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Yandere alucard please with a fairy darling?
wrote this while in college and severely sleep deprived :))
to the anon that requested this…very sorry for the delay ^^
Yandere! Alucard x GN Fairy Darling
As a Dhamphir, Alucard has a very confused and conflicted view of his own humanity; how his parent’s’ marriage shaped his life and beliefs, which is evident in his own personal experience in the story.
He is part human, “part monster” (as he puts it), and constantly uses both of his sides to try and compensate for his perceived weaknesses and strengths in order to create a balance.
This obsession with balancing his own personal interests, with the ones that he deems unsafe or safe to everyone else years him apart, and Alucard just doesn’t see the point in continuing his act of doing ‘the right thing’- he has nobody to do it for other than himself and the times that Sypha and Trevor come for a visit.
They keep him grounded, his dear friends and comrades; they help him remember the good times and deeds he has given to the world, to the people who were so close to losing their lives. They help him remember and remain alive in the memories of his sacrifices and pains that he had to overcome to murder his own father- the only one left from his childhood. A time that was idyllic, but secluded, kept away from the world and the rest of the scum that had stolen his mothers life.
Things are getting better, that’s what he thinks, as he sweeps through the rubble of his childhood home, it’s sloping walls and crumbling tapestries serving as a testament to a life long past that he can move on from. Things are getting much more complicated, as he tries to sort though the rubble and the familial ruin.
Alucard tries to move past his hurt and past betrayals, but they somehow always come back to bite at him some more, gnaw at his memories of his childhood and turn them into something beyond his control, beyond his pained comprehension.
It doesn't help much that much of the memorials of his past betrayals lay outside of the castle walls, staring out into the vast woods that surround him; and this isolation is a huge part of precisely why he becomes so attached to his darling.
However you meet each other, whichever way that you sweep into Alucard's life you just may as well be signing yourself away to the devil himself-a fitting analogy given the context of the story.
Alucard himself doesn’t mean to cause harm, not in any sense of the word. Everything that he says, does and thinks is the complete opposite, but while he may not be obviously setting out to cause you harm as a person…it doesn’t mean he realises his actions aren’t always right. He may even be self-aware of that fact, and be greatly pained and paranoid about how he makes you feel.
He doesn’t like the fact that he feels this urge to lock you up in his miserable, spindly castle, keep you and your fairy goodness all to himself. He knows it’s selfish, he knows it disgusting of him and yet he reasons and battle and negotiates with himself to try and justify his feelings and actions towards you.
You can beg, you can plead, you can sob and cry but whatever you do will not save you from this fate. You belong to Alucard, and he loves you so deeply, so dangerously that it makes the both of you feel sick. Unfortunately, it doesn’t make him feel sick enough for him to let you go. Let’s face it, who else will love you like he does?
He doesn’t exactly know how to love you right, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t adore you enough to know that you need to be kept away from the rest of the world. You need to rest, to stay with him whilst he admires your beautiful face, your spectral wings and their incredible patterns and own beauty that can only be described as otherworldly.
His kisses are always so desperate. Like he has never tasted anything like your fear Love before. Alucard knows that you get a bit nervous sometimes, but that’s just because you’re shy, isn’t it? He knows exactly what that’s like, the gut-twisting and the rampant heartbeats that he feels.
He’s probably one of the better yanderes to have, in all likelihood, but Alucard isn’t without his flaws, not in the least. He’s paranoid, deathly. He almost trembles at the idea of you getting out of your room to eat something, as he is insistent in bringing it to you. Just so he can double check those windows again.
And you sit sadly on the bed, in all of your finery and wondrous glory, trying your hardest not to sob as your blonde captor strokes your head and whispers his love for you until the moon is high in the sky and you can hear the birds coo outside. Your pointed ears twitch in tired anticipation, silently begging for the birds to come back, help you out of this nightmare.
The birds keep cooing and each night they get further away. They do not come back to help. You are stuck here, with him, forever.
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Tw:kidnapped,noncon,vampire blood.light bondage,clitslapping, oral,fingering,penetration(almost not described).
Trapped forever
Yandere Alucard x reader
This takes place before the "accident" with sumi and taka in season 3. I thought i would be a great timing. His loneliness making him more prone to fall for obsessive behavior.
Summary: you used to recollect herbs near Dracula's castle, one day you meet Alucard . And even though at first you were skeptical, you soon discovered his caring nature and the two become great friends (with a lot of hidden feelings) .
Everything goes to shit when you're accused for witchcraft and sent to your death. Your friend managed to save you, but this incident gives Adrian an extreme fear of abandonment.
Even if he has to turn you into a blood sucking monster, he is decided to keep you in his watch forever.
I DON'T CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOR. THIS IS FICTIONAL! PURE FICTION!
"LET ME GO, YOU'VE LOST YOUR MIND ADRIAN!" You cry out using his real name. The one he told you, making you feel special for knowing his litle secret.
He doesn't react, looking sadly at the floor. A "click" echoes in the luxurious room as he closes the door behind him and locks it. You have nowhere to run.
Using his inhuman speed, he jumps in your direction. Both of you land in the big bed, bouncing a litle bit in the mattress. Even if is pointless you struggle with all your might, screaming blody murdered at him.
The vampire was far stronger than you. He pinned down your arms with ease, and used the weight of his toned body to remain in top of you. You eyes meet his in the mist of the fight, he had a sad expression.
Alucard hated himself for what he was about to do you. But he wouldn't stop, keeping you safe (by his side) was way more important than his own moral values.
Using his belt, he tied your hands to the headrest. You look at him in shock, wait is he trying to...? "I'm sorry... is swear this is the only way" he says with a low tone confirming your fears. Your eyes water as he begins unbuttoning your blouse.
Taking off you clothes wasn't that hard, not the top part at least. You did struggle harder at your legs. Nevertheless now the only articles remaining is your underwear. He told you he wanted to take those in a loving way.
He started kissing your body, trying to find at least one of your sweet spots. Not stopping exploring with his hands all of your curves, fascinated by them. His fangs teasing your skin, leaving goosebumps behind. his erection throbbing at your scent.
Hi slowly kisses your lips, barely holding back the primal desire to make you his in that very moment. Becoming more passionate as he removes the remained undergarments all together. Only stoping to lick the sweat from your temple, just to realize they were your tears.
You're sobbing uncontrollably "I'm not trying to hurt you..." he says caressing your face to make you look at him. Only for you to whimper at the contact "sweetheart...please stop crying" hi cued. The daphir voice trembling a litle, guilt hitting like a ton of bricks.
Not knowing how to console you when he was the one doing this to you. He opted for something different. Pleasure.
Leaving a soft kiss to your salty cheeks he returns to his assault. His blond locks tingle your skin as he goes lower and lower. Until he position himself between your legs, hovering less than an inch of your heat.
The immortal gives you a slow lick, from the bottom to the top, pausing at your clit for second before sucking it obliviously. Mesmerized by your taste, unable to cease the stimulation he was giving you.
You resist, not wanting to cum by his antics.
Still a moan escaped your lips. With that the man loses his restrain, grabbing your hips with the intent of getting more, going deeper. His finger throbs at your entrance, entering with a roll of your hips. Not wasting a second comes in and when a third joins, you're barely holding it together.
"Let go babe ... you can't hold it forever" he utter between pants. Then he flicks a few times your sensitive nud before getting fed up with your resistance and slapping it. Overwhelmed by pleasure, you go limp as you orgasm.
Intoxicated by lust is easy to forget the situation you're trapped in.
You quickly come to your senses when you see a gorgeous naked body crawling to your side. You try to maintain the distance, but your retrained wrists keeps you in place. " Please Alucard, I don't want this" you begged. He gave you pitiful look prior to caging you under his built.
Your body trembled, you've never gone as far with man. You try to plead with him but everything you say is cut back with a forceful kiss. A strange taste caught your attention, it wasn't like anything you tasted before. Similar to an old wine? A litle metalic?
All of a sudden it started to burn, your whole figure was on fire. "What's.. happening?" You attempt to mutter but your voice won't come out. You are extremely thirsty, as if that fire dried you from the inside out. Anxiety taking control over you as you start to hyperventilate.
A hand rest in the side of your face, that way he can clean your tears. He adjust himself to what he is about to do and he slowly alings his member to you. You're pleading eyes making him doubt. "Y/n... you" he gulped "you have to relax. Please...I promise I'll be gentl-" a sob escaped from his lips. Soon after that, drops of salty water began fall into your skin. "I'm really sorry" he whisper to you at the same time he thrusted forward.
In your helpless state you could only wonder for what was he sorry. Only for forcing himself on you? Or condemning you to his eternal love?
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Hice este fanfic drabble para este día 31, nunca había escrito yandere así que no sé si hice un buen trabajo.
Advertencias: Yandere Alucard Tepes x Reader femenino. No acepto o consiento cualquier comportamiento dañino, obsesivo y/o posesivo cualquier otro. Esto es sólo una ficción.
Sinópsis: Después de acabar con su padre, Alucard se había quedado solo, Trevor y Sypha tomaron sus caminos, quedando él solo en su frío castillo, hasta que decidió salir al pueblo más cercano y te vio.
La mujer que se volvería su más dulce compañía.
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“Por favor, Alucard, déjame ir”
Alucard no había pensado que amar a alguien más podía cambiarlo, era como un poder más fuerte que todo lo que existiera. El sentimiento de amor era más que solo palabras bonitas.
Él esperaba hacer de su castillo su tumba, la vida parecía quitarle todo lo que se le atravesaba, ya no sonreía, no había colores y brillo, no había vida en sus ojos, era solo un cuerpo vacío. Como un fantasma. Se había quedado solo, Trevor y Sypha tomaron sus caminos. Él debía de hacer una nueva vida, pero no se sentía con la energía para hacer algo, no tenía a nada y nadie. No tenía compañía.
Pero fue cuando salió del castillo y decidió ir al pueblo cercano en busca de provisiones y también para alejarse, aunque fuera un rato, de las sombras que lo volvían loco, cuando te conoció por primera vez.
Tu entusiasmo y forma de ver la vida, a pesar de que había sido amenazada por Drácula, le llamó la atención, le hizo recordar a su madre. Fue extraño para él, pero quería volver a verte, decidió que tomaría como excusa ir al pueblo por comida, a pesar de que su alacena estaba llena, él solo quería verte.
Te habías quedado sorprendida cuando lo conociste, no pensaste que algún día conocerías a un Damphir, al hijo de Drácula. Alucard te atrajo con su belleza, su rubio cabello, esos ojos brillantes y su calidez. Pero nunca pensaste que lograrías enamorarlo, que serías la obsesión de alguien sobrenatural como él.
Quería tenerte para él solo, llevarte a su castillo y mimarte y cuidarte de todo lo que te lastimara, quería tu amor solo para él. Y por las noches, quería tenerte debajo de él.
“Te traje algo delicioso” Ignoró tu súplica anterior, puso la charola de plata sobre la mesa de noche de esa habitación que se volvió tu prisión.
Miraste la comida que te había preparado, sonreíste sin ánimos, por el olor de la carne y la fruta picada supiste que estaba muy bien cocinada, después de todo, Alucard sabía cocinar.
" Quiero ir a casa, Alucard"
"Adrian" Te corrigió él, desde que te había llevado a su castillo te había pedido que lo comenzaras a llamar por su nombre real.
"... Adrian, llévame a casa." Volviste a decir, esta vez con su nombre.
"Estás en casa, mi amor." Él sonrió con extremado amor.
Te estremeciste ante su mirada de amor extremo y desmedido. Comprendiste que él había perdido a su madre por la ignorancia de la iglesia, que su papá había perdido la cabeza en cuanto su esposa murió, lo comprendiste al pie de la letra y te compadeciste de él, era un joven que perdió a su familia y que estaba solo, quisiste darle tu amistad, solo eso querías, no que llegara al punto de llevarte a su castillo para nunca dejarte salir y pedirte que le amaras como él lo hacía.
"¡¿Qué haces?!" Exclamaste sorprendida, Alucard te había besado.
"Dejaste de hablar y quería saber si estabas bien." Alucard se rió por tu sobresalto. Se lamió los labios, como si hubiera probado la más dulce miel.
"... Y ahora quiero otro beso más."
Sus ojos brillaron, y fue ahí donde te diste cuenta que nunca te dejaría ir de su lado.
Que te volverías su más dulce compañía.
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Can I ask for a story with Yanderes! Sypha, Trevor and Alucard, where they fall in love with the reader. Maybe the reader is from our universe and somehow went to their universe, and with that she asks for help to get back to her universe
A/n: gotta love uni shifters, nothing more satisfying to write than a reader who belongs in another universe, or i guess in another time. Also yan!trio? Today's my day. (Actually I've held off on this request for months because I didn't know how to approach it til now)
Will keep this gender neutral as always <3
Pairing/s: Yan!Alucard/Yan!Sypha/Yan!Trevor x modern!reader
Warnings: the usual disturbing yandere content
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They had never seen someone so strange and out of place in their world, let alone befriend such a stranger. Although, with time they've learned to drop that word and opt for pet names far friendlier.
A friend, a partner, another pair of arms here to help them on their quest to defeating the most powerful antagonist of the land.
But you didn't feel like either of those things.
Not when you're sure they don't trust you, not when they whisper to each other behind your back. Their lack of including you in their group conversation at times made you feel like an outcast.
They whisper, they glare, their eyes glow with an unknown emotion you can't quite place your finger on but it can't be any thing good with the way they're acting.
Sypha has to be the least weird of the three. Her affections are warm and her words are as consoling as her gaze, and you often welcome her hugs when you're feeling homesick.
Yet these days, you only let her touch you out of politeness, to avoid the risk of pushing her away and causing something that does not need to be unleashed.
Still, her hands no longer press warmth against your skin, they burn and scald, at least it feels that way.
Trevor is bold and boisterous and obnoxious, and he's everything you don't want to be around. An arm is often thrown around your shoulder, an action you make quite a fuss over despite the brute ignoring you and pulling you tighter against his side.
"Really, I'm fine."
"You're bloody freezing, shut up and get warm with me."
You're about to protest but it's a battle you lose against the menacing glare he sends you from the corner of his eye. You sigh and Trevor wraps his fur shawl around the both of you. He seems to be more smug than usual, carrying a smirk that he sends Alucard from across the camp fire, who glares back at the two of you. You roll your eyes between the competitive stares.
The wonderful thing about Alucard is that he always seems to know what others are feeling, whether that's a good thing or a downright terrifying thing depends on the situation. In this case it's both.
You let him comfort you the next morning, reassuring you that if that annoying Belmont tries anything like that again, you can always trust Alucard to shove him off you.
The thing is you don't trust him, you don't trust anyone here. You only came to them a couple of weeks back and already they seem to have some possessive claim over you.
Still, you can't just leave them. You don't know this world, you don't know where to go or where is safe. The trio has been helpful thus far and even if trust isn't quite something you can give them yet, it's something that can possibly grow in time. You can at least be grateful for the protection you've received.
The next few weeks go by like what you would call back home, a rollercoaster. Some days were utter shit, the nights even shitter and ruined further by rain and night creatures ambushing the camp. Sypha obliterated them all. Whether it was her newfound motivation to protect you made her stronger all of the sudden or her irritation of being woken up by a monster screaming loudly in the distance pissed her off and caused her to blow torch it's entire fucking head off. You don't know but you think it might have been both. She snuggled with you afterwards, her scent strong with flowers and just a tinge of burning campfire smoke flooding your nostrils. Intoxicating. And quite frankly, draining.
Other days were pleasant.
The trio would leave you alone mostly, which you were thankful for. And yet, the whispers and stares started up again, prompting the hairs of your neck to stand on an end.
You couldn't bare it any longer.
You wanted to leave.
You needed to leave.
And you decide to tell them about it. Big mistake.
Night always comes quicker than day. Belmont offers his warmth again and you muster up a little more confidence to refuse him, much to his chagrin, and to Alucard's relief.
You roll your eyes again, and go to stand in front of the campfire. facing the trio. Your posture gets the attention of them all. Sypha places down her book to focus on your face, Alucard ceases caressing the hilt of his sword and Trevor finishes a bite of the fish he caught in the afternoon.
"Uhm, so. I'm sure you all know how grateful I am for your continued support. The past month has been great and I'm glad to have met you all instead of someone less kind."
You hate to lie but it's for the best, you muse.
"But-"
"Welp, that doesn't sound good," mutters Trevor, and Sypha lightly hits his arm.
"Trevor, let them finish!"
You clear your throat and direct your attention to your feet, unable to face them now that you lost a bit of your confidence.
Sypha nods with a smile, encouraging you to continue.
Without wasting anymore time, you end up blurting out the last part of your speech.
"I'm going to leave here first thing in the morning."
You carry the silence on your shoulders like a burden, it weighs heavily on your bones, and you realise that maybe you should've just left because now their gazes threaten to impale a hole through your skull.
Trevor is the first to rise from his tree stump, his stance akin to that of a stalking tiger, but god those piercing eyes, that excruciating glare; the very things that urge you to flee as soon as possible. Alucard is even more dreadful; his fangs flashing behind his lips in warning, tongue running over the tips of his teeth while Sypha, the worst of all, warms a scorching heat in her palms, watching, waiting for movement in your step.
You swallow a small gulp, rethinking things. Clearly you can't win. You did have some idea of that before but now that it's been shoved head on in your face, you back down reluctantly, meekly. Their postures loosen with your next words and signs of submission.
"-Is what I was thinking before," you continue, feeding their ears each word slowly, cautiously.
"And now?" Alucard tilts his head, brow rising in question.
"W-well," you trip over your words. Fuck, are they really so terrifying as to throw off your speech?
"I've had a bit of a reevaluation, what with the whole me being from another universe and all, I could maybe, stay just a little longer."
Sypha's smile returns to her lips, tugging you into her open arms.
"Oh, I'm so glad-"
"But just for another month, I really need to get back to my world and need all of your help doing so...please."
Of course, they would say. And nod, and smile, and promise after another long, dreaded silence. But even you had a feeling that they wouldn't be so eager to lend their support, at least not to find a way to return you back to where you came from. If anything, they would find a way to keep you with them.
Forever.
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Mmmm touch-starved Adrian fearing losing control of himself when he feels his Darling's hand touch his
Seeing a suspicious bit of color to his pallid cheeks as he tries not to let on how lonely he's been for years and how just a small gesture can leave him feeling such a rush
Not nonconning you but constantly wanting his hands and body around you, actively wishing he could feel the warmth from your living body and never have to let go. Even before he gets fully obsessed and decides to keep his Darling, he's finding any subtle way to touch them: brushing off dust or lint on them, checking their temperature because they seemed chilly due to the draft in the castle (despite them insisting they're fine), placing his fingers on theirs "coincidentally" while they browse the same shelves in the study, taking their hand and guiding them to what he wants to show them during that first tour of the estate ("Here, do you see that forest map on the far wall from the 1200s? If you look closely, you can see a hidden signature by one of the treelines dotted up there. I'll guide your line of sight, let me tilt your chin...)
Actively shivering when he's not let on his feelings/confessed yet and recalling when he first got to feel you touch him gently. He'd been showing you around the castle and you'd tripped on a bramble of thorns in the garden. He'd caught you and asked if you were injured, and he'd smelled the blood from your shallow cuts on your legs. You'd laughed at his expression and jokingly squeezed his shoulder to snap him out of his concern. "What're you, a shark? I didn't know the smell of blood could make your pupils get that huge!"
It was so small and so quick, you barely remembered touching his shoulder at all. But he did. He never imagined having to bite his cheek and adjust his bedclothes at night thinking about a human touching his shoulder, but it's not the weirdest thing he's done due to his isolation and loneliness.
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To Have and To Hold
Warnings: Yandere!Aliucard, SMUT, creampie (wrap it before you tap it my dudes this is FICTION! Kids cost money), slight degradation, a little bit of fluff.
A/N: Yall, please don't judge me. I had a hell of a rough time writing this out because I had to take a break every three minutes to BREATHE lol. I hope the smut is okay. I'm not ready to be that explicit just yet. I hope y'all like this. This is another 2k words and is not proofread. If you want to be in the taglist just lmk!
Summary: You travel to Dracula's Castle to help the owner get the place registered as a historical landmark and enter into an overwhelming relationship with Alucard.
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Chap 1.
Chapter Two
The next morning you awake to an old chest half your size in the middle of your room. On top of it, there’s a note.
“ I was informed this morning that your bag was lost in transit and they’re unable to locate it. I took the liberty of getting you some clothes to wear while you’re here. I hope they fit you and if they don’t we can make adjustments.
A. “
A bit bummed at the loss of your clothes, you open the chest and immediately forget about what small things you packed in your bag. The first piece of clothing was a soft pink sundress with white flowers on it. The Queen Anne neckline was lined with white lace and you loved it instantly. Setting it aside to wear it for the day. There were multiple sets of silk pajamas. Pretty nightgowns and fluffy slippers and beautiful shoes (that were all your size). You giggled like a child in the long mirror against the wall, swaying this way and that.
Granted, in your job description you wore clothes that kept your skin safe from poisonous spiders, cobwebs, and splinters. But the knowledge that Adrian had picked these out to lend you made butterflies spring to life in your belly and you couldn’t resist thinking of what he’d think of you in them.
Deciding to bathe before you start your day, you enter the bathroom and examine the large tub and new shower head. The place was spotless and smelled of lemon. You turned on the faucet and allowed the hot water of the shower to steam up the room before getting in. Being too tired to shower the night before you basked in the warmth of the hot water washing the days of travel off your skin.
However, your peace was short-lived because a rush of cold air cut across your skin beckoning a wave of gooseflesh. There were no vents or holes near the shower so you shut the water off and peered out of the shower curtain. The bathroom door was open and you struggled to remember if you’d closed it or not. Surely, you would’ve closed it to keep the heat in, right?
Stepping out of the shower you wrap yourself in a towel and enter the room to find nothing amiss.
Strange.
You searched the chest for the round container of lotion you’d spotted when you were rummaging through it earlier. After getting dressed, you leave your room, notepad in hand, and find your way to the kitchen.
Marguerite is there and quickly introduces herself and offers you a full breakfast. Shamefully, you find yourself very pleased with the fact that she’s an older woman. Much too old to be romantically involved with your host. Her grey hair is pulled back into one bun, pulled away from her round face which is free of wrinkles. Her eyes are almost catlike which would appear almost frightening if not for their warm disposition and the childish curve of her features. She looks incredibly young and old at the same time. You watch as she pours you both a cup of tea and puts exactly four sugars into your tea.
“How is your room?” Her voice is warm much like her eyes. Hoping she hadn’t noticed your staring, you mix your oatmeal in an innocuous figure eight. “It’s lovely. Everything is perfect and the bed is quite comfortable.”
Marguerite hums with approval. “Wonderful. I put everything to right myself. The little prince would have nothing less.” Baffled, you turn to face her.
“Little prince?”
Marguerite’s warm eyes all but twinkle in the morning light. She sips her tea once before getting to her feet. “I’ve got some small tasks to finish before the morning ends. Once you’re done eating, you may leave your dishes in the sink. I’ll tend to them.” She doesn’t wait for your answer before she leaves, cup in hand.
Curious but too excited to think about it for too long you hastily finish your breakfast. Now, you have a system. Always begin at the first room you entered when you’re exploring a new place. It’s crucial to start in a familiar place so that each new discovery is easier to document and keep track of. Following this system leads you to head to the foyer. The room looked much the same as it had when you’d first arrived except for the streams of light that were pouring in from all directions. You’d missed the windows behind the humongous curtains that covered them the night before. Some of the windows were stained glass and you took a moment to examine them.
Each picture showed a man with dark hair in battle, covered in the blood of his enemies, and returning to the gothic castle you now stood in.
“A bit grotesque, is it not?”
You jump and whirl around to find Adrian standing behind you much as he had the first time you met. “Have mercy! You’ve got to stop doing that!” His eyebrows draw together as he laughs lightly. Today his hair is in a messy braid down his back. The button-down white shirt he wears is tucked into the sleek black pants that sway over his sandy brown boots. “My apologies, my dear. I didn’t mean to frighten you.” His eyes travel from your face down your body and back up again causing those butterflies to flutter up to your heart. Fingers knotted in the dress you wore, your eyes scanned the room nervously. “Thank you for the clothes and the other things. They’re beautiful.”
“I’m glad you like them. Does everything fit well?”
“Scarily well,” you joke. “I would’ve thought these clothes had been made for me with how perfectly they fit.” His jaw tensed slightly. Confused once again, you opt to examine the stained glass. You hear him inhale slowly.
“I’m told there’s a book in the library that describes the stories in these windows. Would you like to help me search for it?”
The doors of the library are large. Just as large as the front doors. He pushes them open with ease and leads you into a room full of one of the largest collections of books you’ve ever seen. There are books on every surface. Lining the walls and stacked spaces all over the tables and desks. It was overwhelmingly massive and you took it all in wonder.
“The place is a mess and I haven’t hired anyone to help me organize it all just yet. It’s such a large collection.”
“Can I help?” The words come out louder than you expect and you can’t see the smile on his lips as he pulls open the heavy curtains of the room. “If it’s not too much for you. I know you’ve only come here to stay a week. Are you sure you’ve got enough time for this?”
Already eyeing a ruby-red book covered in dust, you nod vigorously. “I’ve got plenty of time. I’m the youngest historian of my group and I’m pretty sure my boss let me go on this trip because he figured it would keep me busy and out of the way of their more important jobs. Jokes on them though, this place is immaculate! I could write a million books about the architecture alone.” You glance over to see him leaning against a table watching you intently. “That is..if you would consent to that.”
He sits motionless for a moment before shrugging. “I don’t see why not.” Grinning, you begin sorting through the books nearest to you. Several of them are in languages you’ve never seen and you examine them thoroughly. Organizing this library would not be easy but you were reluctant to think about giving yourself a time limit anyway. Judging by the size of this room alone, there was no way you’d be able to sort through it in a month let alone a week. The next three days, you focused on your task while pondering the idea of staying a little longer.
During this time, you and Adrian had entered a rhythm. You’d wake up in the morning, he’d meet you in the kitchen and you walk together to the library. You’d spent hours in there reading over ancient stories of witches and vampires. All of them fill you with delight.
You had become accustomed to Adrian being near you throughout this time. Relishing every moment, his skin brushed yours or he leaned over you to read whatever book you wanted to show him. It was on a late night almost identical to the others that Adrian had left without a word and reappeared with a tray with two cups and hot chocolate.
“You didn’t have to bring me anything.” You replied after many thanks. He shook his pretty head. “Nonsense. After all you’ve done to help me, I won’t hesitate to do whatever I can for you.” He set a smoking cup in front of you before sliding into the chair closest to yours and sipping from his own cup. You watched him as he took a drink and you absentmindedly did the same. The scalding hot liquid bit at the skin of your bottom lip and tongue. You yelped.
“Shit!” Adrian grasped your chin in one hand and sat your hot mug to the side.
“It’s smoking hot, Y/N. You can’t just inhale it that way.” He all but whispered as his callused thumb gently rubbed your bottom lip.
“You did.” You mumble. His frown deepened and you watched his face as you impulsively let your tongue slide over the tip of his thumb. His breath caught in his throat. Less than a second later, he slid his thumb into your mouth and you wrapped your lips around it without a second thought. His pupils dilated as he tilted his head, lips parted. You tasted the cocoa on his skin and sighed breathily.
Quickly, he moved his hand from your chin and pressed his lips to yours. Tilting your head, you leaned into him as he pulled you to his chest and slid his hands down your throat and shoulders. Past your arms and around your waist. Your arms find their way around his neck as you let him slide his tongue between your lips. The sound of your heartbeat and the noises you couldn’t help but make filled your ears.
Just when you think you might have to lean back for air he breaks the kiss and presses his lips all over your face. Without a word, he lifts you by your waist and you wrap your legs around him quickly. He kisses you again, rougher this time. You don’t know how and nor do you care but soon your back is against the soft cushion of your bed and Adrian is leaving a trail of kisses down your neck and over your collarbones.
After a moment, he rises and looks into your eyes. You can tell he’s searching for something but is unsure how to ask. The apprehension and obvious vulnerability tug on your heart and you place your hands on either side of his face. You nod, not waiting for him to ask. “Please.” You whisper. He closes his eyes and kisses you again before leaning back on his knees and pulling his shirt above his head from the hem up. You gasp when you see the long scar across his chest. It’s faded greatly, but the outline is still there and you sit up a little to drag your fingers across it. “What happened?”
He looks to the right. “It was a long time ago.” He said nothing else and you didn’t press him. Gingerly, you pressed your lips to his chest and he shuttered against your lips. Like he’d never been touched there before. In a rush, he slid his hand through your hair held the back of your skull, and kissed you deeply. It was easier for him to undress and explore you without fear now. Eyes on yours, he pulled your panties from around your hips and slid them off. You giggled as he slid his cool fingertips between your knees and slowly spread them.
You held your breath as his eyes roamed over your body. “So pretty.” He breathed and you whimpered as his hands slid down your thighs and over your pelvic bone. He kissed the bare skin of your shoulder, your knuckles, your thigh, your ankle. He inhaled your scent and you sighed with each touch. His fingertips found their way to the apex of your thighs and slid between your glistening lips. A shuttered moan falls from your lips and he chuckles. He kisses your temple while rubbing slow circles around your clit.
Your eyes are squeezed shut as you teeter closer and closer to your orgasm. Without warning, he speeds up the movement, sucking the skin of your neck between his teeth sending shivers down your spine as your hips move against his hand of their own accord. In a burst of feeling you tip over the edge. A sharp shriek escapes your lips and it feels like forever before the shocks of pleasure end. As soon as it stops, you huff impatiently. It certainly wasn’t enough to make the heat of your skin cool down and the way he continued to caress your skin was only making it worse.
He slid between your thighs and lined himself up with your entrance. “Are you ready?” He whispered in your ears. “Yes.” You reply quickly and he laughs at your eagerness. Then he gently presses the head of his cock into you. Both of you moan in unison. The air in the room thickens as he graciously waits for you to adjust to the intrusion. Slowly he edges himself all the way inside of you to the hilt and you fight to breathe. You had guessed he could fill you up but you hadn’t imagined it would feel like this. Your legs were still vibrating with the aftershocks of your first orgasm and you kiss his shoulder before telling him you’re ready for him to move. And that he does.
Forehead to yours, he pulls his hips away from yours, leaving just the tip inside you before surging forward. The wind is knocked out of you and you squeeze your eyes shut as sounds you’ve never made before push out of your belly and mingle with his own. You lose yourself in the pressure and the rhythm as his hands bring your wrists together above your head. He holds them there with one hand and uses the other to pull your right thigh up higher on his hips. This allows him to reach deeper inside you and your back arches.
Breath uneven, you raise your hips to meet his thrusts as your second orgasm oh so slowly gets closer and closer. Unable to see and barely able to hear, you beg him. “P-please. Please. Please.” You chant like a sinner praying for salvation. He presses his lips to your ear.
“Please what?”
You whimper.
“Use your words.” He laughs against your skin as he leaves little bite indents on your forearms. The sound of your wetness echoes throughout the room, egging you on in the most obscene manner. All but screaming, you beg him to let you come. He murmurs “Good girl” in your ear and releases your wrists. He brings both of your knees up even higher and your hands grip his biceps as he plows into you. Almost instantly, your body tightens. Your eyes roll as your orgasm finally hits you, causing every part of your body to shake. This time you scream as he presses his hips into yours a few more times before stilling inside you. You watch as he closes his eyes and your name falls from his lips as he comes inside of you.
Adrian lets your legs slip from his grip and lays down on you. The room is quiet save from the sound of your breathing. You can feel his heart beating against yours and you wrap your arms around him. Hand in his hair, you press your lips to his temple much like he’d done yours and he sighs into you. A smile dances across your lips as you hold him to you.
“You’re so perfect.” He whispers. “I was going to say the same thing about you.” You reply. He exhales heavily and places a kiss on the inside of your elbow before getting up and entering your bathroom. You hear the faucet water turn on as he hums a song you’ve never heard before. He returns a moment later with a warm cloth and wipes your skin so gently that you feel your heart swell inside your chest. He continues to hum and the sound of his voice lulls you into a dreamless sleep.
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Could I ask for some yandere alucard post season 3 with a s/o that isn't human or only part human? Like being half fae, nymph or siren. I just think the dynamics of that relationship would be quite different then say if the object of his obsession was human given his lack of faith in humanity in season 3s aftermath
A/N: I LOVE this question! It was so interesting to think about all the different ways the MC could be half-human and have that connection with Alucard. I did end up going with a mermaid/siren sort of creature as the original asker did send in an additional ask clarifying how they could picture this abused mermaid girl feeling kinship with Alucard because of his current distrust of humans, and I liked that element. I also chose a siren / mer create as they have abilities to manipulate/hypnotize their prey, an ability Alucard probably has as well with him being half-vampire. I ended up writing a very long outline in bullet points but felt that it didn't quite flow for HC, so I instead broke it up into smaller scenes below. I hope that’s ok. Sorry, it took so long. I was sick with some weird virus for weeks (lowkey feel like it’s mono or something), and could only handle work and family crap, like I barely had any motivation to live. And then when I started writing this, it sort of took on a life of its own lol. (What can I say? I love me some Alucard.)
Anon also suggested I check out this manga- it’s called Becoming the Villain's Family and it’s about a siren who goes back in time and makes a marriage pact with a devil to prevent their untimely fates. I’m not a huge manga reader, but my sister is, so I’m going to recommend it to her and maybe we can read it together.
Yandere! Alucard (Post-S3) w/ A Half-Siren S/O
The fair creature did not see quite how it happened, for it had all transpired too fast. A deep guttural growl echoed from past the tree line, well beyond the corners of her vision as the very ground beneath the wagon’s feet began to shake violently. As swiftly and silently as a flash of lightning, the wagon she resided in was sliced in half, the metal cage that kept her prisoner acting as her only guard against an elongated talon from some sort of monster. The cage was tossed sideways, skittering along the dirt ground as the poor mer creature inside flipped over violently, her dehydrated human form and lack of clothing sending her soft, nearly translucent skin into the square welds hard enough to form bruises.
“Retrieve the asset!”
“Don’t let her escape!”
“Are you crazy?! Fuck the asset!”
Around her, a flurry of mixed male voices shouted out contradictory directions. With only the setting sun for light, it was difficult to make out who had yelled what.
Then came more growls in addition to all the shouting. Then the shouting turned into screaming. And a handful of those screams turned into cut-off cries followed by loud squelching. A flurry of slices and swings from blades and swords interrupted what must have been the creature's onslaught, but it would certainly not last long. There would be more torn flesh, and more final yells- a final symphony of bloodshed to follow.
Kneeling into an upright position, the fair mer creature pushed and pulled frantically against the metal door of her cage. The hinges had warped in the fall, bending just so, that if enough force was applied…
With a metallic screech, the young water maiden could kick her cage door from its battered hinges. Fortunately enough for her, none of her captors seemed to notice her imminent freedom, the lot of them busy battling hideous creatures beyond any comprehensible amalgam or imagination.
Unfortunately for her, her sudden movement did not go unnoticed by one such creature.
A smaller, fiendish-looking thing, with the body of a lizard, but the head of a vulture, and the tail of a scorpion mawed loudly at her, its stinger striking warningly at the ground.
Not needing to be told twice, the young maiden leaped up and made a mad dash for the treeline on the other side of the clearing, opposite the line of creatures.
As she made it past the treeline she watched as one of her imprisoners struck successfully at the rear of the small fiendish creature with the sharp end of a spear. It cut roughly into the monster’s backside, turning the horrid thing’s attention away from her back onto her captors.
Pausing for a mere second, she took one last look at the few men still alive, fighting for their lives against the horrible creatures. Even if they were to win the fight, she swore it would be the last time she saw them. Beasts or no beasts, she was never losing her freedom again.
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The bottoms of her feet stung with every step, and her calves burned worse every time she jumped over branches, landing on uneven ground. Her thighs were practically numb from the midseason cold, and her time forced to rest on the cold metal bars of her prison certainly did not help. But she refused to stop running. Even if she was unfamiliar with the practice of traveling upright on two extremities, she perished the thought that her inexperience might slow her down. She could not fail. She could not yet rest. Whoever won the fight between her captors and the creatures was certain to follow after her once the battle was done. She could not waste precious time. So despite pain and exhaustion, she pushed onward.
After what felt like an eternity, although, if she were to judge by the moon, it must have only been a few hours, she found her legs could no longer support her weight, as her knees buckled beneath her, slipping on the soft embankment ground.
‘Embankment?’ The maiden, feeling a final surge of hope, strained her neck to get a better look. It did appear that she had made it to a river bank, although it was a rather small one at that. Still, the sight felt like a miracle. It had been too long since her body was submerged, snug, within her element’s embrace. And given the choice between breathing her last breaths on the cold dry forest ground, or under a river’s soft current, she’d choose the river, any day.
Using her arms to pull herself into the cold water, she breathed one final breath of chilled night air before slinking into the river water. Closing her eyes, the young maiden had but one thought:
‘If this is to be my final resting place, then so be it.’
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The next morning started the same way all mornings do: the sun rose in the sky, the birds and bugs began their daily chirps, and a very forlorn-looking Adrian Tepes, known currently as Alucard, son of Dracula exited his castle in search for food, his usual basket in hand. Unusual however were the two corpses that greeted him as he passed the castle steps.
Alucard paid the bodies no mind, he didn’t once glance in either of their directions. He kept his eyes forward, locked onto the foliage and wildlife hidden within the forest line choosing to pretend the bodies were no longer there. Yes, he knew they were there. Of course, he knew. He was the one to string them up after all. But if he were to acknowledge the corpses' presence, then he would also be required to acknowledge the circumstances that led them to be staked there, and that was something not even the great slayer of Dracula could do. So instead Alucard did what he could: he adjusted the basket in his arms and began mentally preparing the meal he would make.
Coming to the river bank, Alucard felt something was off. He sensed another presence nearby. Kneeling down to the water, he kept his ears open for any movement within the trees but did not hear any.
‘Odd.’ The dhampir waited for a spell before resuming his usual activities. He methodically removed his boots, before rolling up the ends of his pants, as he prepared to wade into the river. He had found a comfortable position, balanced on the river rocks below his feet when he noticed another oddity.
“Where have all the fish gone?”
The river, once teeming with fish, ones even brave enough to stick around as he waded into the water, were nowhere to be seen. Besides the rushing of water over the river bank, Alucard could not hear them swimming around within the water below.
Turning his head, he found a single glint of scales reflecting the morning’s rays a few meters from where he had been standing. But just one fish? Or perhaps, a damn of some kind was preventing them from moving freely. Alucard made a move to investigate closer. But then, just as he turned to do so, what appeared to be an incredibly large fish leaped out of the river, and flopped onto the bank. It writhed around, flopping this way and that before rolling over to face him. It was at that moment Alucard realized why all the other fish had disappeared. There was no damn, no net. It was because of this… this creature.
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The young mermaid awoke with a start, the deep echo of footsteps underwater had vibrated her awake. From where she lay, her vision was obscured, but she could make it out that the being was human in nature, standing on two legs, with only two arms to boot. It did not possess any claws or animal characteristics like any of the night creatures from the night before, nor did it appear to resemble any of the men who had taken her.
The maiden stayed as still as stone, hoping this new strange human would grow bored of waiting for a meal to catch, turn around, and go home. But luck, as it had proven time and time again as of late, was not on her side.
The man made a move towards her position, and she found she could not help the fear that bubbled up from inside her chest. The river was too small for her to swim through. More so, moving within the water would only create splashes to further catch this stranger’s attention. If she wanted to get away, she’d need to shift back to her human form and make yet another run for it on foot.
Using the strength her long waterlogged rest had given her, she propelled her body out of the water, onto the river bank. As soon as her full body was on land, she writhed and wriggled, doing all she could to shake the excess water from her body.
Her earlier set of legs had once again merged into a fishtail, strong and thick, with grooved fins to match. Her abdomen and chest were plated with scales all up the sides. And as she shook herself dry, several of those scales slid off her body into the dirt. Her ears, previously flesh and pointed more like an elf’s, had pulled back, with loose tentacle-like fins spouting out around their outer shell. In the daylight, she knew there was no mistaking what she was. But if she was to change her form quickly, it was a risk she needed to take.
Despite the morning's warm sun, her body did not dry as fast as she had hoped. The maiden used her arms, and her now-clawed fingers to pull herself up further, finally gaining purchase on one bark of a tree, as she did her best to twist around and face this stranger head-on.
Letting out a hiss, she bore her fangs at the strange blonde man standing before her. Only the man did not seem intimidated, nor shocked to see a creature such as herself. If anything, he appeared, at ease. Was this perhaps a trap? She hissed again but found herself on the side of surprise when the seemingly human man bared his own set of fangs and hissed back.
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‘A mermaid?’ Alucard watched, amused, as the young creature did her best to appear menacing to him. If only she knew, how instead of fear, Alucard felt a rush of reassurance at the sight of her inhuman features.
‘Humans,’ he thought bitterly. It was two humans who had hurt him most of all. Not even his own father’s war on humanity had harmed him the way those two did. His father left him for dead paled in comparison to the shame and torment he carried with him from that one night.
Had a human shown their face on his property, he’d… Well, Alucard was not certain what he would do should they refuse his order to leave. But whatever he decided, it would not be a fate any would enjoy, that’s for certain.
Thankfully, with the very distinct mer-features of this individual, that point was moot. He did not need to threaten disembowelment or an eternity of torture as a spawn, Alucard felt no such need to.
He took a step closer, taking in her unique features. Her eyes were large and dark, almost pure pools of black. He could feel the pull luring him in closer the longer he looked into them. Her skin was almost opaque, despite its color. At certain angles, rays of the morning sun seemed to shine through her body, as opposed to around it. And her tail, no doubt the most impressive of her peculiarities, glinted impressively, making her an almost otherworldly mirage against the browns and greens of the surrounding greenery.
Of course, no sooner than Alucard could admire such an ethereal sight, her tail began to lose some of its luminescence, growing duller by the second. The previously shiny scales that overlapped each other began to flake off, one by one. Down the middle of her tail, from where her belly button would have been on her abdomen had she been a human, what scaled skin remained began to crack, viscously, like a deep fissure that would not heal. The fissure continued to grow in depth and width as Alucard came within feet of her.
She hissed for a second time at his forward movement, but Alucurd was undeterred. Smiling a sort of melancholy smile, he paused before opening up his maw, revealing his impressive fangs with a hiss of his own.
At his revelation, the creature’s demeanor changed abruptly. Gone was the fear and hatred in her eyes, instead replaced by a much more benevolent wonder.
She opened her mouth, the tentacles around her ears shriveling into themselves, her ears changing to a more elven point as they came to rest flatter against her head. Alucard watched as her fangs dissipated too, the sharp canine points rounding themselves down into very simple humanoid-looking teeth. The back of her throat opened and closed, but very little sound came out. If she was trying to communicate, it seemed a verbal conversation was currently off the table.
“I am Alucard Tepes, son of Dracula and Lisa Tepes.” Alucard spoke, taking the lead for her. “And I am not human.”
The mermaid closed her eyes as she leaned back against the tree bark, wincing once or twice as a very slime-covered, human-looking bottom half cracked free from the dried shell of her former tail. She used her hands to pull the husks away from her body, leaving every bit of her person on display.
Alucard cleared his throat before deciding to remove his shirt and give it to her. He tossed the white shirt to the maiden who caught it in one hand. Bringing it in to smell, she sniffed it before looking back at him curiously.
“If you wish to spend the walk back to my castle naked, I won’t stop you. But as I’m sure you’ve learned, people up here spend most of their life clothed.”
She turned her head in the opposite direction as if to say, ‘So?’ before ultimately relenting, pulling the white top over her head.
Making a move to stand, her legs wobbled, giving out underneath her. But before she could fall, by the grace of his vampiric speed, Alucard managed to catch her, one of his arms looping under hers around her shoulder. Upon noticing the sudden conflict, the mermaiden hissed again but made no move to shove him off. Making another choked-off sound, from the back of her throat, she tried speaking again.
“Ghhank hou.” Frowning, she cleared her throat before trying again. “Thgank cou,” her voice was quiet, and yet deep and guttural at the same time as if she was holding back.
“So you can speak,” Alucard commented as he helped her walk a distance, finding her balance.
The young maiden nodded, before shaking her head. “Youg may naught want mee too.” She blinked her large, dark eyes at him, pointing to them, them down to her throat as she did so. “Sssighh-rhen.”
Alucard paused his walking, staring his golden orbs back at her. In the light, the mermaid watched as they glittered and shined, an almost metallic color, reminiscent of pirates’ gold, lulling her into a sense of security. She gave off a warning growl, having caught on to the fact that she was not the only one with influential abilities. Alucard blinked twice, breaking off the trance.
“As I said before,” he reiterated, leading the way back to his castle, “I am not human.”
The mermaiden watched him, as an almost smirk graced her inhumanely beautiful face. “Gooodd,” she hissed out.
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“That is how the castle came to be in my possession.”
Alucard led the young mermaiden down the many hallways and corridors of the castle, telling her the story of how he, along with Belmont and Sypha, were tasked with defeating Dracula. He stopped to point out various rooms along the way, the ones he was the most familiar with, anyway. There was still much of the castle that felt foreign to him. It was as if he walked the rows of a graveyard, rarely stopping to notice yet another name on a tombstone. How many hands had helped build this place? How much of their blood was shed to gather all the infinite knowledge and wealth that was kept here? Alucard did not know. Nor was he certain he wanted to know.
Walking past the various debris and carnage still left from their battle with Dracula, Alucard ushered her into his father’s former study, now his study. In the middle of the room sat one large rather ornate chair, placed before a cracked fireplace. In the chair was a crumbled blanket and pillow. On the small table next to it, a cold long-forgotten cup of tea. The items together suggested this chair was used in recent days for sleeping, not for sitting and reading or studying of any sort.
The mermaiden narrowed her eyes at that. Surely, even with this battle, Alucard claimed had taken place within his home, there were bedrooms and living quarters left unbothered. Why would someone in possession of such a grand and luxurious home sleep sitting up in a chair? Or perhaps, was it a question of biology, not psychology? Did a being like Alucard require sleep at all?
As the mermaiden contemplated, Alucard kneeled down to start a fire, but not before vaguely gesturing at the crack that ran up the front brick of the fireplace. “As you can see, the fight was not limited to one area or room.”
“Bprokeghn,” the mermaid nodded before gesturing herself to the chair and blanket set-up. “Behd?”
Alucard cleared his throat, as he stoked the beginning flames of the fire. “My room was… damaged, yes.”
Seemingly content with that answer, the mermaiden turned her attention to other parts of the room.
Off to the right there were various bookshelves and texts. And on the left? A modest oak desk sat under a large painting of a beautiful woman. Her hair was golden, almost appearing to glow under the warm hue of the fire’s dancing light. Her eyes were large and hopeful, and her size petite but strong. In her hand, she held a white flower, although its beauty paled in comparison to hers, it was a lovely touch against the dark maroon dress she was wearing.
“Prehty,” she said, stopping to admire the woman in the painting.
Upon hearing her words, Alucard looked up, a soft smile having formed on his face. “Yes,” he said. “She was beautiful.”
Glancing back at the man, the mer creature noticed his hair was blonde and rather lovely as well. Not as gorgeous as her own siren’s locks of course, but that was understandable. She pointed to the hair of the woman in the painting before pointing to her own, and then finally, to his. “Prehty too.”
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From where he stood in the kitchen, Alucard watched amusedly as the young woman tried taking a bite of her grossly undercooked fish using a knife and fork, stifling a laugh every time she would manage to grip one utensil only to drop the other. Her less-than-human approach to everyday things made Alucard feel at ease. She was not a lying, conniving human he had to watch out for, she was not biding her time waiting to stab him in the back. Quite the contrary: she was blunt and rather oblivious to human social conventions.
She had very little reservations when it came to nudity, Alucard had come to discover. If it wasn’t for his polite, insistence, she would have continued to roam the castle naked. Dwelling deep underwater made her rather immune to things like catching a chill. Alucard was similar, he did not feel the cold the way humans did, although he was not entirely immune to it. He would surely suffer frostbite should he choose to venture outside in the dead of winter without any clothes on his back. However, unlike a human, and more like a vampire, it would take more than freezing exposure to do him in.
It was almost comforting in a way, to share the castle with someone who’s biology was surprisingly close to his. She was more unhuman than human most days, her residual scales and sharp claw-like nails coming back once her body had returned to full-health. Her teeth had also increased in length, although Alucard suspected she could control their sharpness at will to some degree, her opting to keep her incisors short and squared, more human-like, whenever the two would talk walks around outside the castle.
The mermaiden also had an interesting diet. She preferred her food cold, if not raw. Even things like fish and other meats, she refused to eat properly cooked. Alucard briefly recalled the first time he had tried to offer her dinner. He steamed her fish the same way he steamed his, and presented it to her, expecting gratitude. It was humourous now, but back then he recalled being rather dissatisfied with her indignant reaction. She hissed, and berated him for serving her something ‘burnt’, or ‘burrrnt’ as she had called it.
Alucard discovered it was less of a preference and more of a requirement when he found her eagerly licking the blood from a freshly killed and skinned hare he had fetched for dinner. It seemed that she, like him, and like the many other supernatural creatures, had a penchant for blood that was born out of a necessity, and not mere cruelty. With her diet of raw and bloody food, her skin appeared healthier- still as shiny and translucent, but less gray. Her human form’s skin was less cakey and dry, and when she did change back into her tailed form, which was rather often given how much she enjoyed lounging in one of the castle’s large communal baths, her scales shed much less than they had when they first met. Upon her initial arrival at the castle, Alucard found she’d leave scales behind her wherever she walked, the same way a lover might lay out a trail of rose petals. Of course in this case, there was no intimate surprise waiting for him behind closed doors (not that he’d want one given his past circumstances, anyway), but a very brash and temperamental half-siren, usually impatiently awaiting yet another “useless” lesson in human conventions.
“Naught fun-ie,” she hissed, under her breath, well aware of Alucard’s amusement. “No need for toools underwater.” She dropped both her knife and fork unceremoniously onto her plate before crossing her arms, looking like a wilful toddler.
“There’s no one to impress here,” Alucard assured her. “Besides, even without a fork and knife I’m sure you eat like a magistrate compared to Belmont. The rodents outside have more manners.”
“Belmonnt,” the fair maiden repeated, picking up her fish with her bare hands. “Frrend.”
“Yes. Although, I haven’t seen him or Sypha for quite some time.” Alucard answered, just a hint of loneliness creeping into his voice.
“Hadd frend wonss.” Biting into her fish, she tore a chunk of flesh off with her teeth, a satisfied groan leaving her body as some of the excess moisture dribbled down her chin. “Huumann too.” She swallowed her bite of fish down, not bothering to chew much at all. “Dyed.” She licked her lips in satisfaction. “Beectraaid.”
“Wherever humans are concerned, such possibilities are never in short supply.” Alucard agreed, handing her a cloth napkin to wipe her chin. “It is their nature.”
Choking down the rest of her fish, the mermaiden swallowed harshly again before asking, “Owtsighed?” Of course, the two giant stakes housing decayed corpses had not escaped her notice on their way inside.
Alucard retrieved her empty plate, moving to place it in the sink. Closing his eyes, he desperately tried not to remember the feel of the silver cords burning his skin, the way he suffocating under Taka and Sumi’s gaze, how if it were not for his sword and the magical component of it, it’d be his body flayed and strung up outside instead of theirs. Despite not having had anything to chew or eat, Alucard swallowed hard as well.
“Yes,” he finally said.
✧ ✧ ✧
“Where are wee going?” The mermaiden asked, her vocabulary and annunciation having improved much over the last couple of weeks.
Dressed in a relatively sheer nightgown and robe, the young woman begrudgingly followed Alucard, already dressed for the day, as he led her over to the remains of the Belmont hold. Upon reaching the cleverly designed pulley system, Alucard lifted the safety bar of the lift and gestured for her to get in.
The young mer woman bared her teeth but did not hiss, a vast improvement of manners and trust on her part.
“You may recall in the past, I’ve mentioned a man named Belmont, Trevor Belmont.” Alucard set the bar back down, clicking it into place, before pulling one of the levers to begin their descent.
She nodded. “Friend. Miss him.”
Alucard furrowed his brow. “I do not believe I’ve once said I missed his company.”
The young woman shrugged her shoulders, a form of nonverbal human communication she had recently picked up on. “Still,” she wagged a finger, disapprovingly. “Can tell. No want to be alone.”
Having reached the bottom of the lift, Alucard secured the platform before exiting, seemingly eager to remove himself from their current conversation. “I speak his name frequently because he has gifted me a rather large piece of his family’s inheritance for safekeeping. Without my permission, I might add.”
Flicking a large switch on the wall, the mermaiden watched in awe as hundreds of blue flames suddenly sparked alight, illuminating an expansive cavern of towered rows and rows of books and other meticulously organized collections.
“This,” Alucard extended his arm out, showcasing the vastness of the space before them, “Is the Belmont Hold. It possesses all the knowledge the Belmonts learned on creatures of the night, the collection starting generations ago. Everything any Belmont learned has been recorded onto paper, and stored somewhere within these tomes.”
Temporarily blindsided by excitement, the mermaiden found herself quickly making her way down several sets of stairs, her balance thankfully having improved tenfold, as she ignored the darker implications of Alucard’s words.
“So much boooks!” She cried out, settling on entering a random upper row of tomes, pulling one out of the shelf. “So much papper!”
Alucard nodded, coming to join her. “I take it your people do not have much use for such records underwater?”
The young mer woman nodded, running her clawed fingers delicately over the inked pages. “Runes. Maghik. No paper.”
Carefully, Alucard took the book from her hands and placed it back onto the shelf where it belonged. Before the mermaiden could bare her teeth or hiss at him in irritation he had already begun climbing down a nearby ladder, calling for her to follow. “Come. The books are impressive, but they are not what I wish to show you.”
Reaching the lowest level before her, Alucard smiled softly as his eyes were met with the familiar scene of a magic mirror, and open chest. How strange to think he and his friends stood on this very ground when Sypha successfully managed to summon the castle. How strange to think right there, under his feet, was where Adrian Tepes died and Alucard of Wallachia truly began.
There was a time when Alucard believed he and he alone would be the one to ever stand upon this, practically hallowed ground. Belmont was not yet sure if he wished to resume the responsibilities of his namesake. And Sypha, well, Sypha had chosen to follow Belmont in whatever trouble he managed to get himself into. Who knows if they would be back, if they ever intended on coming back? At the end of their journey, there was Alucard, left alone to shoulder the burden of both their families’ legacies.
Trevor had told him not to make the castle his grave, but to use it and the hold to… help people. Such a task seemed near impossible when you were one dhampir, isolated far away from the rest of the world. But then, Alucard reflected, along came Taka and Sumi, and perhaps, he had once thought, he would no longer have to be alone.
They were so eager to learn, but they were also so eager to leave. They did not come intending to stay, Alucard knew this, and yet, he could not help the way he drew their lessons out, making sure to be as detailed as possible. If they must go, he supposed, he could make it so they did not leave for a while. It was foolish to think his desires would go unnoticed by the two humans. More foolish perhaps, to expect them to understand. Alucard had been wrong.
They sensed he was less than forthcoming, Alucard could not deny that was true. But he never lied, not once to them. But in their humanity, in their hurt and in their pain and guilt and anger they felt they were deceived. Perhaps deception was so readily on their mind because they had arrived with a plan to play him for a fool all along.
Either way, it was fatal on their part. Alucard may have wanted them to stay, but he did not need them. They alleviated his loneliness, but they were not necessary companions, not like Trevor or Sypha. They were far too different, far too divested from the line of existence Alucard walked to ever truly understand him. Being human, they ignorantly believed themselves to possess so many options of their own, but as fate had proven: they too were wrong.
But this young woman, this siren, this mermaid, she was different. She did not come seeking him, rather their meeting was entirely accidental. And this time, the playing field was even: she needed him just as much, if not more, than Alucard wanted her. It was different this time. Here, within the Belmont hold and his castle, she was the outsider. And no matter how long she stayed with him, no matter how hard she tried, she would remain less human than Alucard. Next to her, he was not a monster or a beast, no.
At her side, he appeared solely as Wallachia’s savior, Alucard, and he was neither human nor monster.
Coming back to the present moment, Alucard watched silently as the mermaiden approached the glass display case of vampire skulls. He watched as her eyes widened, and her fists clenched, before she spun around, her fangs bared. “Exsplain, now!”
“The Belmonts hunted creatures of the night for centuries. They came to Wallachia hunting Dracula and his army of vampires.”
“You said Belmont friend!”
“He is- was. As I have said to you before, he aided me in my journey to defeat my Father Dracula, to prevent him from securing the extinction of the human race.”
The mermaiden tilted her head to the side. “Buut why? You vampire.”
“Not entirely,” Alucard countered.
The mermaiden’s eyes squinted. “What?”
“The woman in portraits you’ve so admired within the castle, she was my mother, Lisa Tepes, and she was human.”
Enraged, the mermaiden’s face contorted into an expression of anger, her nostrils flaring with every huff of air she took. “Liar!” She accused him, making her way around the side of the cabinet, trying to move past the dhampir without encountering him directly. “You said humans betrayed! You said not like them! You lie!”
“I did not lie. I never told you I was wholly vampire, nor did I once say I was not part human.” Alucard mirrored her movement, cutting her off before she could reach the stairs. “I aided humanity only to be betrayed by humans. I do not belong in their world, nor do they belong in mine.”
“Nor in minesss!” She snarled. “You human. Not friend. Not anymoresss.” Shoving past Alucard she began up the stairs before she felt a hand on her wrist yank her back. Whipping around, she found herself face to face with Alucard, his expression angry, his fangs elongated and on clear display.
“And where will you go? Your human charade may not disturb me but it is bound to alert others. There is no city, no town where you could travel that they would believe you to be one of their own.” His voice was deep, dark, and full of disdain.
“Then I go home,” she retorted. “With othersss like mee.”
“Do you think they will accept you now you’ve lived with a human, lain with a human?”
“Half,” she spit into his face before sneering: “Half huumannn.”
Alucard did not even flinch, entirely unphased by her vulgar action. “Human nonetheless,” he said, the ice in his veins offset only by the golden fire in his eyes. “Not even they would welcome you back now. There is nowhere you can go, no one who would welcome you. I,” he spoke, baring his fangs, “am all you have left. I am the only one who understands.”
The mermaiden opened her mouth to speak, but could not find the words. She closed her mouth before opening it again, still hesitant on how to respond. If it was not as serious of a moment, Alucard would have laughed: she truly looked like a fish out of water.
Careful as not to spook her, he slowly raised one hand, using it to wipe away a stray tear that had fallen from her eyes. How strange a sight to see a siren crying, awful yet beautiful at the same time. Like him, Alucard thought.
“You are the only one who could possibly understand me. You need not ever leave.” Alucard used his other hand to take one of her own, and guide it, resting it atop his chest. “I do not wish to be alone anymore.”
The maiden choked back more tears, shocked she was shedding them in the first place in Alucard’s presence.
Prior to those horrible humans taking her, tears were not something the mermaiden had ever experienced. Living underwater, she was surrounded by saltwater. Even on the occasions she was consumed by great emotion, her eyes behaved no different, felt no different than they did being in their usual full-contact with water as they were everyday. But after she was taken, she found the ability to cry, something she despised. It burned the skin of her cheeks with hot shame, her throat felt too tight for air: the process of crying was foreign, and undeniably painful. She prayed it would not become a normal occurrence for her. She swore the moment she was free of her captors, she would never shed a tear again. And then she met Alucard. And he was…
Sweet. He was kind. He was not an ignorant, vengeful human. Surely, he would not give her reason to cry. They were of the same kind, she and him. He would harbor no hate for her in his heart.
How foolish of the girl to think hatred was the only feeling capable of creating pain, of making remorse. Afterall, ‘love’ was just as powerful. ‘Love’ was just as dangerous.
Deep down, the young siren knew the dhampir’s words were true: there was nowhere else she could go, there was no one else who would understand her, and care for her the way he did.
In fairness, he was not fully human, he was half vampire, and his father was the great Lord Dracula to boot. He was not simple in the way other humans were. He was not stupid in the way people were. He was educated and well-aware of the fragility of egos, the slow passing of time… He did not look at the world through a mortal lens. The mermaiden knew she could do worse, in choosing someone to trust, in picking someone to rely on.
Then again, he was half-human. She was wise to fear him, to doubt him. He may have meant what he said, when he told her she need not leave, but that did not mean she needn’t want to. But she was so far from home, so far from more of her own kind. Who else left in this region ravaged by night creatures and monsters would open their home to her the way he had? Perhaps it was wiser to stay.
Did she even possess a choice in the matter?
Even withIn the arms of that former stranger, she felt more forsaken than she had when those evil traders first captured her. She felt so alone… Gods…
She, too, wished not to be alone anymore.
“Ssstay.”
“What?” Alucard’s head snapped up at the sound of her words. “Truly?” He could not help the hope that seeped into his voice. “You wish to stay with me?”
Before him, the mermaiden nodded, yet another human expression she had come to love over the past few weeks. “Yessss,” she hissed out, her voice still nasally from her earlier tears. “I ssstay.”
A/N: Holy shit! Almost 8,000 words here. And to think I did it all while fighting the worst virus of my life! (See, THAT just goes to show you how strong my love for Alucard is.
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Could I request a fic where yandere Alucard’s so starts to suspect that he might be making her sick to keep her dependant on him?
Hummingbird*
He’s learnt by now that wishes never come true, so he chooses to make them happen. Alucard drugs his lover and keeps her locked in his castle. She could never leave him.
[She/her]
*CW for Yandere!Alucard drugging and essentially imprisoning his lover. You asked for it. :p
Temples pounding in sharp, white-hot agony, she grabs onto Alucard's sleeve as he begins retreating, her pained whimper stopping him dead in his tracks. In the next second, he's by her side again.
Concern plainly etched on his features, he assists his lover to a more comfortable sitting position on the settee. "What is it? What's wrong? Another headache?”
You’re going to need your medicine again, aren’t you?
She's hissing in pain again, answering him only with a vague gesture to her temple, upon which cold beads of sweat now start to form.
Tut-tut. "Give me a second, my dear. I'll be quick," he says softly, quietly so as not to worsen her headache, then he props her against a perfectly fluffed pillow. "I'll fetch your medicine quickly."
He returns a minute later, a tray balanced in his hands. He lowers it on the small table next to the settee. Used to his treatments, she automatically sits up a little straighter, expectant. It makes him smile.
"Take this, love," he instructs her, bringing the goblet to her lips gently. "You'll feel better in no time now, no time at all,” he promises, and as always, she gulps it all in one go, hands trembling, weak from exhaustion.
My good, pliant girl. Obedient as ever.
Alucard puts the goblet away and sits right next to her. He guides her head to rest on his shoulder and they snuggle—her, disoriented; him, giddy and content. She’d gulped the sedative again with no questions asked. He hums a little, pleased, fingers combing through her lustrous hair tenderly. If he keeps her pumped full with drugs like this whenever she gets the silly idea of leaving, things will be well again, won't they?
Soon enough, the medicine takes its toll on her. He watches as sleep finally overtakes her, as she slowly slumps against his body, out cold.
Hmm.
It took a couple minutes this time. It seems she’s building a bit of a tolerance to his concoction. He makes a mental note to increase the dose next time. It’s a perfect little thing, truly. It’s a blessing that he’d found the earlier editions of his mother’s textbooks. This particular formulation, before his mother had refined it, can tranquillise a patient in no time indeed. However, many hours upon taking it, it induces agonising headaches that gradually build into disorientation. Enough to render one incapable of the littlest chores, enough to keep one immobile for a while, helpless.
He lays her head on his lap and continues his brushing through her hair, a soft smile plastered on his face.
How I love you, my darling. If only you could see that.
He observes as she whimpers in her sleep, face contorted in apparent displeasure. Wracked with a dream, perhaps? A bad one? Well, no matter, she gets to stay in it for now.
You've made your bed. Now lie in it.
He picks up a single piece of fallen eyelash off the soft skin of her cheek and rolls it in his fingers. If he were any other man, he'd have placed it on the back of his hand then brought it to his lips to blow it away, wishing for her to stay. But he's learnt by now that wishes never come true. He chooses to make them happen. He wipes her fallen lash on the hem of his shirt. She could never leave him. If he had to cage her like a bird, he would. If she behaves herself, he may even let her out once in a while.
It really shouldn’t be this difficult anyway. Not at all. If only she’d stop with her talks about going outside. About travelling or exploring or taking some time to go and be with her family. What for? What good would it do?
She'd already sworn herself to him long ago, whether she knew it or not. She needs to commit fully, like he had, like he continues to do. Her place is right here, with him, in his castle. Nowhere else. Allowing his lover to entertain ideas of moving, of going places… it wouldn’t do. He’d made that mistake before with his previous companions, and look what became of them, what he had to do.
It wouldn’t, it couldn’t happen to his sweetheart. It’s just a couple more weeks, perhaps, until she’s convinced that she’s too sick, too fragile to do much travelling or venture outside. Until she understands that she cannot be without him, without his support and guidance and care and... love.
Just a little more… and then no more pain, my love. This is for your own good.
Alucard hums a cheerful tune to himself, content. Her brows crinkle in her sleep. The thudding of heavy bolts clicking shut echoes in the quiet halls.
The next day, another headache looms in the back of her head, threatening to come on in full force again, just as it did the day before, and the day before that. She gasps at the realisation that it happens around roughly the same hour of the day each time, as if it’s on a schedule, as if manufactured. It has her reeling, grasping at her head. And as always, like clockwork, he’s by her side, medicine in hand, offering it up to her lips.
"It looks like it's time for your—"
"No!" she suddenly shrieks at him, eyes squinted.
Alucard's blood runs colder. Her racing heartbeat caws at him, pulsing in his ears. Is she truly defying him now? Doubting him?
He releases a shaky, shuddering breath and tries again—calmly now, softly now, there is no need to frighten her—"Darling, hush now and take your—"
She swats the goblet off of his hands, sending it hurtling in the air. It clatters noisily on the floor, spilling its contents.
Alucard takes another deep breath, closing his eyes, willing himself to be patient. He counts to three. When next he opens them, he's composed again. "No matter,” he murmurs, voice perfectly modulated despite the disgruntled look about his face or the scowl threatening to erupt from his mouth. “I'll go and get another. You sit there and wait."
"No!" she screams again, stepping back, away from him. "What's in it first, Alucard?! Tell me!”
Her heartbeat thudthudthuds in his head even louder now, like a beating drum that needs to stop. Why is she so angry now? She needs to fucking stop and take her medicine at once or else the headache will go away on its own and it will ruin everything he worked for! Everything!
He grits his teeth and advances towards her, grasping her by her arms, patience wearing thin. Before he has a chance to compose himself, his words are coming out hot, voice raised, mouth snarling. "It's for your own good!"
His volume makes her flinch. He’d never yelled at her before. He’d only ever been soft, kind, sweet. Who is this man in front of her? What exactly is going on?
His outburst hints at her something. He’s never been very good at lying. Why can’t he answer a simple question now?
Moisture starts gathering in the corners of her eyes. "What? What are you…? For my own good?! I’m only asking you what’s in it. What’s in—”
She gasps then, as acute suspicion hits her fully. “What have you been feeding me? Are... are you... are you imprisoning me? Are you—"
Suddenly, things click into place. The way he bolts the castle doors shut with a heavy mechanism she cannot undo by herself. The way he doesn’t allow her to go venturing out on her own, the way his eyes trail her every movement. How he shuts down any conversation about her going anywhere—anywhere but any room in his dark and desolate castle!
She trembles, seemingly shrinking into herself, flinching away from him.
He runs his thumb underneath her eye then, wiping at the tear that managed to escape, ignoring the way she’s paralysed with fear, the way it’s caused by him. He has the urge to lick away her tears, but settles for kissing her softly on her quivering mouth instead.
Somehow, it’s calming. Despite the truth exploding in his face, he feels …serene almost. There’s no point in hiding now, is there?
“You’re mine, in case you forgot,” he tells her, matter of fact, breath ghosting over her lips. “From the moment you told me you would stay and keep me company, I’ve been yours and you’ve been mine.”
As if to confirm his statement, the bolts of his heavy doors slowly start thudding into place one by one again, locked through his magic, shutting them out to the rest of the world. The silence that follows is deafening.
He smiles a toothy grin at her, his fangs a dark reminder of just who she’d sealed her fate with.
She’s sobbing now, crumpling down, and he catches her tenderly in his arms, shushing her, cooing at her. His little hummingbird.
She’ll come to realise soon that struggling is futile, won’t she? She belongs with him. They will be together forever. She will be his bride. One day, this castle will be populated full of her children, sired by him. Merry laughter will fill the air and he will never be alone again.
Love is a beautiful thing, is it not?
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Can you do yandere Alucard headcanon with reader the doesn't want him as her lover but kidnap her as she continues to rejects him
Ooh yes!! I seen these types of requests before and I love them!!
Yandere Alucard includes…
Most likely you’ll meet him in a stereotypical “he saves you from injury/getting chased”
Over time, you are grateful for him taking care of you, but you sense something is a bit off here and there
He goes above and beyond in his treatment of you, overly flattering, hangs on to every little word you say or do
As you’re talking, he’s listening intently while also divulging the flood gates of his own past and longings.
“Would like to stare here? Would you like to stay here forever? With me?”
You’re taken aback by such forwardness, and it keeps you on edge. Trying to play nice, you politely rebuff but it’s only the beginning.
Soon, there’s little things here and there that keep you restricted. Locks on the doors, limited access to the libraries, kitchens, other rooms, even the main doors are starting to be locked.
You catch on and while you smile and stay polite as a front, you’re frustrated inside. Looking for any cracks, holes, or gaps in the castle to pry through.
It goes on for days, weeks, months, and you feel exhausted by the end as your resources dwindle. Even in your weariness, you try to rationalize the situation and slowly give in as your resolution wears down
It could be worse, right? At least it’s not shivering in the cold, hungry and alone?
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Hello! I love your yanderes Lisa, Dracula and Alucard! I had some doubts, in case Yandere Alucard has children with reader, would Lisa and Dracula also be yanderes with their grandchildren? The entire Tepes family would be more yandere with the reader, would they have more reasons to protect their s/o, since she brought them more happiness (Alucard became a dad and Lisa and Dracula became grandparents? If you feel uncomfortable with the questions, I ask apologies in advance
I don't know if I'd ever write children into the au. I always want to keep my stuff gender neutral, so I don't want to imply anything by making the reader have children.
However, we could say that reader and Adrian adopted children, human children that reminded them of the life they once lived before the Tepes family took them in. Reader took pity on them and raised them up, and Adrain, who would do anything for reader, would raise them as his own, instilling into them the belief that it's their duty to keep reader safe. He trains them, teaches them, and by the time they are grown, they are basically a perfect image of their father.
I could definitely see Dracula and Lisa becoming Yandere's for their grandchildren, and their care and adoration for reader growing. Reader saved their family and now it has a chance to grow because of them. If their children are adopted humans I see the two becoming very protective of them, even as they grow and become stronger.
but yeah, I don't know if I'm going to include children into the au.
#soft yandere#yandere x reader#platonic yandere#platonic yandere castlevania#castlevania x you#castlevania x reader#yandere castlevania
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A GUIDE TO MEMOIR, intro.
“ i would rather be in your arms for forever and a day than to sit the throne of a thousand kingdoms. ”
— li. they/them. south asian. zhongli luvbot. feeding my gambling addiction. thousand of ocs. adrian tepes enthusiast.
— masterlist. requests. ocs.
— what i write for,
genshin impact. honkai starrail. castlevania. jujutsu kaisen. tgcf. bungo stray dogs. moriarty the patriot. jojo. house of the dragon. game of thrones. acotar.
— who i write for,
male readers, female readers, gender neutral readers. oc x character.
— what i write,
canon events, high school au, mafia au, modern au, yandere, anything as long as it’s sfw.
— things to keep in mind;
I mostly write for my ocs, and there’s like a lot of them. i have my own life to tend to, so sometimes the requests may be a bit delayed. please don’t go around stealing my work as your own.
— how to request;
please send me a scenario with the character you desire, instead of just saying “can you write something for (insert character)?” specify the gender of the reader and whether you want a canon scenario or an au one.
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Arv’s List of Bright Ideas (aka the Fic List that will likely never be entirely completed)
I’m having one of those nights where my brain wants to write All The Things at once. So here’s my Fic List - some WIPs, some still trapped in my imagination.
1. Touch - of course! Back on my Dabi brainrot and living for it. My go-to fic when I want to write after a long day.
2. (Sandman) Morpheus x Reader (likely epic multichapter) - I have a mysterious, catchy premise but no fucking plot; but guaranteed to be a slow burn with some sort of major overarching storyline.
3. Loki x Reader (epic multichapter) - idea from ages ago; still determined to write this even though the scope of it is huge and utterly daunting.
4. (Castlevania) Adrian Tepes x Reader (multichapter) - filled with angst and slow burn but plot is underdeveloped still (i actually had TWO ideas for him, similar vibes).
5. Aizawa x Reader (oneshot AND multichapter) - can’t decide between SOS or the fae fic, but I haven’t written him in a while and I MISS HIM.
6. Overhaul x Reader (2 parts/multichapter...?) - Yes, yes... this is the childhood friends to lovers with a part 2 that goes a bit dark (yandere) that I bragged about a year ago and still haven’t finished. 🥲
7. (Stranger Things) Eddie Munson x Reader - was originally two ideas that will likely get merged into one. It’s my smut fic + fix-it fic. Fuck yeah.
Bonus - on the back burner:
8. Ushijima x Reader college AU (multichapter) - surprise, bitches, I don’t think I’ve mentioned this one before... also very underdeveloped but my soul craves it.
9. Draken x Reader holiday theme (oneshot) - this tells how old THIS idea is...
10. Nanami X Reader (oneshot) - ummm pure self-indulgent smut... but I’ve never written for him before, so *scary.*
11. Keigo x Reader (oneshot) - hurt/comfort, healing, difficult choices, inspired by Hozier - also had this one saved in my brain for forever...
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Ey, hola! Espero que se encuentren bien, aquí estoy con algo nuevo y de temática Yandere con nuestro damphir favorito.
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Advertencias: menciones de desnudes, tocamientos no deseados, se hace mención de actividades +18 o adultas llegando al final de la lectura, Yandere Alucard, esto es ficción, no consientas estos actos en la realidad.
Título: Por los siglos de los siglos.
Resumen: Harto de vivir solo durante tantos años, Alucard decidió tomar a la pobre alma que había llegado a él, buscando ayuda, sin saber que buscar su ayuda, tendría como pago ser su compañera amada por el resto de los siglos.
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Dormir juntos se sentía tan pacífico, como una unión que no se podía describir, incluso después de hacer el amor sentir la piel del otro y el aura que desprendían por estar juntos era lo más placentero. Era una conexión única e indescriptible.
Pero…
Su unión no era como la clásica amorosa, dónde ambos se amaban tan fieramente, se entregaban sus vidas y almas en un juramento lleno de amor y fiereza por estar unidos.
No era como la de sus padres.
La amaba tanto que su amor parecía una locura, una obsesión enfermiza y despiadada. Oscuro.
Alucard la quería con él, quería eso que tuvieron sus padres y amigos, aún después de vivir por muchos años y ver y conocer a tantas personas, estar solo no era maravilloso, ver las paredes del gran castillo era desesperante, él quería ver una nueva cara, sentir la compañía de alguien más, anhelaba tener intimidad con quién debería de ser su amante y sentir la felicidad juntos. Daría todo por, incluso, hacer las actividades más domésticas que hay en la vida.
Sin embargo, atormentado por sus demonios internos, la desesperación y el deseo que tanto pedía, lo llevó a meterte en su casa y volver su cautivo; fuiste tan inocente al confiar en él y no darte cuenta de sus intenciones profundas. Solo querías su ayuda para salvar a tu pueblo del acecho de unos vampiros, ¿Quién iba a decir que buscar su ayuda, tendría como pago ser su compañera amada?
Sometida a sus deseos, ahora debías dejarle tocarte y amarte. El misterioso Alucard que había salvado innumerables veces al mundo, que hacía su deber por compasión y acto de amor a su madre perdida, había resultado ser diferente al de las historias que se contaban de generación en generación.
Llevando una de sus manos a tu mejilla, te hizo salir de tus pensamientos.
“Te amo, cariño, tú… ¿Tú me amas?”
Y aquí era donde tenías que responder a sus sentimientos, forzosamente.
“Sí, te amo.” Un amor de mentira, obligado. Sus ojos brillaron con deleite al oír tu respuesta.
Sabía que tus palabras no eran reales, pero ¡Qué felicidad y placer encontraba, cuando le decías lo que quería escuchar!
“E-Espera…” Trataste de detenerlo, en cuanto él se acercó a ti y te volvió a encerrar entre sus brazos y el colchón de la cama.
Sus labios bajaron a su cuello, besando, lamiendo y alabando los chupetones que había dejado horas antes, los filosos colmillos rasparon la piel delicada que encontraban, sus grandes manos llegaron a sus pechos, cubriendo la carne suave y sintiendo como se endurecen esos pezones dulces que tanto ama, no podías evitar los suaves suspiros que dejabas escapar, Alucard sonrió, sabía cómo sacarte gemidos.
“Por favor, no… estoy cansada.”
“Por favor, sí.” Sus ojos brillaron con peligrosidad y supiste que no podías pararlo. Él ya estaba duro y dispuesto a tomarte. La punta dura y caliente pinchando sobre tu ombligo.
Sus facciones se volvieron completamente vampíricas provocando temor, las palabras finales de él firmando tu destino.
“Déjame amarte por el resto de los siglos.”
#yandere castlevania#yandere alucard x reader#yandere adrian tepes#alucard castlevania x reader#adrian tepes x reader
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Can you do yandere alucard headcanon
A/n: goddamn yes another yandere alucard.
- I can't stress enough that he is exactly like how other writers have described, in MY opinion. Assuming this is post season 3, he's broken and fragile. Clearly he hasn't been the least bit sane since his group broke up.
- I won't go too into detailed since I would just be explaining things that other writers have already written him to be. It's definitely that deeply emotional state that pushes him to pursue his darling.
- Alucard has never been this selfish; usually looking out for others from a safe distance. So it's an odd thing when he suddenly starts longing for someone in an unhealthy and obsessive manner.
- He's all up in your business when you least expect it. Fingers caress along your shoulders, golden eyes linger on your skin for longer than what's considered appropriate, and there's gifts, so many damn gifts piling up on your bedside table that you start to think how ridiculous the situation is getting.
- You think of leaving him, you think it would be good for him to build a bit of his own independence. If he ever finds out about that, I think he would start to develop a manipulative side; purposely making himself look weak and dependent on you. He starts to cling to you more, popping up out of nowhere to trap you between his body and a wall, or even the kitchen bench.
- He whispers pitiful things in your ear that make you feel guilty about your thoughts.
- "You would leave me, a fragile, crumbling fool to rot away in this wretched place while you happily skip off elsewhere?"
- Yeah, he's definitely very clingy when you reluctantly agree to stay.
Sorry that's all i have for now 😭
#castlevania#adrian tepes#adrian tepes x reader#alucard castlevania#alucard x reader#yandere adrian tepes x reader#yandere alucard x reader
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Alucard/Adrian seems like he'd be sweet but so unintentionally creepy. He'll be watching his Darling eat during that first morning in his home and just stare absentmindedly. He's still not used to having someone to spend time with and be around every day.
He also hates the thought of Darling fearing him. Plenty of people do, but he would NEVER hurt Darling! Even if they anger him, or say they hate him, or even fight him, he won't harm them directly unless it's to pacify them. He'll hurt anyone who tries to snatch them away or help them escape, but never them. He's likely to kill whoever tried to take them, drag Darling back, and throw them into their room or a dark underground part of the castle as punishment. If they're so desperate to be alone and without him, then he'll let them enjoy some solitary confinement.
And it still pains him to do it. No matter how angry or betrayed he feels, he loves them and just wants them to stay. Is that really so much? Yes, he's a monster, but is he really so unlovable and horrific that even after seeing his true self and how much he cares for them, they'll still hurt him like this?
He wouldn't have them share his bed at first, just because he worries about his nightmares and accidentally hurting them in his sleep. He also likely wouldn't initiate anything too sexual if they say "no" because he knows how it feels to be violated like that; if he goes under their clothes and they say to stop, he'll acquiesce while still kissing and caressing them OVER their clothes.
Eventually he'd say that he'd like to share his bed with them when he's ready, and from that point on they're sleeping with him every day. Their sleep schedule is a bit off since he naturally prefers nighttime and doesn't really need to sleep anyway, but he doesn't mind at all. He'll peek in as he patrols the grounds in the dead of night and smile at seeing them asleep in his bed. Watching them sleep while he enjoys a book is one of his favorite little pleasures in life. Also, Darling will definitely wake up more than once to him just staring at them with a small smile lol.
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Not an ask, just some ideas, some yandere and or more stripper alucard (lol I've totally been caught up in all the fanart)
I hope your in good health and it's nice having you back!
A/N: Thank you my lovely. I am glad to be back. I am at a loss when it comes to stripper!Alucard ideas so if y'all want to send in some inspo feel free but I have plenty of thoughts about Yandere!Alucard. These are darker than my usual bits so beware if this ain't what you want! I also want to say that a lot of these behaviors are considered ABUSIVE in real relationships so please please please if you are dealing with this IRL RUN RIGHT NOW!!!
This is 18+
TW: Breath play, Impact play, stalking, and gaslighting
Now I know our baby is kind at heart but I think we should explore just how quickly Yandere!Alucard's kindness can become cruel.
Yandere!Alucard is unpredictable. He'll be seemingly calm and collected one moment and then out of his mind with jealousy and rage the next.
He follows you around wherever you go, searching for anything, anything he can find to give him a reason to punish you for proving to himself that you're just like everyone else while devising a plan to keep you all to himself.
At first, he brings things up calmly with a deceiving pleasant/playful tone that has you chuckling as you answer him. "I thought you and that boy in the village were some old acquaintance with the way you lingered behind to speak with him." You'll smile and crack a joke about you being best buddies even though you barely knew him and would be caught off guard when he's next to you in seconds with his hand in your hair pulling your head back enough for him to stare directly into your eyes.
The red in his eyes sparks your fight or flight and you're wanting to scurry away like a frightened bunny. He'll interrogate you about all the times you've been out of his sight and every time don't answer quickly the hand he has wrapped around your throat gets tighter.
You quickly learn that he's addicted to the scent of your fear. The way your pulse quickens whenever he steps into the room.
You begin to prefer to have him watch your every move. That way he can only punish you for the little things.
He'll purposefully give you too hard tasks so you'll mess up and he can bend you over his knee. He'll make you recite all the ways you disappointed him and count how many times he spanks you.
He'll tell you over and over that it's your fault. That you deserve this because you've upset him and soon enough you begin to believe it.
#gn reader#genderneutral reader#castlevania#alucard#adrian tepes#alucard tepes#alucard x reader#adrian tepes x reader#alucard tepes x reader#gem speaks#Castlevania hc#yandere!alucard asks#yandere!alucard
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