despite his mysterious behavior, you still found him extremely charming and you noticed that you were starting to grow intense feelings for him. However, as your relationship developed and your feelings grew, you began having dreams, strange dreams. More like nightmares because you would always dream about ancient times where you and Vlad were once married where the dream would end with your impending doom, you were never given details of your ultimate demise.

You never bothered to tell Vlad, not wanting to push him away or make him think you were crazy because you dreamt that you were his wife in some past life, you never wanted to ruin your chances with him. For instance, you were going on another date with him tonight, deciding that you both would meet each other in an extravagant park that was quite a distance from the city.

After getting into your car and making the drive away from the city, you arrived in the parking lot near the entrance of the park. Glancing outside your window, you turned off the engine before stepping out onto the concrete. It was just after dusk and the skies were starting to become darker as the minutes moved on. After locking your car, you headed over to the entrance and looked around.

Part of you disliked Vlad not having a cellphone, due to him hating technology, but you had no way of getting a hold of him should you ever needed him or his location. Checking the time on your phone, you sighed as you were about to put it away. You were becoming a little anxious that you might have been stood up.

“Looking for something?” A pleasant voice whispered in your ear, thick Romanian accent sending shivers down your spine.

You jolted slightly, gasping as you turned towards the person. Standing behind you with an amused smirk was Vlad, seemingly entertained by your reaction. You rolled your eyes and playfully smacked his arm, knowing that it wouldn’t hurt him. “You scared me!” You exclaimed, a teasing smile plastered on your face.

“I apologize, my sweet.” Vlad replied, staring intently into your eyes. He thought it was delectable how scared you became, even if it only lasted for a meer moment. He was dressed in black with a thick overcoat. “It’s rude to scare the lady that captured my heart.” He continued, reaching out to take your hand in his own. He couldn’t resist touching you.

You felt your cheeks grow a little warm, gripping his hand as you both entered the park, enjoying the scenery. However, you were still a little distracted from the dreams you’ve been having. Usually, you were able to ignore it until you went home where you could reflect after your dates with Vlad. Now though, your mind was constantly replaying the dreams in a loop. You didn't notice how distant you became the more the date went on, getting lost in your own head.

Dracula noticed you were more quiet than usual, opting to replying in short answers or needing him to repeat himself. Dracula may have been old, but he understood when someone is thinking about something, something very important.

He stopped you both when you appeared next to a fountain, turning towards you and taking both of your hands in his own. "What bothers you so, my sweet?" He asked, concern evident in his gaze.

"I'm sorry..." You muttered, a little embarrassed from your behavior. "I've just been thinking about some things."

"Like what? Does something trouble you?" He questioned, squeezing your hands. Everything was feeling very familiar again, and you were starting to feel a little weird.

"I've been having...strange dreams lately. Dreams that seem very real and like I've been there before. But it's impossible, right? Dreaming about something that's never happened?" You explained, but it only left you asking questions.

Dracula swore his heart jumped to his throat. Could this mean you were starting to remember your past life with him? Was his mere presence and time spent with you the answer to getting you back?

"What do you dream about?" He stepped closer, his gaze refusing to leave your own. "What is it, my sweet?" He was eager to hear your answer.

"It's really stupid, it's like we've met before? The dreams start with us being married during an ancient time and the dream ends with me dying in some way and leaving you behind...the dream never gives me answers though..." You explained, voice low. "But, we were really happy and I woke up crying sometimes."

"It's because it was real..." Dracula replied, his eyes soft and if he could, tears would have been gathering in his own eyes. "It was real, my sweet..."

"But that's impossible, Vlad." You stated, a little confused from his reaction. "Past lives don't exist and even if you were alive during that time, you would be dead right now."

Dracula sighed, before looking around. He didn't sense anyone else in the vicinity, meaning that the both of you were completely alone. For once in his immortal life; he felt nervous, nervous for your reaction.

"Come, my sweet," Leading you by the hand, you both walked over to the fountain, sitting down on the stone structure. "There is something we must discuss."

"Vlad...this isn't because of my dreams, right? It's okay if you think it's weird..." You started before Vlad politely cut you off, showing his hand.

"My darling, the dreams you've been experiencing are very much real. Centuries ago, you were the love of my life and we were once married. My pride, arrogance, and selfish desires caused me to lose you forever. However..." He gripped your hand tightly. "I have you once more, in this life. I've been given a second chance at happiness my darling, with you." He explained, he didn't want to beat around the bush.

You stared at him, slightly in shock from his explanation. Your mind was going a mile a minute, and crazy as you may seem, part of you believed him. However, the logical part of your mind screamed at you to wake up. If it were true, how is Vlad here?

"Then how are you even alive, Vlad?" You questioned, looking into his eyes.

"Because...I am a monster, my darling." He hesitated before continuing, "I am Count Vladislaus Dracula and I am a vampire."

"W-What?" You asked, standing up and backing away a little. Not allowing you to escape from him again, Dracula stood up and closed the distance between you both once more. He towered over you, his intense gaze staring into your own. "Vlad, that's not-"

"Search your feelings, you know it to be true." He stated, grabbing your hand.

"Vlad, this is such a stupid j-"

Suddenly, Vlad appeared in front of your face, hissing down at you with glowing eyes, fangs protruding from his gums and jaw slightly unhinged like a snake. His face was monstrous and for the first time, you were scared of him. You screamed in fear, struggling to remove yourself from his grip as he wrapped his arm around your waist, gripping your wrist with his other hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The monstrous face of Vlad returned to normal, pulling you close as tears gathered in your eyes, trying hard not to sob into his chest. He felt horrible that he had to show you this way, but he didn't know how else to convince you he was telling the truth. "You needed to see, darling, I'm sorry for scaring you." He caressed your hair.

You sniffled, your face pressed against his chest as Vlad continued caressing you, trying to calm you down. His monstrous face tormented your mind, however your heart was screaming that you needed to hear him out.

"M-My dreams..." You pulled away slightly, looking up at him as he moved a free hand to caress your cheek, wiping away stray tears from your skin. "W-We were really married...?"

He gave you a small smile, before nodding his head. "Yes, my sweet, but now we are given a second chance. This time, I will do everything in my power to protect you and keep you with me forever." He promised.

"But you can't..." You replied sadly. Vlad was a vampire, an immortal creature that would continue living for many more centuries, while you could die at any moment. You felt your heart breaking, knowing that even though you had a second chance, you would still lose him.

Unless...

"Unless you change me..." You mentioned, causing Vlad to look into your eyes with an unreadable expression. However, you didn't realize how much Dracula wanted to sink his teeth into your throat and change you right this second. However, he maintained himself as you continued speaking.

"Is that what you want, my darling?" He asked, pulling you close as his other hand moved to cup your other cheek. "Do you wish to become mine eternally?"

"Yes." You answered, wrapping your around his neck which made him want to purr from your affectionate touch. "Yes, I want to become your wife once more."

Without another word and breaking your gazes, he wrapped an arm around your waist before dipping you slightly. From this position, all you could see was the face of your former lover and the stars above.

"Your wish is my command." He uttered, before leaning down, which made you close your eyes instinctively.

You were bracing yourself, awaiting for the pain that would engulf you when Vlad would sink his fangs into your neck. The pain that would ultimately change your life forever. However, that never happened as you felt the man of your literal dreams pressing his lips against your own. You gasped slightly, the kiss between you two quickly becoming passionate.

Dracula couldn't hold back the pleased growl rumbling from his chest. The ability to finally have you in his arms again and tasting your sweetness through the kiss almost made him lose control. However, he wanted to make the change romantic and less painful.

Behind your closed eyes, more memories were revealed like a record player and you felt tears swell into your eyes once more. You remembered everything and your heart shattered, knowing how much pain your husband has been through since your departure.

Reluctantly, Dracula pulled away from the kiss, staring down at you with a pleased smile. Your heart was frantically beating against your chest and the way you were staring up at him made him feel an intense longing. "Are you ready, my darling?"

"Always for you, my king." You uttered in Romanian, your eyes full of devotion locking onto his own.

Dracula's instincts were going mayhem as his eyes widened, hearing those sweet Romanian words fall from your lips, uttering a name that you once called him centuries ago. He missed you so much, and he finally found you, he finally had his beloved wife once more.

"My queen..." He replied in Romanian, smirking down at you as his fangs extended.

Next thing you knew, was the excruciating pain in your neck as the love of your life sunk his fangs deep within your throat before you lost consciousness.

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bookworm-with-coffee · 9 months

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Night Terrors. . .

(Van Helsing Boys x Reader)

(A/N); Ollo and welcome, friends! I give you VAN HALEN— wait. No. VAN HELSING!! Please note, it's my first time writing for the film AND my first time writing lil imagines! As always, enjoy! ❤

Plot; How they comfort you after having a nightmare

Pairings; Gabriel Van Helsing x Reader (Romantic), Carl x Reader (Romantic), Count Vladislaus Dracula x Reader (Romantic)

Warnings; mature themes, blood, death, angst with fluffity fluff

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Gabriel Van Helsing

The night was quiet save for the sound of the gentle evening breeze rustling the trees, the last embers of the campfire now burning away into nothing.

Dark eyes monitored the small encampment from afar, eyeing the two sleeping bodies with care. Peaceful sleep was hard to come by for one Gabriel Van Helsing.

Horrific nightmares often stole his precious sleep from him. Every night, almost. Both yourself and Carl were oblivious to such things, unable to hear his struggles whilst slumbering within your own little worlds. Some part of Gabriel was grateful for that, not wishing to burden you in particular about such things. You, who had already been through so much.

His gaze fell upon you with a tenderness that you never were allowed to see in your waking hours. Softly, a sigh passed through his nostrils in seeing you sleeping so soundly. As envious as he was, Van Helsing was unable to mask his fondness of you even still.

Your breaths were even, the delicate strands of your hair falling perfectly over the curves of your face. He could barely spy the details in the fading firelight, yet it never failed to put him at ease. You were so beautiful.

With great care in his steps, Gabriel strayed closer to your sleeping form. He almost jumped at Carl's sudden loud snore, glaring at the sleeping friar for a moment before continuing on his way.

Kneeling by you, he gently pulled your blankets up and over your shoulders, no longer having to mask his vulnerabilities and affection for you. You would never know how much you meant to the monster hunter.

From the very beginning, you'd been there. You found him on the steps of the Vatican Church, half dead all those years ago. Not a sister of the church, but a volunteer in servitude of God and the Church for their kindness in taking you in after your family was brutally murdered. They were your family. And you invited Gabriel in with open arms.

You tended to his wounds, nursed him to health, never left his side. Your face was burned into his memory from the very start. No longer wishing to stand idle in the Church, you trained alongside him to become a monster hunter yourself. You followed him everywhere. It was in all this time together, that Gabriel realised he loved you. However, he would leave such things unspoken. Everyone Van Helsing loves, always seems to die.

The warmth of his lips pressed a soft kiss to your temple, swiping your hair behind your ear with one of his callouses. Before standing up, he took notice to a sudden shift in your behaviour. Your head had begun to shift softly, a grimace appearing strongly on your expression.

"No", you breathed out, your feet suddenly kicking from your blanket. Your body began to tremor and thrash slightly, Gabriel dropping fully to his knees beside you.

"(Y/n)", he tried gently to wake you, his eyes clouding over in concern. The realisation hit Gabriel that this was him every night and the thought of you going through the same thing made him sick.

"No!", you protested louder, your brows now creasing further. Sweat began to glisten on your skin, your breaths becoming erratic with your movements.

Grasping your shoulder, Van Helsing called to you once more, firmly, "(Y/n)!". You were suddenly pulled from your unconscious state, grappling onto the strong arm of your best friend. The echoes of your unwelcome dream lingered freshly within your mind, the brunette entering your field of view. "Are you alright?".

Feeling as if your breath had caught in your throat, you felt your emotions overwhelm you all at once. Your eyes stung with tears whilst you sat up, only able to whisper his name in your relief, "Gabriel". The dream hadn't been real; Gabriel was alive.

Your arms reached up, engulfing the larger man in a hug. The hunter's arms floated for a moment, not having the most affectionate upbringing. Yet, after a moment, he found peace and comfortability in wrapping them softly around your form.

Trembling from your sobs, you remained in Gabriel's arms, the brunette almost content to hold onto you. He could only imagine the horrors you'd seen, a sense of dread prickling in his mind. "It's alright", he hushed you, hesitantly reaching up to run his fingers through your hair. "It's alright".

The image of Dracula flashed into your mind, covered in Gabriel's blood. It had been so real to you. You'd already lost your biological family, the feeling of losing Van Helsing as well was too much to bare. He was the man who held your heart, after all.

When your cries died into calmer breaths, the brunette didn't pull away. He was allowing you to do so at your own leisure. "Are you alright?", he repeated, amidst his growing concern.

"Yes", you finally answered him, your throat tight and croaky. Finally breaking your embrace with him, you wiped at your reddened eyes, noting the worry within his own. He had such beautifully coloured gaze. Like the comforting smoothness of chocolate. "It was just a dream".

Reaching into his jacket, he pulled out a small flask of alcohol. "Have a sip. It might dull your nerves", he whispered, offering the bottle to you. The liquid was smoky sweet and burned your throat, yet it had a comforting warmth to it as it hit your stomach.

"Thanks". He inclined his head with a short smile. "I'm sorry if I woke you".

"Don't be", he placated you with a gentle tug to his shoulders, sipping from the flask as well. "We all get nightmares".

"Even you?".

"Yes, me", he murmured. "All too often, I'd think. But, nevermind that". Wishing to distance himself, he stood. "Get some more rest, I think we'll both need it—".

"Wait!", you almost shouted, clasping your hand around his larger one. You sent a cautious look to the nearby friar who was still somehow asleep before meeting eyes with the brunette's. His brows creased in confusion. "Will you stay with me?".

Marking the look of terror in your orbs, the monster hunter relented easily to your coaxing. Many nights, he too wished that he had company for comfort. With a silent nod, his hat and jacket were quickly removed. You shuffled over in your bedroll, allowing him to fit in beside you.

Despite how intoxicating it was for the both of you to be so close like this, it felt almost right in a sense. Familiar. "Thank you", you breathed out, Gabriel able to spy the gratitude in your gaze despite the dark.

"Get some sleep", he encouraged softly, offering a smile. "I'm here". Shifting closer to him, your head rested by his broad chest as his arms instinctively fell over you. His gaze monitored your expression, ever content to watch you slip into a slumber. After some silence, you quietly called to him,

"Gabriel?". You recieved a hum in return, beckoning you to continue. Hesitation almost had your throat closing, yet you couldn't allow your best friend to face the fate in your dreams without knowing what truly lies in your heart. "I love you".

For the first time in a long time, his heart was unsteady, thrumming faster within its confines. His silence was tormenting to you, insecurities already playing within your mind. Perhaps you shouldn't have said anything at all??

Tilting your head upwards, his lips seized your own with a dizzying gentleness, his hands burning hot against the skin of your face. Or was that the alcohol? You couldn't be sure.

Breaking down every wall of emotional shielding he'd made for himself, Gabriel finally allowed himself to give in to the wants of his heart. "I love you too". It was spoken beneath his breath, yet you could hear the smile and perhaps the affectionate warmth within his words; as if a burden had also been lifted in some way.

One thing you were both sure about was; when you both would wake the next morning, things would be different, yet better than they had ever been before...

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Carl

"I beg your pardon?", the young friar sputtered, gazing at his best friend incredulously.

"There's not enough room in the castle for all three of us to stay, so you and (Y/n) have to share a room".

"I can't tell if you've noticed", Carl's voice dropped an octave. "But, there's only one bed in each room!".

"You act as if you haven't been dreaming about this for years", Van Helsing teased with a rare and almost lighthearted grin, the blonde's face heating up. "Come on! Here I was thinking you would be happy about this!".

"She's your sister!", Carl hissed. "I can't believe you're happy about this!!". The hunter's eyes rolled amusedly, falling onto your approaching form with a gentle mirth. Anna strayed not too far behind, the two of you already getting along more than soundly in the few hours since your meeting.

"Ready to settle in, Carl?". With just the sound of your voice alone, the blonde's worries and his ability to form coherent sentences had both faded from him.

"Yes, yes", he fumbled, nodding to himself more than anything. "Let's go". Van Helsing's lips pursed to restrain any laughter that threatened to slip and ruin his composure, watching as the both of you journeyed together to your shared room.

"Did they take the bait?", Anna cocked a brow.

"All too well", the brunette replied, irking a smirk from his female counterpart.

"You come here to help me defeat Dracula and yet you also think it's the perfect time to help your sister end up with your friend".

"Is that a problem?". An amused giggle almost left the Valerious in her keen observation of this stranger.

"Van Helsing, monster hunter and matchmaker", Anna mused to herself, earning an unimpressed raised brow from Gabriel. "A curious title".

"Don't push your luck", he warned.

Settling into your shared quarters with the friar had been easy enough. The room was large and extravagant, easily impressing Carl with the study space and yourself with the various arrays of books upon the many shelves.

"Now", the blonde started to ready his bedroll once the time came to slumber. "I can hardly have you sleeping on the floor, so—".

"Carl", you halted him. "This bed is a palace. Just stick to your side and we won't have a problem". The friar found himself unable to argue with you, enamoured by the carefree and playful smile you'd offered him. However, he couldn't help but feel guilty. If you knew how he felt, would you still be so keen to allow him to sleep beside you?

It was no secret to anybody else that Carl loved you, Van Helsing's younger sister. He'd half expected the hunter to hate him for that, much less support the idea and tease him incessantly over it. But, the way Van Helsing saw it; Carl was a good man of faith and hardly able to stand against him should his sister face heartbreak at the blonde's hands, if at all.

Everyone knew, except for you.

In climbing under the thick covers of the bed with the friar, some part of you prayed that Carl's warm presence would ease the fear and pain you often experienced when falling into the world of sleep. However, you found that not even he could keep the horrific dreams away.

You awoke with a gasp, trembling uncontrollably in the early hours of the morning. The moon was shining brightly through the windows of the balcony doors, illuminating the room in a gentle blue glow. You were in a bed; it wasn't real.

You heaved a sigh of relief and exhaustion, your head falling into your hands to feel the wetness of sweat dripping from your face. Tears joined the mixture whilst you desperately wiped at your now swollen eyes. Not even you could remember the last time you slept pleasantly.

Turning your gaze to your counterpart, you were relieved to find him still sleeping. His restful expression was beyond adorable, a wet chuckle leaving you whilst you reached over to brush your fingertips along his cheek. He had light stubble and a soft snore, snuggling into his pillow. How you envied his peacefulness.

Carl had always been a comfort to you, although you'd never admitted it to him. His rambles, his creativity and ideas had all ensnared you. He had such a sense of innocence in comparison to yourself. You had so much blood on your hands, you wondered if you'd even make it to the gates of Saint Peter. You couldn't allow him to follow you into the dark. Not whilst he shone so brightly in comparison to you. So, silent you would have to remain.

Moving yourself from the covers, you hardly noticed Carl's eyes fluttering open. "(Y/n)?", he mumbled tiredly, his brows furrowing in concern.

"Go back to sleep", you hushed him, attempting to leave as to not burden him further. His warm hand upon your own stilled your movements, your head snapping back to him.

You would have preserved the image you saw before you now forever, the air being pulled from your lungs at how beautiful his blue-teal gaze looked in the shining of the moon. It didn't take long for him to spy your tearful eyes, the friar suddenly moving to sit up in his concern. "You've been crying", he fussed. "What's wrong?".

"Carl, it's nothing—", you tried again to release yourself from his grip only for him to squeeze your hand. "Just leave me be". Despite your assurances, his mind was far too quick, already figuring out what ailed you. Carl knew that Gabriel suffered from terrifying nightmares. As his sister, it must've been only natural that you would have the same thing.

"Please", his voice remained steady, his thumb running over your hand. Your eyes met his own glistening with tears and clouded with shame, completely frozen under his gentle gaze. "It's alright", he consoled you. "I know what ails you and you needn't hide it from me". At his kind words, your head dipped away from his whilst hot tears began to leave your eyes. "Look at me, look at me". He coaxed your face gently with his spare hand, wiping at all the tears that fell without a care.

Your fingers wound around the ones that grasped your own, blinking furiously to dismiss the tears of frustration and embarrassment. "I was hoping that you would never see me like this", you wept, entirely ashamed at your lack of composure.

"(Y/n) Van Helsing has emotions, God help us all", he mused with a playful sarcasm, delighting in the small laugh that left you whilst your crying slowly ceased. He even noted that his usual timidness had also dissipated.

With his nimble fingers, he moved the strands of hair that hid your face behind your ears and smiled whilst removing the last of your tears from your face. His focus, that kindness. If only he knew how beautiful he was.

"That's better", Carl hummed with a sense of accomplishment. "Shall I fetch you some water?".

"No, don't trouble yourself", you insisted. "You've done more than enough, Carl. Thank you".

The blonde's lips parted, a kind smile dawning on his features. "You're most welcome". He thoughtfully noted the exhaustion apparent in your features, tugging on your hand to pull you back under the covers. "I think some rest will do us both some good".

"I don't want to sleep", you refused politely, a shudder passing through you at the very thought of another horrific dream.

"Rest doesn't necessarily imply sleep". Moving his pillows closer to your own, Carl invited you to resume your place now alongside him. "Just close your eyes and relax. I'll stay close".

However, it wasn't your pillows you chose to lie upon. You shifted in beside him, instead resting your head upon his chest. His whole form tensed for a few moments, shocked at your decision. But, a tender warmth seemed to consume him whilst your arms encircled him.

Every part of him felt at peace, wishing to savour the moment which would probably never come to pass again. His larger hands worked caresses and circles over your back and arms, content to listen to your rhythmic breaths.

"Tell anyone that I cried and I'll have you", you threatened jokingly, the friar taking to it with a laugh.

"Even if you looked beautiful all the same?". Carl's words had your head lifting from his chest in some form of disbelief. The affection radiating from his halflidded stare was enough to affirm the honesty of his words and speak many more to you.

His callouses brushed over the curve of your cheek, igniting goosebumps across your skin before the warmth of his lips reached your own in a firm, yet gentle touch.

Sharing a smile with the young fri, your head returned to rest upon his beating chest. Accidentally falling asleep in each other's arms some time during the night, you awoke surprised the following morning. For the first time ever, you didn't have any nightmares...

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Count Vladislaus Dracula

The usually quiet castle of Vladislaus Dracula was now encompassed with a thunderous, rhythmic beating. It instilled a sense of terror that usually went unfelt by the Vampire as the deafening sounds reached the unparalleled senses of his hearing. Something, everything was wrong.

For this sound wasn't any drum or song. It was your human heartbeat.

These cold halls were a safe haven for Dracula, always well guarded both in the day and night. And that fact was no exception to you, his cherished human bride.

Never had he heard your heart in such a fearful state, not since that night over three hundred years ago. The night you'd lost your life defending him against Gabriel Van Helsing.

The raven haired male almost shuddered at the thought of it, still remembering the sharp and hurtful details of your death all those hundreds of years ago.

Alike to this current evening, there was a storm baring a cold rain. The thunder cracked open the skies with a deafening ferocity whilst the battle between Dracula and his age-old enemy had ensued.

You had screamed, begged for Dracula's life to be spared, along with your heart which undoubtedly belonged to him.

Gabriel was in love with you at the time, just as much as the Count had been. Always sworn to his sense of duty above all else, Van Helsing had sympathised with your pleas, but refused. He'd insisted that the man you'd fallen for, who had a gentleness, a need to be loved, accepted and wanted, was 'evil'.

So, you took the final blow for him, leaping in between Gabriel's blade and Dracula. In doing so, you had given him the chance to strike down the hunter. However, he was far too late to save the one who truly mattered to him. You.

Whenever you had stood beside him, smiled, held his hand or looked into his gaze, there was never any fear in your eyes or heart. Only the warmth of unconditional love. And perhaps that was what stoked the fire in his soul all those years ago?

Dracula had spent the next few centuries after your untimely demise feeling lost and alone, trying to replace the hollowness within his soul to no avail. Until the fateful night you returned to him many months ago.

Following a whim and the prophetic and vivid dreams you'd had since you were a teen, you'd travelled from your home in London to Romania. It had taken many days and nights, following the whispers of your dreams, but you had found Frankenstein Castle.

It had been a task for Dracula not to crumble to his knees before you, to take you into his arms and immortalise you forever. No, he'd decided to wait out of respect and love for you to give him the words. It had surprised many, but Dracula refused to lose you a second time. The fates had given him a second chance that he would not take lightly.

Despite his confidence in his home, Dracula's sharp eyes travelled the halls for unseen threats that could pose a danger to you, but found nothing in his quick journey to your shared room.

Moving faster than the shadows, he had wasted no time in rushing in, still scanning the darkness of the room. His steps were silent as he strayed closer to where you slept, his usually hardened eyes now soft as they landed on you.

Releasing the human equivalent of a breath through his nostrils, Dracula was relieved to find you weren't harmed. However, the new-found concern he had was completely different from before.

You were gripping the covers with a grimace, your head swaying side to side every so often. Whimpers and quick breaths heaved through your throat as if you were running. It was the one other disadvantage of being human. Nightmares.

With a featherlight precision, the raven haired male sat on the bed beside you. The back of his stone cold hand pressed against your forehead, the skin hot and glistening with sweat. "Oh, My Dear", he murmured, his dark eyes reflecting the worry now blossoming within his very soul. He hadn't realised he had one in the first place, until he met you.

Bringing his hand to cup your cheek, he felt your pulse raging beneath your skin. "(Y/n)", he cooed, attempting to gently lull you from your unconsciousness. His soft touches brought you suddenly from your dreams, a gasp shooting from your throat when your eyes fluttered open. "You are safe, My Love", he hushed you. "I'm here, it's alright".

"Vlad", you huffed in your breathlessness, noting the soothing of his cool touch on your blistering skin. Sitting up, your hands wrapped around your lover's, his hands lifting yours to his lips. Slowly, he pressed cool and sensual touches to your delicate fingers, his brows drawing together when he spied your tearful gaze.

"What ails you, My Beloved?". His voice was calm and gentle like the seas of a nighttime, his larger hands clasping around your own to caress them consistently. One quirk that you discovered early on in your relationship was the fact that your husband loves to play with your fingers and hands, even to self-soothe his own worries. To make sure you were still here.

The crevice of your throat grew tight, your chest fluttering and stomach almost nauseous with the building up of your anxiety. Flashes of your dreams remained fresh within your mind.

You'd seen the Vatican Church in Rome. You'd seen the Priests conspiring with a dark and faceless stranger to kill your husband. Anna Valerious was also prominent in your dreams. It hadn't made sense to you. Not at first.

When you'd seen horrifying flashes of the night you'd perished 300 years ago, it had all come together. The stranger's face was revealed to you. Gabriel Van Helsing. Like yourself, back from the dead. You saw his boat, you saw his array of weapons. He was coming to Transylvania.

"We're in danger", your voice tremored, furthering the confusion and concern Dracula felt. "He's coming for us, Vlad".

"Who is, My Sweet?", his voice remained steady and soft, shifting closer to offer you more comfort from his presence.

"Van Helsing", you whispered, almost too fearful to even speak his name. The shock instantly hit Dracula's dark gaze, his whole form stiffening in a sense of alarm and fury.

"Gabriel is long dead", he attempted to console you with a smile, his callouses tracing over the smoothness of your cheekbone. "It was just a dream, nothing more".

"It wasn't, My Love", you mumbled, offering him a wistful glance with the shaking of your head. "My dreams spoke true".

Sadness clouded the eyes of your husband, knowing already that your dreams were never wrong. He'd only hoped they had been.

"Why can they not just leave us alone?!", he ground out from between his teeth with a sudden white fury. "Why must they scorn my very existence?! Can they not see that I am happy, leaving the world to its endless existence in peace??".

"Vlad, My Love", your voice instantly softened the rage boiling up within him, your hands reaching to cradle his face. His eyes were as tearful as your own, even now, managing the strength to offer you warmth in his smile as he looked upon you. "We speculated that this day may come, when we would be hunted again".

"I will not lose you", he spoke with absolute surity. "Not again. I will not allow him to take everything from me".

"And neither will I". His brows furrowed, silently asking for elaboration. "It's time, Vlad". At your words, his undead heart may have leapt into his throat in both excitement and delight.

"My Love, are you sure?? I am content to—".

"I will not let him rob me of a lifetime with you for a second time. Nor will I allow him to erase everything we have done. It will destroy you all over again".

Dracula only managed a few soft nods. For the first time in his existence, he would not be fighting alone, an unspoken promise lingering between you both. If he would be hellbound, then so shall you be.

Dipping his head, Vlad's lips took your own with a breathtaking softness, firm and sure of the strong tether between you both. Some part of him savoured the warmth of your blood lingering beneath the surface, knowing it would be the last he would feel of it.

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By the coming of the morning, you would be a creature of the night...

Hey readers!! ❤❤ I hope you all enjoyed this set of imagines!! As always, any and all feedback is welcome! So, please - let me know how I went in writing these characters and how to improve, if I can! If you wished to be added to my tagslist, check out my masterlist and let me know what you'd like to be tagged in!

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Watched Van Helsing again for Halloween and after ten years of waiting for someone to write the clear backstory Anna and Aleera had, I decided well I guess I have to do it^^ Because we all know that were some serious fruity vibes going on between these two. So if there are any people out there who have been waiting like me, please enjoy "The Temptation of Anna Valerious"

#van helsing #anna valerious #aleera #van helsing 2004 #anna x aleera #elena anaya #kate beckinsale #fanfiction #bring stephen sommers back #femslash #subtext #aleera/anna #halloween movie #the brides of dracula

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~Request Rules~

[Published: Sunday, January 7th, 2023]

I write One-shots, headcanons, and drabbles. Maybe a mini-series, when I think a request is good enough for one. Also if people keep requesting for me to make one, lol...

Only Platonic stuff. Whether it be friends, sister, or daughter-related stuff. Characters don't have to be related to the reader, obviously.

All requests are done in the Reader Insert style [using (Y/N)], no expectations. I'm also only writing for females. I apologize to any male readers out there, but it's what I'm most comfortable with.

I will not write the reader doing drugs of any kind, consuming alcohol, having intercourse, self-harm, suicide, etc. I'm not comfortable writing any of that.

While I do write characters being yandere, I will not write them intentionally physically hurting the reader in any way, emotionally is a bit in the grey area for me, but please nothing too extreme. I won't write the reader being a yandere either.

While requesting something, I would advise that you specify the fandom, the character, and the scenario you want me to write. But with the scenario, please explain it to me like I'm a five-year-old. I need you to be as descriptive as possible to get your request right✨

Fun fact: This blog was created out of spite that the fanfiction community does not have enough or just simply the lack of platonic stories for my bois... So here I am, committing to writing things for them, and for my fellow readers out there who also want to read platonic fics.

If there's something you have in mind but aren't so sure that it will be uncomfortable to write, or a character you aren't too sure of, just send it in. Please, don't hesitate to ask. I know it can be a bit daunting to ask and or comment on things, but always know that I'm happy to communicate with all of you! It really makes my day to see people comment on my works or just simply ask questions regarding my works✨

~T.V Shows/Movies/Characters I Write For~

Supernatural (Seasons 1-5)

John Wick

Doctor Who (New Who, except the 13th Doctor and so forth)

Stranger Things

Van Helsing (2004)

The Sandman (Dream of the Endless/Morpheus)

Hopefully, more will come in the future. I might even add more anime characters/series later on. For now, this is all I'm writing for...

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I’m a little bit tired and thinking very hard about port x nyo England at the moment and so, even though I’ve yet to see Van Helsing (2004), I do think that scene where Dracula dips a woman in front of a mirror and she’s the only one who shows up in this room full of people has major engport vibes 👀

You should watch it, it's a good movie :D. If I tell you I'm roleplaying Vampire!Port with @greengreekeyes25 and one of his brides is Arthur, maybe you would think it's a coincidence. But there're not coincidences in the world, just fate.

Happy Samhain ;)

Ps. The other brides are Francis - who has Scotland as his lover/child, and Ana (Belgium), who has Antonio as her slave; and Abel is Van Helsing.

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Rarepair Hetalia Week - DAY VI - Mermaids n' Pirates

Almost last work for @hwsrarepairweek2022! - This is the first time I do this kind of AU, so while I was drawing it, that line came up and then I had the idea of a context for this:

Iberia is a Mermaid Queen, ruler of the Mediterranean area. She has two children who are the inheriters of the kingdom. It is said there is a whole country-like under the seas made of pure gold and pearls. Of course this makes marines and pirates to navigate there, but there are legends of being devoured and the ships always dissapeared.

Our ambitious Arthur goes to adventure to find treasures with his crew, but their destiny is the same as everyone else. Fortunately for him, the princes weren't hunting for her mother or for them (yes, human meat is a delicatessen), and one of them rescued him and put him in land. The mermen have never been seeing by humans, and then Kirkland, after a couple of months, went to look for him once again. Since it seemed an accident - or the human is a total dork - Portugal rescues him again and then this scene happens.

Nop, t's not a fic, just the idea came out alone so, I shared it with you!

Thanks to @geocore who let me use their desing of sea-creature Portugal, as they imagine him from the myths. I applied it for a merman and it fits perfectly so, welcome to my new visual headcanon my friend )?

Hope you like it, and take care~

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Finally I could do the cover for my fic, La Perla y El Rubi~

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WIP Wednesday

The wolf pushed on, and the woods passed by as it ran. Deeper into the woods. Only the snowy sky was distinguishable against the dark woods. Young anna bounced atop, but she still held on. She even giggled a little, the bouncing growing to be fun for her. For a moment she forgot the pain and being lost. Only for that to disappear as more howls echoed in the distance. The woods whispered with the crunching of snow and the pattering of footsteps. Through the passing trunks, young anna could see wolves running to catch up. The wordless whispers erupted into a full-blown choir of the lulls. They began to come out, furs of natural shades began to dominate the white snow. They were accompanying her.

They were keeping her safe.

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arwen17 · 4 years

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Don’t forget to check out my much longer story that is still in-progress: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13389668/1/Turn-Thy-Enemies-Closer

As well as my Dracula fanfic collection: https://www.fanfiction.net/community/Dracula-addicts-we-are-not-his-girlfriends-we-are-his-lunch/132066/14/0/1/0/0/0/0/

where I have selected only the best stories about Anna/Dracula, Dracula/the-brides, and Dracula/OC-female.

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queenofbaws · 4 years

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i’m suddenly seized with an absolutely UNBELIEVABLE desire to go watch the van helsing movie, but i’m terrified that if i give into that impulse, i’m going to plunge back into 2004 queenie and get re-obsessed with vampires and like. do i have the emotional wherewithal for that right now?

i’m just not sure

#i was so obsessed w vampires you guys #specifically van helsing was the first movie that i like made. unspeakably detailed ocs for #i have a like 150+ page fanfiction hidden somewhre in the attic about my oc who was one of draculas brides #i made family trees and shit #i researched so many old vampire legends #idk if im ready to revisit 13 yo queenie #my fuckin deviantart username was FOR my goddamn van helsing oc #tehicycountess?????#who the FUCK do you think the icy countess was #ill give you a clue #a FUCKING VAN HELSING 2004 OC #she was a countess #IT WAS COLD

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I think I have entered a dead fandom...

So recently I started watching the movie Van Helsing (2004. With Hugh Jackman, Kate Beckinsale and Richard Roxbourgh) because I'm just trying to get back into my Halloweenie phase and I have realized that once again I am obsessed with the movie like I was when I was 10 and yes I know what people say about it like it's campy or it's silly or it's really bad with continuity errors, well you know what I don't give a fuck. I am especially obsessed with the portrayal of Count Dracula because holy crap while the portrayal maybe slightly dramatic I think I have fallen totally in love with this version of Dracula. Let's just be honest, it's the dark-haired psychos and bad guys that kind of get me going case and point Dracula and Loki. What I'm saying is, please tell me that I am not the only person obsessed with this movie and/or universe and can somebody please direct me to some Dracula x reader fanfiction (preferably smut) or maybe a Dracula role player so I can fulfill this weird need I now have? or will somebody at least talk about the friggin movie with me so I can satisfy that issue too?

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kasdeyathebitterwoman · 2 years

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In sharing a clip of the movie that awoke me sexually (2004's Van Helsing starring the one and only Hugh Jackman), I had a thought. What if I wrote fanfiction for this movie? OR what if I wrote a Witcher/Van Helsing crossover and now my preteen brain and my adult brain are screaming.

#thoughts of a mad woman #kasdeya you're insane #the witcher #van helsing #.....would anyone be interested in this?

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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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