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Ok! How would Alucard reacting to having a baby with a demigod reader/s/o and the reader/s/o is wondering what their child is going to be like with their vampire and deity heritage? Maybe a bonus with Lisa and Dracula hearing the reader's curious words and maybe interacting with their grandchild.
Awww how cute!
So first off, he would have every emotion a new parent might feel: joyful, nervous, ecstatic, protective, etc.
one thing for sure is that he would also be a super involved parent too, there for every milestone
The best thing to come from this is the fact of immortality, so Alucard gets to see you and his kids and get to enjoy the centuries that are offered to you all
half-vampire (or rather quarter vampire now) and deity heritage makes for a fast growth and developing of arcane knowledge/abilities, but you’ve both managed to navigate that aspect and pass that along to the kid(s)
He’s such an enamored parent, always watching with admiration as they develop and begin to make their own way in the word.
if Alucard were to introduce his kid(s) to Drac and Lisa, it would be a bit of a tense reunion but Lisa is just enamored to see her grandkid(s) and adores you for how happy you make Alucard, which makes for an easier time between him and his father.
Hola, había dejado de publicar durante un tiempo, ya que he estado un poco enferma, pero decidí publicar algo pequeño pero esponjoso que tenía guardado. Espero que sea de su agrado
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Alucard Tepes x Reader
Empezaba a atardecer, los últimos rayos del Sol se podían apreciar, destellos naranjas y algunas nubes moviéndose suavemente. Era una vista sin preocupaciones y parecía no haber nada que pudiera entorpecerla.
Respiraste tranquila, el suave viento del atardecer meciendo mechones de tu cabello y algunas voces de la gente del pueblo eran percibidas. Esto era como la recompensa final del día que estaba por terminar.
“¿Cansada, amor mío?” Alucard, habló detrás de ti, él te encontró sentada en los escalones de su imponente castillo.
“Algo, querido.” Contestaste a su pregunta anterior. Desde que había amanecido, habías salido al pueblo a hacer tu día, el poblado que se estaba formando parecía tranquilo, entre las personas se ayudaban y convivían pacíficamente. Después de los acontecimientos anteriores, trataron de revivir en un nuevo capítulo.
Las aventuras y dolor que pasaron, los había unido demasiado. Él con la soledad y dolor de perder a su familia, se había acercado poco a poco a ti, buscando la calidez y momentos pacíficos que ofrecías, y él, aunque creía que no valía nada, te daba esa valentía y seguridad que habías perdido después de pasar un camino difícil.
Alucard y tú se necesitaban, tanto como necesitaban el aire para respirar.
Alucard la miró desde donde estaba. Le parecía un ser inocente, que necesitaba ser protegido, a pesar de que sabía que no necesitabas la protección de los demás. Sonrío, aún no podía creer que te tuviera a su lado. Caminó hacia ti, su gran cuerpo se agachó para sentarse detrás de tu espalda y abrazarte con sumo amor.
Miró la imagen que te tenía tan relajada, una sonrisa estaba en él, había valido la pena cruzar todas aquellas desventuras. Aunque aún estaban los recuerdos trágicos, sabía que podía pintarlos con nuevos y más coloridos.
“ Me encanta esto.” Él dijo y tú te volteaste a verlo. “ Estos momentos, sin duda son tranquilos. Y quiero tener más de estas tardes contigo.”
Tu corazón dió un vuelco, sus palabras sin duda te pusieron nerviosa y provocaron que te sintieras más enamorada de él.
“Yo también quiero eso, Alucard, contigo siempre.”
“¿Siempre?” Agachó su rostro a ti. Te miraba con cierta coquetería. Se acercó aún más y sus labios rozaban los tuyos.
“ Siempre.” Acto seguido lo besaste, ya no queriendo que fuera un simple roce de labios, sino un beso de amor, entrega y dicha.
Y ahí, a la luz del atardecer, ambos se besaron como si no hubiera un mañana y disfrutando del atardecer.
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.”
How do we catch Alucard’s attention in general👀
how you catch alucard’s attention ཐི❤︎ཋྀ
author note: hi all! woke up today and decided to write something, thank you for the request anon!
• it is easy to catch the dhampir’s attention especially if he loves you or has a crush on you. alucard usually glances at you from across the room and when you catch him he will quickly look away with a blush on his face.
• if you two have not started dating yet and you have been at his castle lending a helping hand to him, he loves when you two can just sit in silence together. if he sees you doing something like cleaning up the mess of the castle without him asking, he would really appreciate it and love you for helping him. he is somewhat ashamed of what he did to his father,,, so you being there for him is a simple way of catching his attention.
• if you’re reading a book that he also really enjoys he will approach you and start a cute conversation about the book. if he sees you sitting underneath a tree enjoying the book he will bring over a basket of foods for you both to enjoy during your conversation.
• alucard is slightly awkward and introverted, he would love if you approached him first. since his heart is set on you he will do his best to approach you with small talk! it’s so cute seeing him with a blush on his face, trying his hardest to be “normal
• hearing you hum to yourself or just you singing is truly music to his keen ears. he can hear exceptionally well and if he hears you from afar singing a nice tune you made it really makes him happy. in a way it reminds him of his mother and how he used to hear her sing throughout the castle.
• showing interest in anything he likes is the perfect way to catch his attention! he appreciates feeling seen. it means a lot to him that you would show interests into all his “silly” habits. whether that be him sewing, reading, or cooking. feel free to join him also!
• finally, just seeing how helpful you are to others. tge way you care for others really appeals to him. you truly are his angel.
If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to 10 of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better🌹
— with love, Amira! @madame-fear 💗
What a nice message I found. Thank you, just when I was discouraged
──── 𝐀 𝐃𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑'𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 ˊˎ - ☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: a commission for @ladybambivamp who was lovely to work with <3 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Adrian 'Alucard' Tepes x OC 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2.3k 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: hurt/comfort, body insecurities
You bite the inside of your cheek as you look over the foundations of a new village from where you’ve returned with a basket in the crook of your arm from foraging out in the forest. There they stand at the top of the castle steps, each holding one side of the paper upon which the plans for the village are drawn out, sidled up to each other like a pair of lovebirds.
Greta’s so beautiful. She’s tall, gorgeous, strong, brave… Everyone around here looks up to her. And she makes Adrian smile so much. You march towards your destination, the very castle upon whose doorstep they are standing, as a pang of jealousy stings your chest. You swallow down the lump in your throat as you walk past them and head towards the kitchen within the castle to properly store away your findings. Adrian says something as you walk past and you’re not sure if he’s talking to you or not but you don’t turn your head to check, not wanting to be around the two of them together when you’re stung with a betrayal that you have no right to feel.
As you step inside, the warmth of the sun upon your back leaves, as does the pleasantly cooling breeze that had been whispering through your wavy hair. You get to work on storing away the mushrooms, berries and veggies accordingly as you try to think of anything other than Alucard. Though, that seems to have the opposite effect than intended and you end up being unable to think of anything but him. You nibble your bottom lip in worry over these feelings bubbling in you. You shouldn’t feel this jealous over him being so close to Greta; the two of you aren’t a couple, you’re nothing exclusive, even if you have been more flirty and vulnerable with him lately.
You sigh and your thoughts drift off to the other night… you’d watched over dinner as he clearly had a difficult time in resisting drinking more and more wine. He’s been struggling a lot since having to kill his father and you’ve done all you can to support him through that. The two of you ended up in the study that he had been taught by his various tutors in. The same room in which he ended up crying on your shoulder as you soothed him and calmed him down. Much to your surprise, once he was finished crying, he had let out a soft sigh and laid on the carpet you’d been sitting on so he could rest his head in your lap. You’d taken to gently running your fingers through his silken-gold hair which seemed to further relax him and he buried his face against your belly, wrapping an arm around your waist as he let you just pet his hair.
It’s just been the two of you since Trevor and Sypha left. The twins were a trial you overcame together and now the people of Danesti are making their new home right on your- his doorstep. You let out a sigh as you realise that these intimate moments between you and Adrian – the night stayed huddled up together in his father’s library reading books, the dances in halls as he toured you around the castle, the times he’s cried in your arms and you’ve buried your face in his hair to hold him close and hush him softly – they’ve all made you fall in love with him. Perhaps he might have fallen for you too if it were still just the two of you making this colossal castle a little less lonely together, but with Greta around, that nagging little part of your self-esteem that makes you insecure is reminding you that you don’t stand a chance with her around.
As you leave the kitchen, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and that insecurity increases tenfold. Your lips purse into a pout as you turn this way and that, knowing deep down that you’re not doing yourself any good. You’re fairly short and you’re not unaware that you’re a chubby girl. Beside Greta who’s tall, lean, subtly muscular, you feel foolish for letting your heart cling so tightly to your dear dhampir. You decide to walk away and busy yourself with chores for the rest of the day.
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That evening, you make your way to the kitchen as Adrian stands over the stove, cooking. Since Trevor and Sypha left, you cooked for him for a while as he struggled to deal with having killed his father and since he’s made his steady recovery, the two of you have taken turns cooking each night. Even with the people of Danesti now making their home on the doorstep, many of them in guest rooms or the castle foyer due to the new village not yet having enough homes, the two of you have kept up this little tradition.
It helps to ease your mood a little, knowing you still have this with him, even if you’re now caught feeling like you’re losing a man who was never yours in the first place. You start to silently set the table all while stealing glances to him, the smell of mushrooms warmly filling the air.
You always see Alucard’s hair before you see Alucard. It falls like spun gold around his shoulders, long and bright. He’s tall, towering so, and his shirt clings to the muscles in his back and shoulders. His sleeves are pushed up past his elbows, material cinching at the bottom of his biceps, revealing pale, elegant hands and the veins running up his forearms.
He’s already heard you come in but now he looks over his shoulder to spot you sitting in silence, watching him. He smiles softly at you, hoping to ease whatever he’s noticed seems to be bothering you today.
“How did foraging go today? It seems like you found a lot.” He comments, wanting to break the silence and get to the bottom of what’s causing your bad mood. It wasn’t lost on him how you seemed perfectly happy in the morning but in such a terrible mood when you returned, walking past him without even noticing how he was trying to get his attention; or outright ignoring him, he thinks. But Alucard holds you very dear to his wounded heart and would not like to think that you’d do such a thing to him.
“Good, it was alright…” You say quietly. He frowns a little, your mood not seeming to lift. His lips purse in consideration for a moment as he plates up the mushroom ragu and sets your plate in front of you at the table you’ve set. Usually, Adrian sits opposite you when you eat together – it just makes it easier to talk and always seems appropriate – but today, he sits down beside you. He leans in close and you catch the soft scent of soap on his skin. He sets his hand between your shoulder blades.
“Bambi… I thought we were closer than this. You can tell me if there’s something bothering you.” His voice is like thick honey and wine, like warm silks in cool air. He’s effortlessly captivating, seducing your insecurity and stubbornness enough for you to feel a lump build at the back of your throat, tears threatening to prick your eyes. You exhale a shaky sigh and cast a glance to those eyes that shine like suns, quickly losing your courage and looking away, down at the table, at your lap. You decide to broach the matter steadily, not plunging straight into how you truly feel about him.
“We don’t spend as much time together as we used to… I know that we’re busier these days, that we’re doing good, we’re helping people… But, I don’t know…” You glance away. Alucard’s brows raise in a hopeful surprise upon hearing your words. He wasn’t aware that you had been feeling the decrease in time spent together as much as he had.
“You miss me?~” He asks in a playful tone, leaning a little closer. You nod your head yes, being genuine. You’re already spending less time with him than the two of you used to and now you can’t help but fear that you’re going to lose him to Greta. You’re not sure that you will be able to stick around if you have to watch that. He drops the teasing the moment he realises that it isn’t helping and you’re genuinely feeling quite tender about this topic. “Hey…” He wraps an arm around you and gently neatens your wavy bangs, swiping his fingers gently through them. “Nothing’s going to change between us. We’re going to be here for each other, busy or not. We’re still here, aren’t we?” He gestures to the table, to your tradition of ending your days with dinner together. But his words have a double meaning that he doesn’t yet understand, one that plucks cruelly at your heartstrings.
“I think that’s the problem…” His head rears back a little as he looks at you in confusion at your vague words. He had been comforting, hadn’t he? He thinks for a moment over what you said.
“You… want something to change?” You nod your head and dare to look into his eyes again. His entire expression has softened, lips slightly parted to reveal a peek of the fangs that hide within his mouth. He then smiles and tilts his head, hair falling over one shoulder. The hand that had played with your hair now gently strokes your cheek with the back of his knuckles, admiring the contrast between his cool, pale skin and your pretty, warm tone. You feel your heart flutter in your chest, surprised at the affectionate gesture. “Why didn’t you say anything?” He asks, voice barely above a whisper.
“Because…” You trail off, beginning to feel silly now that you can practically see hearts in his eyes as he softly blushes, smiling down at you. “Because I see you and Greta together and-”
“Greta isn’t you.” He cuts you off immediately. “She’s not the woman who was my angel when I needed one.” He tucks some hair behind your ear to better see your face, “Angels aren’t something a creature such as myself deserves but you were mine anyway.” His blush deepens as he realises just how that sounded, “Am I allowed to call you that? Mine.”
“Don’t you want better?” You whisper, barely able to muster your voice. This seems to be going so well, too well even, and so your insecurity, your own demon upon your shoulder, just cannot let that be. “She’s so much prettier. Everyone looks up to her. She’s so tall and fit and-”
“Bambi…” He almost looks hurt and shakes his head, “Don’t do that, don’t compare yourself to other people. I don’t want a Bambi who looks like a Greta, I want you as you are. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” You don’t know what to say and so you just shyly turn your eyes down, “You’re so cute, so soft, do you have any idea how often I’ve thought of that time where my head was in your lap? How much I’ve wanted to be so close to you again but have been so afraid that this isn’t what you want?” His fingers cup your chin and coax you to look at him. He gently leans forward and presses a chaste kiss to your soft cheek, testing the waters with you.
“Do you really think that?” You feel silly for asking considering he’s speaking in a tone like you’re the most revered being on the planet, delicate and sacred. But you can’t help but ask for further reassurance.
“Of course I do. You’re everything, all I want; if you’ll have me.” He’s speaking quietly and his face is so close to yours now, breath fanning gently against your cheek. His words fill your belly with butterflies and your nose nudges against his, silently testing the waters. Neither of you are too hasty, unsure how well you’re both reading this situation and his lips graze featherly against yours. Your heart flutters in your chest, pounding in your ears and you wonder if he can hear it too, if even his inhuman heart has picked up in speed.
You dare to slide one hand into his golden hair, feeling like gossamer between your fingers, and he reciprocates with an arm around your waist to tug you closer, chair scraping against the floor slightly. And that’s when you decide that one of you needs to break this tension and you press your lips to his ardently. He’s cool to the touch and eager, one long, chaste kiss lasting upon each other’s lips until it quickly bursts into something far more passionate. It almost feels like all this tension that’s been building up between you over the last few weeks has finally reached its brim and spilled over as your bodies sway with each other, trying to get as close to the other as possible even if there’s already no space left between you. He deepens the kiss and you shiver slightly at the way his fangs scrape ever so gently against your lips. They’re weapons, lethal ones, and yet he’s doing nothing more than kissing you, than loving you more than you ever thought he could, perhaps more than you ever could.
When the two of you finally pull away for breath, he stays close to you, a hand cupping the back of your head as his forehead presses to yours and he looks down at you through lidded eyes beneath long, blond lashes. He smiles softly at the way your eyes glitter with such profound emotion and presses another peck to your mouth.
“Now eat up or your food will get cold.” His familiarly teasing tone returns as he pulls away and picks up his fork, leaving you dumbfounded for a moment. It would seem some things change and others don’t.
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You bite the inside of your cheek as you look over the foundations of a new village from where you’ve returned with a basket in the crook of your arm from foraging out in the forest. There they stand at the top of the castle steps, each holding one side of the paper upon which the plans for the village are drawn out, sidled up to each other like a pair of lovebirds.
Greta’s so beautiful. She’s tall, gorgeous, strong, brave… Everyone around here looks up to her. And she makes Adrian smile so much. You march towards your destination, the very castle upon whose doorstep they are standing, as a pang of jealousy stings your chest. You swallow down the lump in your throat as you walk past them and head towards the kitchen within the castle to properly store away your findings. Adrian says something as you walk past and you’re not sure if he’s talking to you or not but you don’t turn your head to check, not wanting to be around the two of them together when you’re stung with a betrayal that you have no right to feel.
As you step inside, the warmth of the sun upon your back leaves, as does the pleasantly cooling breeze that had been whispering through your wavy hair. You get to work on storing away the mushrooms, berries and veggies accordingly as you try to think of anything other than Alucard. Though, that seems to have the opposite effect than intended and you end up being unable to think of anything but him. You nibble your bottom lip in worry over these feelings bubbling in you. You shouldn’t feel this jealous over him being so close to Greta; the two of you aren’t a couple, you’re nothing exclusive, even if you have been more flirty and vulnerable with him lately.
You sigh and your thoughts drift off to the other night… you’d watched over dinner as he clearly had a difficult time in resisting drinking more and more wine. He’s been struggling a lot since having to kill his father and you’ve done all you can to support him through that. The two of you ended up in the study that he had been taught by his various tutors in. The same room in which he ended up crying on your shoulder as you soothed him and calmed him down. Much to your surprise, once he was finished crying, he had let out a soft sigh and laid on the carpet you’d been sitting on so he could rest his head in your lap. You’d taken to gently running your fingers through his silken-gold hair which seemed to further relax him and he buried his face against your belly, wrapping an arm around your waist as he let you just pet his hair.
It’s just been the two of you since Trevor and Sypha left. The twins were a trial you overcame together and now the people of Danesti are making their new home right on your- his doorstep. You let out a sigh as you realise that these intimate moments between you and Adrian – the night stayed huddled up together in his father’s library reading books, the dances in halls as he toured you around the castle, the times he’s cried in your arms and you’ve buried your face in his hair to hold him close and hush him softly – they’ve all made you fall in love with him. Perhaps he might have fallen for you too if it were still just the two of you making this colossal castle a little less lonely together, but with Greta around, that nagging little part of your self-esteem that makes you insecure is reminding you that you don’t stand a chance with her around.
As you leave the kitchen, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and that insecurity increases tenfold. Your lips purse into a pout as you turn this way and that, knowing deep down that you’re not doing yourself any good. You’re fairly short and you’re not unaware that you’re a chubby girl. Beside Greta who’s tall, lean, subtly muscular, you feel foolish for letting your heart cling so tightly to your dear dhampir. You decide to walk away and busy yourself with chores for the rest of the day.
✩.･*:｡≻───── ⋆♡⋆ ─────.•*:｡✩
That evening, you make your way to the kitchen as Adrian stands over the stove, cooking. Since Trevor and Sypha left, you cooked for him for a while as he struggled to deal with having killed his father and since he’s made his steady recovery, the two of you have taken turns cooking each night. Even with the people of Danesti now making their home on the doorstep, many of them in guest rooms or the castle foyer due to the new village not yet having enough homes, the two of you have kept up this little tradition.
It helps to ease your mood a little, knowing you still have this with him, even if you’re now caught feeling like you’re losing a man who was never yours in the first place. You start to silently set the table all while stealing glances to him, the smell of mushrooms warmly filling the air.
You always see Alucard’s hair before you see Alucard. It falls like spun gold around his shoulders, long and bright. He’s tall, towering so, and his shirt clings to the muscles in his back and shoulders. His sleeves are pushed up past his elbows, material cinching at the bottom of his biceps, revealing pale, elegant hands and the veins running up his forearms.
He’s already heard you come in but now he looks over his shoulder to spot you sitting in silence, watching him. He smiles softly at you, hoping to ease whatever he’s noticed seems to be bothering you today.
“How did foraging go today? It seems like you found a lot.” He comments, wanting to break the silence and get to the bottom of what’s causing your bad mood. It wasn’t lost on him how you seemed perfectly happy in the morning but in such a terrible mood when you returned, walking past him without even noticing how he was trying to get his attention; or outright ignoring him, he thinks. But Alucard holds you very dear to his wounded heart and would not like to think that you’d do such a thing to him.
“Good, it was alright…” You say quietly. He frowns a little, your mood not seeming to lift. His lips purse in consideration for a moment as he plates up the mushroom ragu and sets your plate in front of you at the table you’ve set. Usually, Adrian sits opposite you when you eat together – it just makes it easier to talk and always seems appropriate – but today, he sits down beside you. He leans in close and you catch the soft scent of soap on his skin. He sets his hand between your shoulder blades.
“Bambi… I thought we were closer than this. You can tell me if there’s something bothering you.” His voice is like thick honey and wine, like warm silks in cool air. He’s effortlessly captivating, seducing your insecurity and stubbornness enough for you to feel a lump build at the back of your throat, tears threatening to prick your eyes. You exhale a shaky sigh and cast a glance to those eyes that shine like suns, quickly losing your courage and looking away, down at the table, at your lap. You decide to broach the matter steadily, not plunging straight into how you truly feel about him.
“We don’t spend as much time together as we used to… I know that we’re busier these days, that we’re doing good, we’re helping people… But, I don’t know…” You glance away. Alucard’s brows raise in a hopeful surprise upon hearing your words. He wasn’t aware that you had been feeling the decrease in time spent together as much as he had.
“You miss me?~” He asks in a playful tone, leaning a little closer. You nod your head yes, being genuine. You’re already spending less time with him than the two of you used to and now you can’t help but fear that you’re going to lose him to Greta. You’re not sure that you will be able to stick around if you have to watch that. He drops the teasing the moment he realises that it isn’t helping and you’re genuinely feeling quite tender about this topic. “Hey…” He wraps an arm around you and gently neatens your wavy bangs, swiping his fingers gently through them. “Nothing’s going to change between us. We’re going to be here for each other, busy or not. We’re still here, aren’t we?” He gestures to the table, to your tradition of ending your days with dinner together. But his words have a double meaning that he doesn’t yet understand, one that plucks cruelly at your heartstrings.
“I think that’s the problem…” His head rears back a little as he looks at you in confusion at your vague words. He had been comforting, hadn’t he? He thinks for a moment over what you said.
“You… want something to change?” You nod your head and dare to look into his eyes again. His entire expression has softened, lips slightly parted to reveal a peek of the fangs that hide within his mouth. He then smiles and tilts his head, hair falling over one shoulder. The hand that had played with your hair now gently strokes your cheek with the back of his knuckles, admiring the contrast between his cool, pale skin and your pretty, warm tone. You feel your heart flutter in your chest, surprised at the affectionate gesture. “Why didn’t you say anything?” He asks, voice barely above a whisper.
“Because…” You trail off, beginning to feel silly now that you can practically see hearts in his eyes as he softly blushes, smiling down at you. “Because I see you and Greta together and-”
“Greta isn’t you.” He cuts you off immediately. “She’s not the woman who was my angel when I needed one.” He tucks some hair behind your ear to better see your face, “Angels aren’t something a creature such as myself deserves but you were mine anyway.” His blush deepens as he realises just how that sounded, “Am I allowed to call you that? Mine.”
“Don’t you want better?” You whisper, barely able to muster your voice. This seems to be going so well, too well even, and so your insecurity, your own demon upon your shoulder, just cannot let that be. “She’s so much prettier. Everyone looks up to her. She’s so tall and fit and-”
“Bambi…” He almost looks hurt and shakes his head, “Don’t do that, don’t compare yourself to other people. I don’t want a Bambi who looks like a Greta, I want you as you are. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” You don’t know what to say and so you just shyly turn your eyes down, “You’re so cute, so soft, do you have any idea how often I’ve thought of that time where my head was in your lap? How much I’ve wanted to be so close to you again but have been so afraid that this isn’t what you want?” His fingers cup your chin and coax you to look at him. He gently leans forward and presses a chaste kiss to your soft cheek, testing the waters with you.
“Do you really think that?” You feel silly for asking considering he’s speaking in a tone like you’re the most revered being on the planet, delicate and sacred. But you can’t help but ask for further reassurance.
“Of course I do. You’re everything, all I want; if you’ll have me.” He’s speaking quietly and his face is so close to yours now, breath fanning gently against your cheek. His words fill your belly with butterflies and your nose nudges against his, silently testing the waters. Neither of you are too hasty, unsure how well you’re both reading this situation and his lips graze featherly against yours. Your heart flutters in your chest, pounding in your ears and you wonder if he can hear it too, if even his inhuman heart has picked up in speed.
You dare to slide one hand into his golden hair, feeling like gossamer between your fingers, and he reciprocates with an arm around your waist to tug you closer, chair scraping against the floor slightly. And that’s when you decide that one of you needs to break this tension and you press your lips to his ardently. He’s cool to the touch and eager, one long, chaste kiss lasting upon each other’s lips until it quickly bursts into something far more passionate. It almost feels like all this tension that’s been building up between you over the last few weeks has finally reached its brim and spilled over as your bodies sway with each other, trying to get as close to the other as possible even if there’s already no space left between you. He deepens the kiss and you shiver slightly at the way his fangs scrape ever so gently against your lips. They’re weapons, lethal ones, and yet he’s doing nothing more than kissing you, than loving you more than you ever thought he could, perhaps more than you ever could.
When the two of you finally pull away for breath, he stays close to you, a hand cupping the back of your head as his forehead presses to yours and he looks down at you through lidded eyes beneath long, blond lashes. He smiles softly at the way your eyes glitter with such profound emotion and presses another peck to your mouth.
“Now eat up or your food will get cold.” His familiarly teasing tone returns as he pulls away and picks up his fork, leaving you dumbfounded for a moment. It would seem some things change and others don’t.
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Platonic Yandere Trevor finding out that he isn't the last Belmont, and that his younger sister escaped or was spared because she was a iligitamate child of the family and not publicly known to be a Belmont and the church assumed she was just a servant of the house
A/N: It would be great if Trevor was not to be the sole Belmont left! Not that he can’t handle the responsibility, because he does step up in the end, but because it would be much easier to carry on a legacy when there’s more than one person left to tell your story.
Edit: Here's what I think about his sister's age
Edit 2: Here's why her age makes it all the more horrifying.
Platonic! Yandere! Trevor Belmont Finding Out He Has a Long-Lost Little Sister:
The moment Trevor finds out about her, be it from unearthed family records in the Belmont hold, or from growing gossip in town, he sets out to find her and bring her home. Even if it turns out not to be true, he can’t let her continue to live life on her own, she’s too much of a target with the Belmont Family crest on her back.
He is both angered yet relieved when he finally meets her and discovers she’s truly his half-sister. Trevor feels betrayed that one of his parents strayed beyond their marriage, but he also feels thankful for their infidelity, as it provided his half-sister the cover she needed to escape slaughter alongside the rest of his family.
It doesn’t matter if she’s in a relationship or if she’s found a new family for herself, he whisks her away back to his life, cutting off any other bonds she may have forged for herself. After all, those people didn’t matter. They were simply placeholders, keeping her safe until he could dutifully come along to take her back to the life she was always destined to live.
If he’s traveling with Sypha at the moment she better welcome his half-sister with open arms and support Trevor’s decision to take her back with them. Trevor makes it clear to Sypha, that should push come to shove, he’ll choose his half-sister over her. Sypha was the one who encouraged him to fulfill his family’s destiny in the first place. She should know very well Trevor would put his last remaining blood relative first.
Regardless of where he and Sypha are, Trevor elects to drop everything and head back to the ancestral Belmont hold. Trevor needs to show his half-sister all that’s stored there. He needs her to remember who she is.
On the journey back, he teaches her some basic combat, mainly self-defense. One part of him doesn't want his sister to join in the physical fights ever, but another part of him knows deep down it’s inevitable. All the Belmonts were fighters in one way or another, even if that wasn’t their main skill set. Being a part of his family meant no one could afford to be a pacifist. He knows too well: if you’re a Belmont, trouble’s bound to find you eventually, especially when you aren’t looking for it.
If his half-sister appears to have an affinity for it, he might even consider letting Sypha teach her some Speaker magic. Trevor knows how capable Sypha is of taking care of herself during a battle, and he’d very much like that same reassurance for his little sister as well.
If Trevor and Sypha have already defeated Death and are residing within Dracula’s castle, Trevor journeys to retrieve his sibling alone, before bringing them back to the former ruins of the Belmont hold, what is now the beginnings of Village Belmont. He does his best not to sound too proud when he tells his little sister the village name.
Despite the warm welcome his little sister receives, Trevor refuses to let her speak to anyone else or hang out with villagers her age without his supervision. Even though these are the people he fought alongside to stop Death and his vampire generals, Trevor tells his little sister not to trust them.
Trevor’s paranoia worries Sypha, Alucard, and Greta, who truly just want to be friends with his younger sister. At the same time, they do have some degree of understanding of why Trevor would want to be as watchful as he is.
Sypha tries to bring it up but gets shut down. Having their future children to think about, she decides to let the matter go, knowing her focus is needed on her baby right now.
Greta tries to offer to teach Trevor’s sister some basic fighting techniques but that suggestion is quickly squashed by Trevor who makes a show of dominance. He challenges Greta to a quick fight and wins of course. But not before making it clear that he had more than one opportunity to finish her off for good if he wished. Greta keeps her distance after that, and she advises her people to do the same.
Alucard accompanies Trevor and his younger half-sister on every tour of the Belmont hold, making the occasional snide comment about Trevor’s family dedicating themselves to the eradication of his kind. Seeing how uncomfortable the tension makes his little sister, Trevor lashes out at Alucard, the two of them causing a fair amount of property damage. The two of them only stop when Trevor’s sister rushes between them, crying, begging them to please stop hurting each other.
It becomes clear to everyone that unless Trevor learns to let go, his half-sister is going to live a very sorrowful, very isolated life as a Belmont.
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