#alucard x reader

[jynx-raven]

[elvinapandra]

POV : you have been scrolling for the past hour and all you see is SMUT

Please...life is lot more than fucking🙏🏻

[amazighjewel]

When there isn’t 20 new fics for me to read after refreshing the tag (I just finished reading everything and have absolutely no patience)

[jojobear06]

Me after i’ve spent hours looking for a specific fanfiction, and I come to the conclusion that it’s been deleted.

[words-of-a-pyt]

Am I the only one who never liked using "Y/N" in fanfics?

I mean, I know it literally stands for "Your Name" but IDK IT ALWAYS BROKE THE IMMERSION FOR ME😭 So me, I found ways to write around it.

"He passed Y/N the cup." ❌️

"He passed you the cup." ✅️

Another example being...

"I did it because I love you, Y/N" ❌️

"It was always you. Everything was for you. My heart, belongs to you."✅️

This is not me saying this is THE RIGHT WAY to write fanfics. This is just my opinion, and writing style.

I also REALLY REFUSE to use it because of this fucker😭

[witchymommy27]

A girls first heartbreak is her favorite fanfiction being deleted.

[princessxmin]

HIS EYES ARE LIKE ANGELS !

⋆˚꩜.ᐟ : including — cutesy hcs! [౨ৎ] synopsis: alucard tepes as a lover [♡₊˚ ♕]: her highness's decree: if it wasn't obvious alr I have a thing for soft spoken intelligent, gentleman-like men.

‧₊˚⇢♡ a gentleman doesn't even begin to describe just how sweet he is to you.

considering Alucard was already well-mannered and more than polite before meeting you, once he falls for you (becoming immediately smitten), he's somehow even more so.

His tone becoming impossibly more gentler when talking to you, opening doors for you, pulling your your chair out for you, positioning himself in front of you at the first hint of trouble (even if you're a fighter/magic wielder).

‧₊˚⇢♡ attentive to every facet of your being.

he's very conscious of himself to ensure he isn't just staring at you but you do make it quite hard not to. Whenever you play with your hair in deep thought, the way your smile always meets your eyes, the way you silently gaze into the distance when you reminisce.

It's all so..mesmerizing—you are mesmerizing.

So while it pains the dhampir to have to tear his eyes away from you at times so as not to make you feel uncomfortableit is very tempting to not want to see every expression your beautiful face makes.

‧₊˚⇢♡ calls you "beloved", "dearest" "flower", and "my love."

Alucard is such a naturally affectionate man once he's in love that pet names become second nature to him. However, it still is so cute how he was slightly hesitant to call you anything initially usually referring to you by name—until it just slipped out.

Your breath catches for a moment, looking up at the blond from your place beside him on one of the library's plush velvet settees.

The castle is quiet around you, save for the occasional crackle from the fireplace and the soft rustle of pages turning. Warm afternoon sunlight filters through the tall windows, painting streaks of gold across the bookshelves and illuminating the dust motes drifting lazily through the air.

You'd spent the better part of the afternoon curled up together.

Your book long forgotten in your lap as you leaned comfortably against his shoulder, your head nestled against him while he read.

It was one of your favorite places to be.

Close enough to hear the steady rhythm of his breathing.

You were tracing absent patterns along the edge of your page when Alucard finally spoke. "Would you like some tea, my love?"

The word leaves his lips so naturally that neither of you seem to process it at first.

Your eyes widened slightly and you could feel Alucard stiffen slightly besides you. His gaze lowering from the book in his hand to where your head is resting on his shoulder. An adorable, light blush creeping on his pale cheeks. "Forgive me," he says quietly, setting his book aside perhaps a little too quickly. "I did not mean to presume."

The bashfulness in his voice is almost unfairly sweet, so you straighten slightly, lifting your head from his shoulder to shake your head with a soft smile. "You didn't. I don't mind you calling me that—it's sweet."

For a moment, Alucard simply looks at you. Golden eyes searching your face as though trying to determine whether you're merely being kind. When he realizes you're sincere, some of the tension leaves his shoulders.

Barely noticeable.

"I'm glad," he says quietly. His voice is softer now, the afternoon sunlight catching against the pale strands of his hair as he looks at you, and you're suddenly struck by how unfairly beautiful he is.

Especially like this.

The realization makes your smile widen slightly. "Can I call you something too?"

His brows lift. "Something?"

You nod.

"You wish to give me a pet name?"

"Well, yes."

You tilt your head. "If you're going to call me things like my love and beloved, I think I should get one too."

A quiet laugh escapes him then. "I suppose that is fair."

‧₊˚⇢♡ guides you with a hand at your back through crowded towns, unfamiliar roads and in more sketchy parts of wood

Whether you're walking through a crowded marketplace, entering a room, or simply moving through the halls of the castle together, Alucard always seems to find his place just slightly behind your shoulder.

One hand resting lightly at the small of your back.

Never possessive. More so a subtle, discreet gesture. One that many don't notice on first glance.

Like no matter where you are, he'll make certain nothing reaches you first.

₊˚⇢♡ is constantly making sure you're comfortable.

Perhaps it's because he's spent so much of his life caring for others, and caring for you is not much different nor a chore. Though it's probably because the sweet way you breathe a 'thank you Adrian,' or 'you're always so kind thank you my love.' Has him quick to whatever you need to hear those lovely again.

If you're cold, a cloak is draped over your shoulders before you can mention it.

If you're tired, he's already suggesting you rest.

If you're hungry, he's quietly finding a source of food for you.

Half the time, you don't even realize something was bothering you until he's already taken care of it.

And when you thank so softly like the angel you are?

He simply smiles.

‧₊˚⇢♡ always reaches for you in his sleep.

Alucard sleeps lightly by nature. Years of solitude and danger made certain of that. Yet slowly but surely, after sharing a bed with you, over time it's been increasingly easier to sleep soundly next to you.

Primarily because you fall asleep holding his hand.

You always knew that he carried a weight most people could scarcely imagine. The loss of his parents. His complicated love for his father. The loneliness. The years spent wandering with burdens that were never truly his to carry.

You knew there were nights his sleep wasn't peaceful.

So when you'd first begun sharing a bed, you'd made a habit of reaching for his hand before falling asleep. Not because you were afraid to sleep alone. But because you never wanted him to face even his nightmares alone ever again.

The first time you'd done it, he'd looked almost comforted yet confused. Glancing down at your intertwined fingers before looking back at you. Yet he hadn't pulled away.

And after that, it simply became part of your routine.

Until one evening, months later, as candlelight flickered softly across your shared chambers, Alucard spoke just as you were settling beneath the blankets.

"My love?"

His voice was unusually hesitant.

You immediately looked up from where you'd been adjusting the covers. "Yes?"

For a moment, he seemed almost uncertain.

Golden eyes lowering briefly.

Then—

"Would you be comfortable with..." He paused, clearly searching for the words. "Me holding you while we slept?"

A warm smile glaced your lips as your nodded, "Of course, sweetheart."

Once settled into bed, Alucard's arm settled carefully around your waist as though he were handling something precious. Slowly relaxing into you only after you had done so yourself, and once he did, it was almost as though he could finally breathe properly.

Now, months later, Alucard rarely even realizes he's doing it.

You'll wake in the middle of the night to find yourself tucked securely against his chest. One arm wrapped around your waist. His hand resting over yours. Sometimes his face buried lightly in your hair.

Other times, when nightmares try to find him, you'll feel it. The unconscious way his fingers search across the mattress. The way he reaches for you even while asleep.

Seeking warmth.

And the moment he finds you, his body relaxes. The tension leaves his shoulders. His breathing evens out once more.

♡ princessxmin please do not alter, copy or translate my work !

[yhwhsdaughter]

Love in the morning

cr: source, @5oul_spinn3r

Alucard x Fem. Reader

“Love is a fragile, capricious thing in this cold, fleeting world. But if anything can redeem anyone, then yes. Love.” 

Alucard had been alone for a long, long time. He never imagined he’d marry a human, much less have a child with said woman. 

“He loathes me,” Alucard announced dramatically as he entered the bedroom. You were half-asleep; not quite as an early riser as your husband and son, and sat up in a slight daze, trying to blink the sleep away. You only felt the weight of Alucard’s body on the mattress as he settled his face against your stomach. 

Instinctively, your hands tangled in his curls. Alucard peeked—watching the way that your mouth pried open to let out a soundless yawn, your lovely hair mussed as a result of a well-rested night. “Is that so?” you hummed, already knowing whom he was referring to. Your fingers gently raked through the strands. Alucard spoke into your stomach, sullenly tugging at a loose string from your nightgown. “Angelo refused when I asked if I could play with the butterflies too.” 

You suppressed a smile, trying to take your husband seriously. “Oh?”

“Even after I woke up with the boy’s knee digging into my side, he won’t let me join him in playtime.”  

You could tell he was a bit miffed. “I suppose he prefers those filth bugs over his own flesh and blood.” Pfft. How childish. 

It was endearing to see how much Alucard adored your son—from the moment Angelo was born, he was smitten at the sight of the little life you both had helped create. He could not get enough; you’d have thought Alucard birthed Angelo himself. That baby, a fragile and precious being, was growing faster and faster every day. Time didn’t stop for anyone. And so Alucard was trying to make the most out of fatherhood. Your dear little Angelo was now four winters old and he loved the outside. It was a battle just trying to get him to come inside the castle to eat, bathe, and sleep. Especially he loved to play with insects, which was a bit surprising considering neither you or Alucard were particularly fond of them. 

Your hands consoled your dear husband, moving soothingly over his head and face which nearly lulled him back to sleep. Seeing his frown lessen made your eyes soften. When you’d first met Alucard, he carried this look of perpetual sadness and even though you loved him as he was, you feared he would retain such expression on his beautiful face forever. Seeing him like this truly warmed your heart. 

You leaned down, face close to his, hoping to plant a tender kiss on him when—“Papa!”

Alucard perked up at the sound of his beloved son calling for him, immediately rising, leaving you to kiss the air. 

Arms outstretched, Angelo bounded towards Alucard on the bed, who mirrored his action, thinking the boy wanted to embrace, only to be betrayed by his own kin. Angelo placed some type of slug onto Alucard’s hand. 

At Alucard’s lapse in judgment, Angelo let out a squeal. Your husband tried not to immediately fling the thing away; though he barely managed with that bug slowly moving in his palm. “O-Oh.. this is..” 

Disgusting? You thought, mentally shivering, a  bit glad that it was him and not you. You caught Alucard’s subtle eye twitch, and could tell he was calculating the consequences of throwing the insect away at the great risk of upsetting your son. 

“Wonderful..” 

Angelo turned to you, seeking approval, at the same time that Alucard swiveled, silently pleading for help. The scene was just too amusing. Alucard was not pleased when he saw you clamp a hand over your mouth, “I-It’s truly wonderful my dear.. pff..” 

“It is not funny, (Name).” Ohh, he was mad. For some reason this made you laugh harder, your shoulders shaking from it, only muffled noises escaping you. Angelo’s eyes glittered with innocent joy, beaming at your words.  He joined you in laughter, clapping his hands as if his father’s discomfort was the most amusing thing in the world. 

In another moment, where a dirty slug wasn’t crawling around his hand, Alucard would’ve been delighted by the sight of his wife and child laughing… but their source of amusement was currently at his expense. “You two.. are horrible..” he muttered with a stern face. And yet, he wasn’t truly angry. 

Still, when he glanced down to look at the bug, he squirmed. It was bad enough you found this hilarious, but encouraging Angelo too? “It’s wonderful”??? How incorrigible. 

“Don’t say that,” he replied in dismay. “You’re a bad influence!” At his accusation, you looked away in shame (still laughing). “I’m truly.. pfff.. sorry my love..!”

You weren’t the least bit sorry. You were only looking away to laugh! 

Without much thought or malicious intent, Alucard tossed the slug in your direction. 

“Eee!!” You jumped out of bed like a spooked cat, body twisting to swerve the bug, flinging pillows and blankets aside. Alucard didn’t imagine you’d react so violently, his action delayed as his arm reached out but failed to catch you. His golden eyes widened as you leaped out of bed, limbs flailing wildly. 

Angelo was loving this, bouncing on the bed with glee. Alucard on the other hand, felt guilty for acting too petty. Fortunately you seemed to be fine, strown on the carpeted floor below. Your legs were up in the air, the rest of your body on the ground, causing your nightgown to ride up to your thighs. Your hair was sprawled around your head, a bit out of breath as you narrowedly escaped the bug of doom.

Angelo had leapt down to save his slug but Alucard’s gaze was on you and your compromising position. With your nightgown hiked up, a good portion of your legs were exposed. He couldn't help it. At the sight of his wife like that, Alucard’s mind began to machinate inappropriate thoughts. His golden eyes were drawn to your lovely thighs. It was difficult to swallow because his throat felt dry. 

He was already regretting tossing the stupid bug. It was a moment of pettiness but now this had taken a sharp turn, impure thoughts began invading his mind. He swallowed again. 

 “Ange, my sun..”  you sat up, blowing a strand of hair away from your face, “Please don’t bring insects into the bedroom anymore.” 

Angelo was blissfully unaware at his father’s sudden disposition. He continued giggling, eyes glimmering with excitement, slug cradled gently in his little hands. Your son’s golden ringlets bounced as he nodded obediently to your words. “Good boy.” You ruffled his hair. “Now, go on with your governess. She’s probably losing her head looking for you. We’ll be down for breakfast shortly.”

“Yes, mama!” With a cute little nod, Angelo bounded out of the room which is what Alucard had been silently praying for—needing to be alone with you. It was taking all his self-control to not drag you back into bed. 

His body felt hot. Alucard gripped the bed sheets tightly, his knuckles turning white as he attempted to compose himself, but it was impossible to look away from you right now. 

Once the door shut behind your son, Alucard moved to kneel in front of you, his legs on either side of you. He needed you desperately. One of his hands tilted your chin in a gentle manner. You were a bit confused as Alucard 

looked like he was about to say something, but didn’t. 

Instead, he leaned in and captured your lips. Right away, his other hand found your leg, moving upwards and pushing your nightgown higher. At that second you understood, letting out a soft gasp. His hand squeezed the flesh of your thigh, his lips pressing harder against yours in a heated kiss. 

With practiced touch, Alucard’s fingertips crept up higher and higher. He wanted to rile you up. He wanted to make you as desperate and flustered as he was. “(Name)…” he bit down tenderly on your lower lip, and pulled it in between his teeth. After a moment he pulled away, breath short. His eyes meticulously examined the nightgown, covering your body, impeding him from savoring the full sight of your beauteous mounds and curves. “Tsk. This needs to get rid of.” He tugged at your hem. “Yours first,” you muttered. Alucard blinked, in slight surprise before smiling proudly. “As you wish.” Pulling away slightly, he made a show of removing his nightshirt. He was slow and calculated with every movement, as if to tease you. He even looked down to you, seeking your face for a reaction. Once the material was dropped to the side, it revealed his lean and sculpted torso. 

i gave up halfway, so you can imagine the rest lol