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Hello ! Hope you're having a nice day/week. Is it possible to have some headcanons about Dracula (and/or maybe Alucard) with a werewolf reader, where the reader is like "No! I don't want you to spend the full moon with me. I don't care if you can handle a dangerous werewolf. It's just that my wolf-self is husky-level of dumb and drama. You don't want to see me arguing with my reflection in the mirror for an entire hour and loose..." ?
Dracula
Dracula absolutely thought that you were being beyond dramatic about your werewolf form.
There's not many things he hasn't seen in his many years of living. That includes watching his own kind and humanity alike partake in less than dignified behavior.
If he didn't bat an eye at you being a werewolf, why would he care if you're a bit off during a full moon?
As prideful as he is, Dracula is aware of his own flaws that might be received negatively.
Dracula is swift in his insistence that nothing you do will make him think less of you, regardless of how dumb you may act.
However, it doesn't deter you from ducking and running from him whenever you feel your bad habits spike.
And during a full moon?
Forget it. Dracula would have to use his entire castle to find you. Even then, you seemingly find endless ways to dodge him in a new hiding spot whenever that cursed rock in the sky got too big.
Dracula kept his patience. He never snaps at you or tries dragging you back. At most he sighs and leaves you be until it's over.
Though it does come to a point where it's ridiculous. He hardly sees you and that bothers him.
If you're his partner, obviously he wants you within arms reach. He gets lonely in that big castle and seeing you on edge aches at him.
If you're longterm friends, it hurts just a bit you don't trust him enough to see every side of you.
Dracula inevitably follows you on a full moon.
Try as you might, you couldn't shake him this time. He planned ahead, the bastard.
Dracula is tired of this and he just wants to know you're doing okay.
You duck into an area after your transformation completed, one with a reflection. You thought you outran Dracula.
You were wrong.
Though, your little canine brain didn't even register the vampire behind you. It was more keen on feeling offended at the one staring back at you in a puddle of water.
You growled at it, further offended by it mirroring your action.
You found yourself pouncing on the puddle to "attack" it but the splash aggravated you more. Was this other wolf mocking you?
You scurried around and wound up in a cycle of trying to sneak up on the puddle and being splashed again.
Dracula blinked, watching you. He heard about your behavior during this time from how much you wanted to avoid him seeing you like this but experiencing it was nevertheless...amusing.
He's seen this from normal pups all the time. Was this really what you were worried about? Honestly.
Dracula was amazed you had the energy to do this to dawn.
By the time you regained your senses and turned, you saw Dracula smiling and leaning against the cave wall.
You were flushed and soaked to the bone. And were now contemplating withering away in here forever.
"The baths are open whenever you are ready for them. Do try to wipe your feet before entering the castle when you return instead of rolling on it."
You threw a rock at him before curling up on the cave ground as he laughed, desperately wishing you were the size of an ant.
Dracula chuckled and simply sat beside you, patting your head. Yup. You were stuck with him until night fell. Great.
The entire time, though, he just sat in silence and let you recover from your mortification.
Once it was night again, Dracula removed his cape and picked you up, deaf to any protests.
"I don't mind if you go a bit feral. I'm no stranger to it myself. But do try not harming yourself in the process." Dracula says, referring to the few cuts you had from running into some sticks and dirt.
Dracula emphasized his concern by hugging you a bit closer. You feel his hair tickle your eye.
"What helps is having a companion present to chaperone."
Yup. You weren't getting out of this. Fantastic.
Alucard
You know you're not getting away from him, right?
While I think Dracula may just watch you fumble to avoid him during a full moon with reluctant patience until following out of concern, Alucard...
Well by comparison, he's far more playful than his father.
By no means is he impatient. He knows what it is like having certain instincts against his will. And unlike him, you don't have the benefit of being coherent in your wolf form.
Alucard harbors sympathy, rest assured. And he won't do anything that will cause you serious distress.
That being said, good luck getting rid of him for this.
Alucard won't follow you. But he somehow knows exactly where to be when it's over.
Bath, fresh clothes and a snarky remark about your moon cycle.
"Rough night?"
"Bite me."
It's embarrassing. He knows you like the back of his hand.
You don't know what's worse, the prospect of him seeing your stupidity first hand or him just smugly appearing in the aftermath to comfort you. Every time.
You've done a decent job staying away from Alucard when a full moon rises. But unfortunately, lady luck ran out when it sprung on you in a situation where you couldn't excuse yourself.
In seconds, you were running around Alucard's legs and challenging him.
When he didn't rise to it, you caught a glimpse of your reflection in a mirror. You growled, barked, bared your teeth.
This went on for hours.
"I think you've made your point to them, love." Alucard smiles as he watches you.
Of course, you just kept snarling at your own face.
"Yes, I know. How dare they?"
He patted your head and somehow leads you away from your reflection until you were safely tucked away.
Dawn broke. Alucard was just smiling down at you with his chin in his palm as you woke.
"Personally, I do think that glass could stand to lower taxes-"
A pillow hit his face.
You weren't coming out of your blanket cocoon for a week.
hiya!!! i've been having a rough week, and i could really use some comfort. do you have any headcanons about olrox with someone he considers like a daughter? an adult ofc, but someone he feels protective over and comforts when they're upset?
Olrox with a surrogate daughter
Olrox didn't know how this came to be. He kind of...just let it happen.
You were a significantly younger vampire by comparison and knowing you were without your kin struck a chord with him.
Olrox genuinely feared your lack of experience would land you in the wrong hands.
You may be an adult but you were not immune to naivety or recklessness.
Olrox knew that being fresh to immortality and otherworldly strength can breed a nasty bit of arrogance or long term planning.
Meaning, you now have fatherly lectures breathing down your neck that you never asked for. You're stuck with it. Rejoice.
I imagine Olrox is the hands off but stern type.
He respects your independence and allows you to learn through experience but is just as quick to correct ill advised behavior.
You know him. Olrox is not one for foolishness or things that waste time.
Olrox certainly wouldn't want someone he considered family to end up like Erzsebet or Drolta. Both are self absorbed power hungry monsters. Thinking to be beyond touch.
If Olrox has considered you his daughter, even if he hasn't said it explicitly, he'd want you to be confident but level headed.
Olrox is more than encouraging of strong women.
But there was a difference between strong and delusions of grander.
Knowing your limits was key.
Thankfully, you listened to Olrox.
Mostly.
You see, it was odd to have this old man coming from nowhere and suddenly treating you like he raised you.
You appreciated the effort but it was...weird.
It'd take years before you would actually be used to it and fully reciprocate.
Even if it was unspoken.
Olrox may have even thought of a family ages ago but...well, tragedy tended to halt that possibility. And the death of his lover hadn't helped.
Olrox may have even had siblings but evidently lost them. His people were a sore spot.
I don't think Olrox is naturally maternal. In fact, he's more of a cool uncle.
But his fondness for you speaks volumes in his actions.
Protection, conversation, banter, sharing food, nagging you to feed, etc.
Olrox loves you, undoubtedly.
So...seeing you upset is not something he favors.
Olrox noticed almost immediately. You were quiet. Not necessarily avoiding him but not eager to stick to his side as usual, either. You got what you needed done and carried on.
Olrox gave you the space to be alone for a while.
But he inevitably sat down beside you.
He said nothing. Just offered you the opportunity to voice your concerns.
You didn't.
You broke down.
In seconds, you were in Olrox's arms with him cradling your head. He shushed you and urged you to breathe.
Olrox honestly didn't care if you spoke or just cried. Whatever was troubling you wouldn't for long if he could help it.
Olrox wiped your tears and joined your foreheads.
Others would make the mistake of thinking the intensity in his green eyes indicated anger. But you saw past the sterness and saw the promise.
The protective love that said, however silently, that nothing would reach you under his watch. That he was here. Always.
You two didn't exactly ask for one another. But you would die before forsaking each other.
How would Trevor, Richter and Alucard react to a FEMReader who continuously, without fail, would stop to pet stray animals or pets wherever they went, even if they were in the midst of a goal to get done quicker rather than later 😭 and bonus if said reader eventually happened to just.. adopt a cat or something on their journey LMAO
Trevor
Not amused.
You have several responsibilities and not to mention, literal monsters running amok.
Who in their right mind would waste their time to pet every animal they see? You, apparently.
Trevor has lost count of the amount of times he had his whip ready for an attack, expecting you to cover his back, only for you to crouch.
"Rabbit."
Trevor blinked. "What? What are you-"
Trevor turned and grimaced.
You were stroking a little sniffing mammal that seemed eager for the vegetables you were carrying.
"Rabbit." That was all you said.
Trevor would have killed you if he wasn't distracted.
Trevor breathed and just decided to let the moment pass as usual.
But then you ran off to cuddle a snake on the way back.
And held a grasshopper.
Then a lizard.
When you stared at a beaver, Sypha had to hold him back.
"Leave her be."
'Leave her be', she says.
Right.
Trevor made the attempt. But then you came back with a rabbit in your arms and a gecko on your head.
"Put them back-"
"These are our new friends now-"
"PUT THEM BACK!"
You weren't listening.
Trevor found you asleep with them that night.
You were feeding them and keeping them clean. You already named them both. This was going to be chaos.
Trevor complained constantly as he bathed the rabbit whenever you weren't around.
Sypha understood his frustration but couldn't help but find it endlessly funny. He was caring for animals he never asked for because he was too much of a softie to release them without your knowledge.
You kept up with your habits no matter how much Trevor groaned.
You went and pet a cow, about to open your mouth.
"If you try leading that thing with us, it's going in a stew."
You huff. Heartless bastard.
Thankfully for Trevor's blood pressure, Sypha can talk you down when this habit gets too much.
Alucard
Alucard feels like he's caring for a pet himself.
No offense.
Alucard loves that you're so affectionate with other living things.
Most don't bother or think of animals as beneath them.
However, he's concerned about your health.
You can't just pick up random animals and expect to remain unscathed every time.
You had your collar grabbed when you tried.
Alucard smiles whenever you get weird looks.
"That's just how she is."
You came back with a banana slug and everyone refused to be within a hundred feet of you.
You rolled your eyes at their dramatics and simply held the little thing.
Alucard stayed close.
"You realize you aren't touching anything without putting both hands in water and salt, right?"
You pouted. "It's a slug. Not a nightcreature. Geez."
Alucard doesn't heed that and will drag you kicking and screaming to a barrel.
He's found you huddling with hippos.
He wasn't taking chances.
Richter
Your habit was great for rounding up horses.
Not so much for your attention span.
Or the party's safety.
Richter loves seeing you caring for animals. But that's when the stakes are down.
Though he won't lie. He has gotten some valuable knowledge out of your fixation.
If Richter needed to fend off a wolf, he's learned humane ways to calm it down or to sedate it if necessary.
Richter has gotten lucky with a few creatures with certain animalistic traits.
Granted, they usually weren't one to one. But he's been able to find some strategy out of it nevertheless.
You were so smart yet so stupid.
No. You are not going to hug that honey badger.
Get back here!
Richter has spoken and stopped mid sentence to scold you without even turning more than what is considered sane.
Richter had to do a double take when you returned with an anteater one day.
Where did you even-?!
"This is Earl Bugsworth."
No. It's not. Stop this insanity.
Leave it to you to find a practical use for them so you didn't have to give them up, though.
Earl Bugsworth certainly trimmed the fat with pests. And you were proud. Both of your new friend and your successful scheme.
When Annette and Maria points to the ludicrous situation, Richter just ends up laughing.
He didn't want to.
But really, at this point, there wasn't any way to do anything else.
I know we all fall to temptation of stroking the puppa.
So how do you think Alucard would deal with him being in his wolf form. He meets a new reader and instead of being creeped out there is a wolf here. Reader is like “Hello. Would like some meat? You’re a handsome boy”. Attempts to stroke the wolf. Either he jump scares them by transforming suddenly or the others tell reader while reader is gently patting the wolf “that’s a person”. “You’re joking?… oh… this is awkward”?
Alucard reacting to a reader who mistakes him for an actual wolf
You blinked at the large canine in the distance.
It was a pretty looking wolf. Odd. But pretty nevertheless.
You had a soft spot for animals and you couldn't deny this one was a cutie.
Otherworldly, even.
You could hardly believe the wolf was real. But the breathing and fixed gaze was proof enough.
You smiled, ignoring the urging of others around you to come back. You noticed a bit of blood on the wolf's claws but it didn't deter you.
You figured it had been hunting and it's catch managed to escape. You read up on countless species and you could tell at a glance based on size and bone structure that this little darling was a male.
You reached into your bag for a piece of meat you purchased at the market. It was costly but you had plenty and didn't mind sharing.
You were encouraged by the wolf's shockingly docile demeanor and lack of growling. No signs of waiting to pounce you, either. He just...blinked.
You held out the slab of meat. "Hey, there. What are you doing all the way out here, big guy? Lost a meal, huh? That sucks. Go on. I don't mind. You're a very handsome boy."
The wolf blinked, seemingly unimpressed. But hey, it was better than him biting your hand off.
You laughed. Anything an animal did, you found cute. Regardless if it showed interest in you or not. The wolf not really being all that receptive didn't discourage you.
Perhaps he was too prideful to accept help from a person or didn't understand you were giving him food.
The wolf was so cute, in fact, you actively retracted and held out your hand repeatedly. A battle with yourself to not pet this wild animal.
But...He was so adorable-
"Please refrain from petting me."
You turned to stone. A voice.
A voice you had no time to react to because of how flabbergasted you were. By the time you had collected yourself, a ethereal looking man towered over you.
You couldn't speak. He blinked at you. He adjusted the sword on his hip and nonchalantly fixed his cape.
Eventually, he spoke again. "Did your parents never teach you to not approach wild beasts?"
Okay. First, the wolf spoke...now he was lecturing you.
Your brain and body simply weren't working.
The man sighed. "I suppose not. Count yourself lucky I wasn't a feral one and saw your approach as a challenge."
A few seconds more passed before you finally gained your bearings.
"You're...a person?"
"Clearly."
You gaped. You looked him over. It didn't take long for it to click who exactly you were talking to.
"Oooooh."
Alucard blinked, unimpressed. "Yes. Please be more-"
"MAN, I WISH I COULD DO THAT!"
You were suddenly bouncing around the vampire in a circle.
Apparently, you had no survival skills around blood sucking humanoids, either.
Alucard tried to tell you this but he couldn't get a word in. You were too excited. He sighed and just allowed you to ramble around him with an exasperated expression. Onlookers laughed at the ludicrous sight.
You were asking him questions about if every aspect of his autonomy and biology changed when he was a wolf or did he just get the strength of a predator.
Even if Alucard wanted to answer, you were talking too fast.
Alucard was resigned to just sitting with his head in his palm as you talked his ear off.
Unfortunately for him, Richter and Annette eventually found him and snorted into their fists at what Alucard was being subjected to.
"Not a word."
Alucard really couldn't understand why you were behaving like a child that found a rare jewel. You just...were obsessed with animals? Was the fact he was a vampire inconsequential or contributed to your excitement?
Either way, he was getting a migraine.
By some miracle, you did relax. Alucard breathed. You apologized and giggled, saying you just really liked animals. Yeah. He noticed.
Alucard knew he wasn't escaping a friendship with you, try as he might.
Alucard got used to you. He sat with you when he could and even took an interest in your research.
When you're close enough, he might even transform and lay on your lap.
You didn't miss the opportunity as your hand found his ears. "So, you are a good boy?"
He opened one eye at you. "Say that again and you'll be missing something."
hey so how do you think Alucard would deal with having a crush on a friend who is an immortal reader. He seems kind of tired and lonely sometimes. Forgets himself. They can regenerate, though aren’t reckless cuz it still hurts “like a bitch” if they get stabbed. While they can get a bit lonely sometimes, they still got a lot of life in them and at times can be silly and sassy. Still very kind. (They’ve seen both good and bad)? (Alucard is like: Life doesn’t last long. I remember them so fondly though. *he’s all meloncholy and encouraging other’s to live their lives. While he is only living*. Meanwhile his crush is like: Life doesn’t last long. I’m gonna LIVE it. You should too)?
Alucard with an immortal reader
Assuming you're a human with an infinite lifespan and immunity to mortal wounds, Alucard has certainly questioned as to why.
Forgive him for his skepticism but he has run into characters like Saint Germain and they didn't exactly inspire the benign.
Alucard thought perhaps you were involved with some magic, perhaps you made a deal, perhaps you just inexplicably stopped aging.
Whatever the case, it initially gave him pause.
Though he made no comment on it, seeing as how you clearly didn't take your gift for granted.
You were surprisingly humble and didn't trample on others. Lacking a superiority complex was obscenely rare in the world of long living creatures. It was a breath of fresh air.
Now you know he'll make sure it stays that way, right? You may be more self aware than others but Alucard knows your perspective can be inherently skewed at times due to death never being a threat.
Speaks from experience. He's a wise man.
He'll be the first to scold you if you subconsciously do something in regards to a mortal that's less than considerate, even if it was unintentional.
He appreciates you avoiding needless injuries. Alucard even smiles to himself at your reasoning. Yes, free from death but not from pain. He imagines deep wounds without being able to die is rather unpleasant.
You don't know how many people Alucard ran into that didn't even acknowledge that and went along merrily until it bit them in the ass. Sometimes literally.
Alucard is a rather serious person so obviously he'd be beside himself watching you be so goofy.
It wasn't the Trevor sort of goofiness where you deliberately got a rise out of people. It was more playful and sincere.
Oh. You certainly goated Alucard. But he knew you were merely trying to get him to laugh.
Good luck.
Sometimes it feels like he's not just to spite you.
You've pulled his cheeks out of irritation countless times.
You're lucky Alucard likes you.
He may be a good person but you seem to conveniently forget the man has fangs.
Of course, Alucard would never use them.
Maybe.
Perhaps he may slightly nip at you just to see you hiss and jolt backwards. It was like being nibbled by a cat. It stings but worst case is a little dot on your finger.
Alucard wouldn't actually be annoyed if he did decide to give you a little startle like this. He's just smug.
As much as it appears like Alucard is made of stone, he'll for sure drop a smile or two every once in awhile.
Especially if you are always being a mischievous little gremlin.
Alucard is never really mean to you.
Though one of the rare times he's laughed is when you caught fire. Which you didn't exactly appreciate.
You had turned away from him with a huff and arms folded when the flames died and you sat down. Clearly, talking was banned for him practically relishing in your misfortune.
Even when Alucard sat beside you and tended to your arm in order to assist speeding up your regeneration, you refused to look him in the eye. Puffed cheeks and all.
"You're behaving like a child."
No response. You weren't going justify being upset over horrible burns and being laughed at for it.
"And here I thought flames were 'beneath you'. Or, pardon me, was that a dance?"
You can hear the smile in his voice and the only reason you didn't slap him was the pain you were swallowing.
"Poor thing."
You bristled. You didn't need his condescension right now-
Alucard's hands were gentler the more they moved across your arm. Even if you couldn't see it, he was laser focused on the wounds you sustained. His golden eyes glittered with worry and remorse. Though his smile never faltered.
"As...interesting as that performance was, the aftermath isn't so amusing. Your skin may heal but I'm sure you would have preferred to avoid this sort of agony. The lack of awareness was my blunder. You're free to hit me if I'm so negligent again."
You didn't know how to react.
Alucard paused, hand on your shoulder, as if thinking. He got a bit closer. Too close.
You still were too prideful to look at him.
"You aren't holding a single weapon until those burns fully disintegrate." Alucard gently commands. His tone indicated he didn't care how fast it would.
"Rest well. I don't want to see you scream like that again. Understood?"
You didn't have the time to even think of protesting. You felt a pair of lips on your temple and a swift wind from a cape.
You thought of calling for Alucard again, seeing as how you were on fire once more inexplicably.
Until you realized you would only receive further mockery. Since this "fire" was exclusively coming from your face.
Guess these burns were ones you'd have to endure on your own.
It clicked after that. Alucard had feelings for you.
You began noticing more subtle cues in his behavior. He went on like nothing happened.
But there was no way he could just kiss you like that and expect to not raise eyebrows.
You were good friends, sure. But Alucard never did anything like that. You didn't have the sort of friendship where platonic physical affection was the norm.
All hugs were initiated by you.
Even then, Alucard mostly just let you cling off his back like a baby possum while continuing to walk ahead.
He wasn't made of ice but he wasn't a cuddly puppy, either.
You narrowed your eyes at him more often than not now.
You could tell the staring got to Alucard. He even resorted to putting a potato sack over your head.
"Alucard-"
"You looked cold."
You didn't relent. In fact, you got a bit bold. You leaned back into Alucard's chest one night and rested there, just to see what he'd do.
You half expected a "Really?" look or stoic silence or even a reminder you had a bed. Nothing too extreme but certainly not anything close to amusement.
But Alucard surprised you. He just sort of...froze?
He tensed up and leaned a bit away. Well, you expected he'd shy away.
What you didn't expect was for the great Alucard to tremble. And avoid your gaze when you blinked up at him with confusion, clenching his teeth to avoid making noise and the rosy pigment on his pale complexion.
You could hear his heart through his chest. Oh.
Alucard breathed sharply to collect himself.
"You have a-"
"Too late, tomato man."
Yeah. There was no way he was salvaging his usual stoicism after that reaction.
Alucard sighed knowingly. "You still can retire without me. Must you come into my personal space?"
You scoffed. He was so full of it.
"As if it's the first time."
"Yes, well, you've never done...this."
"You never kissed me before."
There it was.
Alucard paused.
Then he facepalmed. "Is that what this is about? Honestly, you...I apologize. You were in pain."
Why was he sorry exactly? You thought he was making excuses but his tone was sincere.
You looked down. "If you want me to get up, I will. But you've been pushing away lately. It's scaring me."
Alucard softened at that. He gave another pause before lowering you back down.
"You could stand to ask."
"Sorry." You folded under his hold and closed your eyes.
It took you ages to figure out why Alucard was even infatuated with you.
All you did was get on his nerves and tried to force a laugh out of him.
Or lecture him when he just sat around and willingly isolated himself.
You respected his space but nevertheless glued yourself to his side when you noticed he'd gone too long without company.
You used your immortality to enjoy life. What was the point of it if you were indistinguishable from a walking corpse?You met people and bonded with them. Even if it tore out your heart every time they inevitably died. You carried memories. That's what mattered.
You ranted about this to Alucard more times than you could count. You even had to stop yourself when you noticed you were about to let it slip again.
Alucard must be long passed tired of your boundless optimism. He's been through a lot and he had reasons to be a bit withdrawn.
You knew that. Even if you meant well, the guilt of being pushy lingered.
You knew you'd be annoyed if you were in Alucard's position.
Yet, when you brought it up in order to question why he fell for you to begin with, his response stunned you.
"That's the best part." Alucard flashed a tender smile.
He walked off without elaborating.
Typical.
Ahhh hi!! I requested the Olrox & queer best friend HCs, and I loved them!! If you're up for it, would you mind doing a modern day Olrox & Roommate as best friends? As a gay woman, I adore this man, but very much in the 'if I had to, I would choose this man for my lavender marriage'
I also love the whole lavender marriage thing, but I respect the commitment to gender neutrality <3 I really enjoy your page!!
Olrox being in a lavender marriage with his Best friend!Fem!Reader in the Modern Era
I don't know much about lavender marriages outside of a basic definition so please forgive and feel free to correct any mistakes.
This is more than likely something you two thought about for ages.
Both of you have seen queer history in real time from so many angles and have fallen in and out of love with your respective partners along the way.
The most consistent thing with either of you was each other.
Even if you separated temporarily for a variety of reasons, you always found one another again.
Spotting Olrox always gave you a sense of security and normalcy. Regardless of how crazy things got. Seeing your best friend put you at ease.
Now Olrox is a very pragmatic individual. He doesn't pick fights where he doesn't need to. Still, that won't change the fact both humans and vampires alike have crippling pride that causes them endless conflict.
You both have seen and participated in your fairshare of bloodshed and shifts in politics.
Through it all, Olrox has been concerned with your well-being.
He doesn't really say it explicitly but you can tell that any unwanted attention you get from men, the pressures of childbearing, demeaning of your strength or competence, and of course- your preference for women being a constant regardless of how much it lessens overtime- gnaws at him.
You've caught the subtle shift in his eyes when anyone gives you a hard time more than you can possibly hope to count. Whether or not they end up dead varies.
Most wouldn't catch it as Olrox tends to express a quiet confidence in your sharp tongue and experience with combat but he worries about you all the time.
The world is not kind to women, much less queer women, and he does not want to condescend but he knows he can't fully leave your side or relax either.
You have similar concerns about him. Being a queer man of color has kept its challenges regardless of how much being a vampire minimizes it.
Sure he could behead or drain the blood of some rich asshole who gets too sure of their ability to look down on or attack Olrox.
But that won't account for all the times Olrox has just wanted to scream at the top of his lungs.
Your beloved is a composed and proud man and doesn't want to give anyone the satisfaction of being the one to get under his skin. But even he requires your massages, soft whispers, hand kisses, and pillows to cry into.
When you weren't fighting off Belmonts and slicing other vampires that were on an opposing side, you were giving each and every homophobe or racist an earful or uh...giving an ex of his a mysterious trip somewhere.
More than that, Olrox felt he always had someone to come back to.
Someone who he can relay old stories to, spend lazy days in bed with, wear ludicrous garments with just to get a smile, or someone to say "yes, mom" to when reminded to feed every now and again.
It was more reassuring than any romance he found no matter how much he treasured his partners. It was you. You. That he saw. Every time.
You felt the same. You had your girlfriends, your friends, acquaintances. But none of them were your beloved Olrox.
It was unfair, you supposed. Both of you had centuries of bonding. Even if you met vampires of similar age, you two just had something that couldn't quite match your life long best friend.
It was around the 20th-21st century when Olrox had been shopping around. Just a day of getting new jewelry. He stumbled upon a ring that reminded him so much of you. Better yet, it was a pair.
Olrox purchased it but didn't quite do anything with it yet.
He came home to you and you were sitting in your pj's, just watching TV. You beckoned him over enthusiastically and he gave a lopsided grin before complying.
You went on about how cool it was you found places where older cartoons haven't faded into obscurity. You rambled about My Life As A Teenage Robot and how cool the aesthetic and art direction was.
Olrox simply leaned back and listened. He laughed as you sprawled yourself over his person the second you were done.
Of course, now he was trapped and coerced into a rabbit hole of seeing a variety of things he'll never hear the end of.
This carried on with cuddles and Olrox making dinner while you took care of laundry. It's been at least a week since Olrox's purchase and he'd finally steeled himself.
You were taken to your favorite all hour hangout spot. Or sat down for a meal with just the two of you at home.
You had a feeling Olrox was planning something but the crafty bastard kept his lips sealed.
After some fun, chatter and Olrox treating you, he popped the question.
You blinked.
"Huh?"
Olrox smirked. "Papers. Rings. Do the math, love."
"You're...really asking?"
Olrox shrugs, his smirk never leaving as his chin rested in his palm. "You can say no. I really won't care. We're already stuck together either way."
"Hey. I'm a perfectly pleasant glue."
Olrox chuckles. "That you are. And you needn't concern yourself. I spent too much money on these rings just to return them. You are more than welcome to keep it."
You smile tenderly at that. "You know it's funny..."
"What is?"
You facepalmed, laughing and lifting a small box.
Olrox blinked. "You didn't..."
"I did..."
"In this economy? You mad woman." Olrox gaped.
You burst into laughter. "Hey. We have centuries of savings and are constantly updating our bank account. Lay off."
"Fuck's sake. You are lucky you took up a successful career." Olrox sighs. Though he was clearly more amused than anything. "So? Yes?"
You shrug with a smile. "Yes."
"What will we do with two sets of rings?" Olrox blinked.
"Alternate?"
"Deal."
Based on your preferences, you two either eloped or threw a wedding with your own chosen theme. Either way, it felt right. You had fun.
No kisses outside of you giving Olrox a big smooch on the cheek in a photo as you embraced.
I'm calling you two being confused as hell with each bit of modern technology every time it happened. You both are so old and give off retired grandparents energy. Smartphones were a nightmare.
"Why must these images move so incessantly?"
A much younger person would have to step to explain the full history of the touchscreen. Pity them. You two were hopeless for ages.
Olrox will openly call you his wife with his whole chest.
"My intelligent, beautiful wife-"
"Wait, your wife?"
"-Yes. Don't interrupt. Anyway..."
Olrox is a shit stirrer and loves confusing the hell out of people. You two still do matching outfits and piggybacks. You have all the energy of newlyweds no matter how long it's been, without the romance.
"We just took a vacation in the Caribbean and the moon was full, we watched the stars, had drinks. It was lovely."
"But you aren't a couple??"
Olrox smirks. "Yes."
"But...you're married."
"Yes."
"Olrox. Stop breaking straight people's brains."
"Never."
Naturally, if you choose to have relationships with others, it's entirely up to you. You don't even really have to tell Olrox you're interested in someone. It's not really his business. He's open to hear you gush, though.
And if you simply aren't ready or are still in the closet, there's always your home you can come to. Especially if things aren't safe for however long.
Regardless, you are happy and warm with your lavender husband with his wardrobe of pj's living up to his namesake and silly dragon slippers.
A hug and some warm blood in the kitchen isn't too far behind.
Hello!! I hope you're doing well! 🥰 i love love Love the 'man of steel with a soft spot' trope, so could you please write something about the reader, trying to make Trevor & Alucard fall in love woth a puppy they "didn't want"?
Alucard
Alucard has seen animals, yes. But aside from catching some for meals, he hasn't exactly been around them. Let alone for long periods of time.
Alucard hasn't really considered it. He lives for a very long time while other creatures...simply don't. He doesn't really see the point in confiding in a animal companion, only for it to expire a few years down the line. Or sooner if it falls ill or is caught by another.
Alucard isn't opposed to them on a fundamental level. In fact, he finds a lot of them to be quite charming.
And sword to his head, he would pat a deer every now and again on a stroll, if the sweet thing was brave enough to let him.
He's had a couple encounters with wolves as well. Alucard admired those from afar. As regal and even cute as the canines appeared, they were wild beasts. And he knew better than to hold a baby or two. Wild animals can get aggressive with their young if they smelled a foreign scent on them and he didn't want to be the reason an offspring had its life cut short merely because he couldn't contain himself.
Alucard's attitude with animals is "Let them approach if they wish, leave well enough alone if they are just existing".
Imagine his surprise when you return one winter with a gray pup in your arms.
Alucard frowned. You were covered in snow. Out of breath. He knew that you hadn't merely scooped the fury creature from somewhere. He started to say your name, rather sternly.
"It was starving out in the cold. Wounded. The poor thing couldn't get free-"
"And what do you think will come of it even if it finds its way back to its pack after you've come into contact?"
There was a lot of back and forth but the pup's pitiful whimpers made Alucard deflate.
He wasn't heartless. He had tools to nurse the little wolf back to health, so he would.
Alucard insisted that the pup would be released the moment it was healthy enough to fend for itself.
Over the course of the treatment, Alucard gave the pup several pats on the head and you've lost count on how many times you caught him walking around with it cradled in his arms under a blanket or scolding it for being dramatic when he was giving it medicine.
Several baths with the pup Alucard insisted on doing himself, too.
Once it was healthy enough to walk around on its own, it was following him. Alucard couldn't go two steps without the pup being attached to his shadow.
At first he tried to discipline it with boundaries, resulting in it whining and putting its head in your lap for comfort when it got the cold shoulder again. You always cooed and gave it tons of love to compensate. With jabs at Alucard, of course.
"You're spoiling them. They aren't a permanent resident."
He says as he prepares the pup some food.
Soon you are waking to catching Alucard outside in the snow and training the pup. Alucard inevitably finds himself on his back and fending off licks from the canine's excitement.
He stops the moment he realized you were watching with a smirk and crossed arms.
"This changes nothing."
"Mmm-hmm."
You call the pup over for its bath time. It rushed to you immediately. Alucard frowned.
"What did I say about naming it-"
You ignore him and scoop the pup up with a turn. "Says the grown man covered in wolf saliva. Either join me or I get alone time with our new friend, no ethereal blonds invited."
Alucard cursed. But the way he scurried to his feet told you all needed to know.
Trevor
Stubborn as a boulder, this one.
When you brought along a little beagle, Trevor was the first to scowl. He was the first to point out that you didn't have time to look after it and it being around you would just put the pup in danger.
You didn't heed his warning and just held it up to emphasize its cute face.
Yeah, like that was going to sway him.
Trevor doesn't stop you but he insisted you were the one tasked with making sure it didn't get eaten alive.
You were vigilant. Nothing, not man, beast, or nightcreature was touching your little baby while you were around.
The little one was so chipper because of your relentless dedication and protection. Not a worry in the world. It played around your feet, gladly took treats and sat still when you bathed it.
You were its primary caregiver and had already given the sweet darling a name. It stayed that way.
At least, you expected it to. That was until Trevor stepped in to kill a nightcreature when it was a hair away from devouring your pup.
Thankfully, there wasn't a single scratch on it. But it was a close call.
The little beagle barked with gratitude and circled around Trevor's leg. Trevor brushed it off and kept walking, ignoring its pursuit.
You expected it to be a fluke. Something that happened because you were too far to do anything at the time.
But then Trevor got weirdly critical of your caregiving out of nowhere. He started nitpicking everything.
Nitpicking turned into Trevor taking over when you were too tired. He did it all with his usual frown and biting sarcasm but you noticed the shift.
He kept insisting he wasn't attached. While he let the pup jump on his back, while he had the pup ride on his head, while they played fetch, while he cleaned up after it or scolded it for being reckless, while he napped with it as an apology.
Yeah. Definitely not attached.
You just sat back and let it happen. You were beyond amused.
Trevor argued to death that he wasn't emotionally involved and you were the sole owner.
You smirked. "Okay, baby? Whose your other parent?"
The little beagle barked happily and walked over to Trevor, nudging his leg.
Your shit eating grin couldn't get wider.
Trevor huffed and turned away from you. "Well, you can teach a dog just about bloody anything. Dirty trickster."
Oh, the denial.