#vhd x reader

[sorceress-of-stories]

Alucard x f!Reader x VHD || Dark Fantasy AU

Summary: In a world where vampiric royals rule and fight for dominion over humankind, you were the Grand Duchess of Gresit, fighting every day for the safety and prosperity of your people. But as the wheel of fates turn and beckon you into the enshrouded dangers of vampiric high society, you have no choice but to abide - no matter the cost. Be it your happiness, or your life.

Trigger Warnings: blood/gore/violence, explicit language, arranged marriages, polyamory, adrian(alucard) and daivian(d) are half-brothers, explicit sexual content, virginity/concept of virginity loss, blood drinking, f!masturbation, m!masturbation, f!oral recieving, m!oral recieving, vaginal sex, anal sex, threesomes, period sex, sex + blood drinking, discussions of "heirs" - no pregnancy, and more. I will tag as I go. Viewer discretion advised - MDNI

A/N: Well, well, well. Lookie here. Am I back? Yes! Did I start a brand new fic series despite not finishing the other new ones I started? Also yes! 🤭 LMAO

Anyways, I am so excited to begin sharing this story with you all. This fic is dedicated to my friend @erusanya who introduced me to VHD Bloodlust a few weeks ago and needless to say, I am obssessed. Girl, without you, this fic would not exist. You have helped me so much over these last few weeks with all of the planning and brainstorming and I don't have the words to tell you how much it means to me. You inspire me to be the best writer and storyteller I can possibly be. MUAH 🥬🫂🫶🏼

I hope you all enjoy 🙏💕🌿

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March, 7th era of Morningstar

IN THE BLUSHING LIGHT OF BREAKING DAWN, the province began to rouse itself from deep and restorative slumber. The sapphire waters of the port that opened up into the Wide Sea had already begun to fill with ships just as the forum began to bustle to life with the arrival of merchants and prospective customers. You could see the slow crawl of daily life beginning to take shape from the hill upon which you stood, overlooking the large valley that the province of Gresit was nestled in.

It had been more than twenty years since the near and total destruction of the province, the fateful night where the mysterious blood moon filled the sky and rogue vampires descended from the surrounding forests and slaughtered all who they laid eyes upon. You were barely out of toddlerhood then, borne to the noble family, yet orphaned soon after your arrival into the world. Your parents, who were the Grand Duke and Duchess, had been two of countless lives that had perished that night. Had it not been for their trusted and dearest friend, one Ser Juste of the Knights of the Hold, who vowed to protect you until his dying breath and hid you away with his grandson Trevor and his dear friend Sypha, you would have all met the same cruel, bloody fate. Though it had taken nearly a decade for the province to begin rebuilding from the bloodied ashes of the fallen, you could not be prouder of the resilience of your people and their desire to begin anew, no matter how long it took for them to rebuild their greatness.

When the first of the many ships sailing from across the continents finally arrived in port, you began the journey from the mountain top to return to your ancestral estate. You had woken in the hour before first light, your heart and soul craving fresh air to fill your lungs and for your body to connect with the awaking thrum of spring. For nearly three days you had been plagued with restless sleep, your mind constantly whirling with all the tasks and responsibilities you had to complete as the arrival of spring drew closer and closer. It was the busiest time of year for the province as preparations for farming, building, fishing, and hunting season were promptly underway. While most of your people and inner council were busy tending to the tasks in the great outdoors, you were sequestered to your study to balance the ledgers and ensure that every citizen was paid more than their fair dues, along with cataloging every single shipment that came in or out of the province.

You silently began the descent down the winding path towards your home, the sweet melody of birdsong and the buzzing of insects floating on the gentle whisper of wind, bringing with it the scent of fresh wildflowers blooming in the surrounding landscape beyond. You walked in an unhurried stride, your bare feet kissing the cool grass beneath, your slippers held securely in your nondominant hand. With your other you clutched your cotton skirts just above your heel, taking care as to not break any flower-head blossoms with the weight of your hem.

"Grand rising, your Grace!"

You peered up, a gentle smile forming on your face as you took in the two young warriors who began to make their way to you as they crossed the familiar iron gates of the estate. The young woman, whose dark skin glowed against the gold and white blouse she wore smiled widely as your eyes met the deep brown of her own. The young man beside her, whose blue gaze brightened when he recognized you, was dressed a similar fashion, but in pale blue.

"Grand rising, Annette, Richter. Are you off on patrol?"

Annette nodded, the movement causing the golden beads woven into her dark locs to gleam in the brightening light of the rising sun. "We are, yes."

"Were you out for your morning stroll, your Grace?" Richter questioned curiously, eyeing the slippers in your hand.

"I was," you hummed in confirmation, gracefully bending to place your shoes upon the ground and slip back into them, "it is a beautiful day for a stroll, after all. Tell me, how goes the construction of your new abode? I trust that if either of you need anything, you will let me know."

"It is coming along swimmingly, your Grace." Richter beamed.

"We anticipate its completion before the arrival of summer." Annette continued, her own brilliant smile gracing her beautiful face.

You hummed in genuine excitement. "I am glad to hear it! We shall host a welcome-home ceremony for you both once you are ready to receive guests."

Their expressions brightened even more as they voiced their own excitement at the prospect before bowing and bidding you farewell. You called out after them, wishing them both a safe return before continuing on your path once more. Upon your arrival back in the estate, the footmen and other servants welcomed you back as you crossed the threshold into the foyer. At once your eyes settled on your head forewoman who stood waiting patiently, her brown hair falling over her left shoulder, accenting the olive and brown blonde and trousers she wore.

"Grand rising, your Grace."

"Grand rising, Greta," you inclined your chin, your smile broadening, "would you like to join me at breakfast? I wish to hear about the progress on the aqueduct project."

"That would be lovely, your Grace. I'm starved."

You looped your arm through her own as made your way to the dining room, your slippers lightly clicking against the wooden floorboards as you went. Upon reaching the dining room you beckoned for Greta to sit and begin to fill her plate with the freshly baked goods upon the table as you served her a steaming cup of tea. Over the clinking of silverware, you talked about every detail of the most pressing projects and feature endeavors you wished to fund. When every official matter had been settled to the best of your ability, the flow of conversation changed into that of more enjoyable nature.

"The woodworkers have started to build the pyre for the equinox bonfire," she stated when you had gotten up to serve her a glass of wine upon completion of your meals, "and the children are busy as bees finishing the decorations. They can hardly contain their excitement."

You laughed gently and sat back down in your chair and sipped from your own glass. "Imagine their surprise when we present the cake this year. Gods, I can't wait to see all their happy faces. I-"

"Apologies for the interruption, your Grace, but it is most urgent."

You peered up immediately to meet the wild gaze of one of your valets, Briar, whose brown eyes were wide with trepidation. Your smile fell as you stood, carefully settling the glass of wine upon the table as you did so. "All is well, Briar. What is it?"

The elder man's face paled even more as he wavered slightly before shakily extending what he held in his white-gloved hand. A flash of crimson revealed an envelope, its edges embellished with fine, black bordering. Your eyebrows furrowed before you carefully reached out to take it, your heart lurching the moment your eyes settled upon the black and red-flecked wax of the royal seal.

Your eyes sharply snapped up to meet the ashen face of the valet. "When was this delivered?"

"Just now, your Grace."

"By whom? A courier from Targoviste?"

"Not exactly, your Grace."

"What is it?" Greta stood from the table, the slight screeching of the chair against the wooden floorboards grating to your fraying nerves.

You shook your head, unable to answer her. "Briair, who delivered the parcel?"

He shifted uneasily on his feet. "A courier from the Grand Palace, your Grace."

You froze, the envelope in your hand suddenly feeling as if it was as heavy as iron. "From the palace? Are they still here? You must inform them-"

"I cannot, your Grace. They have already departed."

You took a half-step backward, attempting to keep your breathing as even as possible. With an overly controlled inhale you turned your back towards him and crossed the distance to where an unused dining knife sat at the edge of the table. Carefully you placed the sharpest edge along the parcel's seams so that it could part the wax without damaging the parchment. It gave away easily, and with a shaky breath, you began to read.

Grand Duchess of Gresit,

You are hereby summoned the Grand Palace to attend this year's Spring Equinox Ball. All are instructed to arrive within the fortnight for a week of celebration. We are most eager to finally make your acquaintance.

Yours truly,

The Great Sovereigns of the Kingdom of Wallachia, High King Dracula and High Queen Lisa

You stared at the neat scrawl, a disorienting wash of disbelief and confusion flooding over you like a tidal wave. The floor itself felt like it had given out beneath your feet, the sensation causing your heart to free-fall painfully into your stomach.

"Duchess?"

You blinked before meeting the worried expressions of your staff, and with every ounce of your self-control, you feigned a reassuring smile. "Briar, would you be so kind to inform Sypha and Trevor that they are needed in my study? Please tell them it is a matter of great import."

The valet bowed immediately. "At once, your Grace."

You kept the smile painted on your lips as he turned and left before facing Greta. "My sincerest apologies, my friend. I must depart and attend to other matters. Please feel at liberty to finish and graze as much as you'd like before returning to your duties."

The brown-eyed woman tilted her head, a grateful smile gracing her face. "That is kind of you, your Grace. But as your responsibilities beckon, so do mine. I shall see you this evening at dinner."

Your smile tightened. "Yes, of course. Good day, my friend."

You did not allow yourself to take a single breath until her footsteps faded away completely. When you were sure no other soul was around, your hands found the nearest sill of the wall of windows, your forehead pressing against the semi-cool glass.

"Calm down, breathe," you rasped quietly, closing your eyes tightly as your vision begin to swim, your chest continuing to rise and fall in rapid succession. "Get ahold of yourself."

You forced another round of deep breaths before the violent stuttering of your heart gave way to a gentler pulse. When your mind and breath returned to center, you pushed yourself from the window and immediately headed in the direction of your study. It was less than a moment after you stepped across the threshold did a soft knock on the doorframe steal your attention from gazing dazedly at the crimson parchment held tightly in your grasp.

"Your Grace?" Sypha's voice pulled you from your thoughts as she and Trevor entered, closing the wooden door quietly behind them, their faces contorted with intrigue. "You wished to see us?"

You finally managed to tear your eyes from the envelope before settling onto their radiant figures. Not only were Sypha Belnades and Trevor Belmont your nearest and dearest friends, but they were your most trusted advisors. Sypha, who belonged to the renown clan of the Coderii Speakers, the finest scholars in all the continent, who acted as your voice of reason. She was clad in a sky-blue gown; the hem embroidered with the silver lacing in the traditional style of her people. Trevor, a warrior and descendent of the Knights of the Hold, acted as your personal guard, but more so, ensured that the province was protected from brigands, thieves, and vampires alike. Ever the practical man, he donned his usual black and grey outfit that allowed for unrestricted movement, his sword and whip secured at his side.

They had both stood by you in the wake of your family's destruction and in the aftermath where the title of Grand Duchess was thrust upon you, as were all the expectations and responsibilities that came with the name. But with them by your side, you did not flounder, and instead, with their support and guidance, you were able to support the people of Gresit and give them a hope for a new dawn.

"Yes." you steadied yourself against the edge of the desk as they crossed the distance between you.

"You look as if you have seen a ghost." Trevor observed as he rolled his shoulders and sat against the plush velvet chair, eyebrows raised in question. "What is it? Did someone die? Or have the shipments from Sedoc been delayed?"

You took a single steadying breath before holding the letter up just enough for the royal seal to be revealed. "I have received a letter from the Grand Palace. It is signed by the High King and Queen."

A sharp, deafening silence descended upon the room.

"W-What?" Sypha whispered with wide eyes, her gaze falling onto the parchment and broken seal.

"What the bloody hell could they want?" Trevor scoffed, eyebrows furrowing. "The last time we received a letter from the capital, it was a declaration of war with Dilezan and Barbarois."

You dipped your chin. "It is a formal summons to the Spring Equinox Ball."

"A what?" the warrior startled, leaning forward on his knees, his face pinched with violent confusion. You wordlessly extended the parchment in his direction, your eyes finding Sypha the moment Trevor took it from your grasp. Her turquoise gaze was still wide, but swirling within their depths was the thoughtful calculations of a cunning diplomat, no doubt attempting to deign the true nature of the unexpected show of diplomacy.

"After all this time, why now? What do you think it means?" Sypha questioned as she began to read over the neat scrawl of writing after Trevor leaned over and handed it to her.

"Nothing good." he grumbled with a curse before crossing his arms over his chest and met your eyes, the movements causing his leather armor to strain against his broad chest. "How long has it been since our people were extended an invitation to the Grand Palace? Nearly two centuries, if not more. And now, suddenly by the grace of the gods we are commanded to attend an event solely meant for vampiric high society? Hosted by none other than Vlad bloody Tepes - the king of killing people - and his fanged family. That is an obvious trap that leads to a brutal, torturous death if I've ever heard of one."

"High Queen Lisa is human, Trevor." Sypha corrected with a pointed look. "Or have you forgotten?"

He scoffed before shaking his head. "Oh, right. As if that makes a bloody difference and a half. The foreign human princess sold off by her own kingdom in attempt to tame the most murderous man in the world in exchange for what was it again? 'A pursuit of a world of co-existence?' And look where that failed experiment has led to. Need I remind you both, our High King ended centuries of peace between the continents and has only furthered and strengthened the war efforts for his kingdom of bloodsuckers. The same King of Kings who has all but left us here to starve and fend for ourselves for nearly twenty years after a slaughter his kind are guilty of."

For a moment you said nothing, your frown deepening as you watched him intently. It wasn't until he took a deep breath and rubbed a calloused hand down his face did you begin to reply. "I am well aware of the histories, Belmont. But answer me this, do you truly believe we have the liberty to decline?"

He made an indignant sound at the back of his throat. "If the choice is between willingly walking into a trap to be ripped apart by bloodthirsty monsters or stay here and protect our people, I will always choose the latter."

You hummed, the sound barely audible before you turned. "And you? What are you thinking, Sypha?"

She sat up in her chair, the glittering grey of her dress glinting like starlight in the pale rays of morning sun that filtered in from the wall of windows behind you.

"It is unsettling, to be sure." she began carefully, briefly glancing at the Belmont warrior before meeting your eyes again. "But as you said, I do not believe we have a choice. There is no telling what repercussions and punishments the people of Gresit would face if we do not attend. There have been villages razed to the ground for less."

"If the province was to be attacked, we would take a stand and defend it." Trevor caught her eyes before peering back at you. "We would fight for you and every person under our care until the end."

You did not speak as you pushed off the edge of the desk and rounded it once more, your eyes now settling onto the windows and taking in the rolling hills, teeming forests, and the distant glittering of the small seaport and town square beyond. You could feel both of their eyes on you, the weight of their stares nearly as evident as the pressure of the corset pressing against your ribs.

"I understand your concern, Trevor," you finally began evenly before turning to face him, "but I must posit you this question. As you said before, it has been more than two hundred years since we have been invited to court, nearly two hundred years since Gresit was left to the wayside. Wallachia has seen the rise and fall of countless kings, and yet, none harbored the same ferocity as the current King. Given the precedence this sets for both sides, do you truly believe King Dracula would allow the only human-led province to so blatantly show such disrespect as to ignore the first invitation sent and received in two centuries?"

You crossed the remaining distance between you and the circle of chairs before you sat in the last one, your movements precise and graceful. The Belmont warrior's shoulders fell as his eyes widened, a pained expression beginning to flicker across his scarred face.

"While we have been able to keep our home safe against stray vampire bands and human raiders, we have absolutely no chance of victory should we choose to stand against the might of the King's army. He would sweep across this land and kill everyone. I will not condemn our people to suffer those consequences just because we now face the unknown."

For a long, long moment no one said anything as the truth and gravity of your words stretched between you. After what felt like eternity, Trevor quietly sighed before slowly shaking his head and stood. With near-silent movement he made his way to the table on the opposite side of the study where the crystal decanter of port sat glittering upon a golden tray. Wordlessly he wrapped his hands around it and poured three equal glasses before he turned and carefully pressed one into Sypha's hands and then your own.

"Can we at least be in agreement it is a royally shitty choice one way or the other?" he muttered before turning to reclaim his own glass and settle onto the plush chair once more.

You did not reply immediately as you took a ginger sip from your glass, relishing in the burn of amber liquid down your throat. "Unfortunately for us, Belmont, our lives are filled with nothing but impossible and shitty choices. It is up to us to ensure we do all that we can to make the right ones, no matter how painful. I know what I am asking of you both is daunting. We will have a nearly insurmountable disadvantage once we leave the province and enter the royal palace. Vampiric courtly politics have been a veiled mystery for centuries, as are most of their histories, customs, and laws. I understand if you do not wish to accompany-"

"We are with you." Sypha vowed with a small nod of her head, her voice so sweet with sincerity it made your heart ache. "Always and forever."

Trevor exhaled before finally nodding his head as well, eyes meeting your own, their heavy depths softening with a humorous gleam. "Of course we're coming with you. It's not as if we can allow you to get killed at your first royal ball, can we? That would be a poor showing of our talents as your advisors."

A small smile tugged at your lips as a wash of relief flooded your being. "Thank you both, truly."

"Don't thank us just yet, your Grace." Trevor grunted before he downed the remaining contents of his glass and settled it onto the round wooden table between you. "Wouldn't want to jinx our shit-stained odds even more."

"Well then, if we are all in agreement," you slowly stood and began to make your way back towards your desk, "let us begin making the necessary preparations. I shall announce our plans to the council tonight at dinner. We depart within the week."

That very evening in the dining hall, your closest friends and advisors gathered around the table, feasting merrily on the rich course of meat, seasoned vegetables, and freshly baked bread. You sat at the head of the table, flanked on either side by Sypha and Trevor, Juste and Richter beside him, Greta and Annette beside her.

They all conversed while you sat silently, your eyes fixated on your plate, your hand absentmindedly swirling your glass of wine. Despite your best efforts to listen intently on their conversation, you could barely keep your head above the murky depths of your muddled thoughts.

"You've been awfully quiet this evening, your Grace." Juste drawled, clearing his throat when your eyes slowly rose to meet is own. "Something the matter?"

The dining hall fell quiet as they all regarded you. You briefly glanced to Sypha and Trevor before acquiescing. "I received a letter from the Grand Palace. It is a summons to this year's equinox ball and celebrations, signed by the King and Queen. I mean to attend."

A mix of surprised gasps and curses echoed out, followed closely by the loud clattering of cutlery clashing against porcelain.

"What!?" Richter huffed. "You can't be serious. You cannot go!"

You peered at him evenly. "I must."

"Richter is right, you cannot go there. It isn't safe. We have all heard the stories about how they treat humans, let alone those they are not fond of." Annette shook her head, the movement causing the golden beads of her locs to gleam in the nearby candlelight. "And they are not fond of us."

"Fond of? They don't even know us!" Richter denied with a scoff. "It is obviously a trap to kill you or worse." his eyes flashed over to Trevor. "Tell her, Uncle!"

"You think I haven't tried?" the older Belmont snorted before downing the contents of his wine and filling his glass anew. "Believe me, I tried."

You stood from the table, making sure that every single one of their eyes was on you. "I did not tell you this news for you to attempt to sway me and my decision. My mind is made up, and I choose the course that will allow me to do my duty and keep you all safe."

"Allow us to come with you, at least." Juste replied evenly, only for his frown to deepen when you shook your head to deny him.

"No, I need you all protecting the province and town while I am gone. Sypha and Trevor will accompany me, but I need you here. I need you carrying on with your duties to the people."

No one said anything for a long moment before Greta slowly raised her glass in your direction. "We will do our best, your Grace. Just as you must do yours to come back to us, safe and sound."

Warmth began to bloom in your chest as each and every one of them slowly raised their glasses. You swallowed before reaching for your own and mirroring their actions. "I promise, I will do whatever it takes to come back to you all. I swear it."

The day of your departure was upon you within the blink of an eye. Your house staff had taken care of every necessary preparation, ensuring that you had ease of mind once the day was upon you. In the lavender and blush pink light of dawn, you said your heartfelt goodbyes and well wishes. Before you knew it, you and your advisors stepped into the carriage and began the day-long journey towards Targoviste.

For many hours you rode in silence as the coach jostled down the winding road in the direction of the capital city, your eyes never straying from the passing landscape. The dark green sea of forest stretched for as far as the eye could see, the air sweet with the nearing arrival of spring. You sat opposite of Sypha and Trevor, the former attentively reading a book, the latter leaning back with his eyes closed, arms crossed over his chest. Your own hands sat tightly laced together in your lap, the thumb of your dominant hand gently rubbing back and forth over the top of the other, your skin strained tightly over the knuckles. With each rotation, the bracelets and bangles upon your wrists twinkled lightly against one another and the detailed embroidery of your skirts, the gentle sound accompanied by the melody of birdsong that floated from the treetops overhead. Despite the natural beauty and splendor of the land around you and the warmth of the sun kissing your skin through the window, you could not rid the sharp, icy tendril of dread that began to take root and fester inside of you.

Every single doubt you ever had for your ability to lead your people, your ability to protect them and ensure their well-being, rose up from the deepest depths of your hidden self and drowned you in a suffocating wave of unease. You had done everything in your power over the last twenty years to ensure that your people would heal, grow, and prosper after Gresit's near destruction all those years ago. And by the gods, your efforts and sacrifices were not in vain. Your people's security was your crowning achievement, and you vowed to do anything to keep them safe, no matter the cost. But in your efforts to do so, there was always the looming threat of the possible moment you could make the wrong decision, a catastrophic mistake that would lead to the death and destruction of thousands of lives. And no matter how many times you reassured and told yourself in the last handful of hours that accepting the High King's invitation was the most logical, safest course of action, you could not rid yourself of the horrifying feeling you had finally chosen wrong.

"You would feel better if you talked about what's worrying you instead of keeping it bottled inside, you know." Sypha began softly, her words shattering your thoughts and forcing you to tear your gaze from the window and meet her own. "And this may be the only time to do so until we are able to return home. At least without the constant worry of being listened to."

You blinked, face heating as you stilled your hands. "I'm fine."

Trevor snorted, cracking one eye open to peer at you before shifting heavily in his seat. "You shouldn't lie, your Grace. You're horrible at it."

You clicked your tongue before taking a centering inhale and exhale. "Yes, how could I forget, Belmont? You are always so kind enough to remind me of the fact."

He shrugged his shoulders, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I am an expert in my profession, what can I say?"

You rolled your eyes before shifting to face them both fully, the silk fabric of your dress rustling quietly as you did so. With a delicate hand you smoothed the garment of wrinkles, attempting to rein in the onslaught of racing thoughts that roared in your mind.

Sypha spoke your name before sitting forward, her sky-blue and silver-laced dress brushing against your own emerald silk, the silver-drop earrings she wore glinting in the golden rays of sun filtering through the window.

You reluctantly found her eyes again before shaking your head, a resigned breath escaping you. "I am worried about what may come to pass, is all."

"It's a bit late for regrets, isn't it?" Trevor drawled before a sharp and pained yelp escaped him. Your eyes instantly snapped to him the moment Sypha retracted her hand from his cheek, leaving an angry blotch of red on his skin in her wake.

"Not helping," she huffed in annoyance before turning back to you. "Ignore him. You were saying?"

You bit the inside of your cheek and peered back down to your lap once more, your eyes tracing over the shining beads and embroidery of your garment. Despair began to bloom in your chest before you finally released the breath you were holding. "It's nothing."

Sypha's face fell before she glanced sidelong at Trevor, their silent exchange unseen by you as your eyes continued to stay downcast.

"Lying again?" Trevor grumbled, drawing your attention to him when he said your name. You reluctantly peered up, attempting with all your might to school your features into neutrality. Unluckily for you, they saw right through the attempted rouse. "You might as well speak the truth of it now," he scratched the scruff of on his chin before inclining his head, "as Sypha said before, once we reach the Grand Palace, it will not be safe to speak freely."

You watched them both for a quiet moment, the slight rocking of the carriage transitioning suddenly to a rhythmic jerk as the footmen steered the horses over a bridge crossing. The sound of rushing water filled the silence, drawing your attention out the window.

"I have been thinking about the knowledge available to us, the vague histories we learned in youth. Vampiric society has made sure that the inner workings of their courts remain unknown to mortals, unlike our histories that are so widely known across the continents." you began slowly, your eyes still trained on the rolling hills and farmland that passed by. "We know the High King and Queen were a match forged in the promise of alliance; we know that there are two princes, one sired by Queen Lisa, the other sired by the late Queen Mina. But that is all. We know nothing about their customs, their traditions, and I fear that I may say or do something insulting, which would lead to my inevitable impaling. I care not about what happens to my life, but I could not bear it if you or any one of our people were condemned to the same horrific fate because I spoke egregiously without knowing."

Neither one said anything for many moments. You silently cursed yourself for speaking the truth, as they should not have had to bear yet another one of your burdens. The gnawing jaws of guilt and regret began to twist painfully inside your chest, stuttering your breath. Suddenly you felt something shift before Sypha's hand gently grasped your own, untangling your clenched fists from the bunching of your gown.

"I am well aware how pointless my thoughts and fears are," you whispered before finally allowing yourself to find their eyes again, "I know it is too late for regrets. The dice have been cast, and there's no going back. I just - I cannot bear the thought of everything we have worked for come crashing down because of a stupid mistake that I did not even know I could make."

"As you said before, that is the nature of our lives." Sypha murmured gently. "To make the impossible decisions, to brace for the consequences. You are doing all you can."

"She's right," Trevor cleared his throat before staring at you evenly, "and so were you. If you had decided to decline their invitation, Gresit's downfall would be certain. We may be hurtling towards the viper's den, but at least we have a fighting chance. You are the Grand Duchess of Gresit, the leader of the sole human-led province in the entire kingdom. To your right will always stand a Knight of the Hold, the fiercest warriors of the continent. To your left will always stand a Speaker, the most intelligent scholars in all the human world. We may not know their blood-stained politics and customs, but we do know how to hold our own. We always have. We always will."

You inhaled a shaky breath as you fought back the rush of tears that clawed their way up your throat. You swallowed them down painfully, blinking to usher them away.

"There will be other humans in attendance at the ball. Noblemen, noblewomen, and servants alike. I am sure we will be instructed on any particular customs that are set in place." Sypha reassured as her eyes began to gleam with mischief. "And if they have managed a way to remain un-impaled, so will we."

You couldn't help the small laugh that escaped you, your heart thawing with the warmth of their kindness. "I suppose you're right."

"She always is," Trevor sighed, trying and failing to fight the grin that threatened to show, "we should know better to think otherwise."

"Indeed," you sniffed before squeezing Sypha's hand which still held comfortingly onto your own.

"Is there anything else worrying you?" she inquired with a tilt of her chin.

You shook your head and squeezed her hand a final time before pulling away and settling into the plush. "I'm alright."

"Good, glad that's settled." she leaned away, this time resting her back against Trevor's chest. He pulled her into his side without question before closing his eyes once more, the two of them melting into each other's tender embrace.

Your eyes softened at their gentle display before you turned your head towards the window once more. With a deep, steadying breath you closed your own eyes. For a long, long time you heard nothing but the cacophony of thunderous thoughts that fought for dominance inside your mind, until finally they quieted and allowed for you to slip into the peaceful abyss of unconciousness.

As the sun finally began to set in the west, you arrived at the gates of the capital city of Targoviste. The brilliant reds, oranges, and pinks of coming twilight painted the sky in wild whirls of color, a breathtaking backdrop to the towering obsidian walls that obscured the lower half of the city from view. Beyond them, however, the glinting of gold could be seen blinking in the light of the radiant sunset a great distance away, beckoning all to revel in its splendor.

"By the gods," you gasped gently, attempting as much as you were able to press your face against the glass of the window, "is that the Grand Palace?"

Sypha was immediately beside you, her shoulders gently brushing your own in attempt to drink in all that was revealed when the carriage finally passed through the gates.

"I believe so," she nodded and turned to meet your gaze, both of your faces alight with both intrigue and wonder, "it seems the stories were true."

You hummed before your eyes once again found themselves marveling at the passing sights. Various merchants from all over the Realm lined both sides of the streets, attempting to sell their wares. Hundreds of people from all walks of life bustled to and fro, their collective buzzing voices becoming one grand symphony as the carriage continued further into the city. Before long, the humbler shops and buildings gave way to those of more grandeur, their edifices inlaid with glistening black marble instead of the duller stones of the lower city.

As the sun finally began to dip fully below the horizon and the bright reds and oranges had given way to purples and deep shades of cobalt, the coach finally came to a halt. With each passing moment your steadily thrumming heart began to beat more erratically, your palms growing clammy. Before you could fully calm yourself, the carriage door swung open, revealing the dark flagstones of the palace grounds. You barely had a moment to glance at your companions before Trevor stepped out and offered a hand to Sypha, then you, before turning to the young human valet dressed in a fine crimson velvet coat trimmed with black lace.

"The Grand Duchess of Gresit has arrived," the warrior announced evenly, producing the opened invitation. The valet took it with a black-gloved hand, his amber eyes widening imperceptibly. You failed to meet his gaze when he glanced at you, your attention immediately stolen by the magnificent sight before you.

The Grand Palace sat at the farthest end of the carnelian and onyx carriageway, a soaring figure whose tallest spires and towers brushed against the darkening heavens, their golden peaks still shining even in the failing light. The dark-stoned structure was illuminated in the pale amber of the braziers that were interspersed among the torrents throughout the front and sides of the palace, casting shadow upon the impossibly manicured gardens full of foreign flora and fauna. And just out of direct eyesight, veiled from view by a towering water fountain, were the steps that led into the grand foyer.

"Welcome, Grand Duchess. We have been expecting you."

You startled lightly, sucking in a breath before forcing yourself back to center and meeting the valet's eyes. "Thank you."

"If you'll please follow me, I shall show you to your guest chambers."

With a gentle nod you smoothed the silk of your gown before glancing at Sypha and Trevor. "Shall we?"

You walked arm in arm with Sypha, Trevor in front of you, as you all wordlessly followed the valet down the carriageway. Countless other human parties headed in the same direction; all being guided with similarly dressed servants. When you reached the fountain, you could not help but marvel once again at the gargantuan structure, your lips parted in awe as the true extent of the opulence and wealth of the royal family was finally revealed.

Everywhere you looked you were met with such splendors you could barely take it all in. Countless paintings, marble-carved tables, statues, chandeliers and candelabras filled the winding halls. The high-vaulted ceilings were painted in elaborate scenes of unknown origins, the vivid images seeming to move and undulate in the flickering flames of candlelight.

After countless turns and winding staircases, the young valet approached a seemingly deserted hallway, the stone walls considerably bare compared to the ones below. It was not long before he stopped in front of a wooden door, bowing slightly as he did so. "Your chambers are here, your Grace. The entire floor has been allocated just for you and your staff. Your belongings have already been placed inside. The High Queen and King have ensured you will have all that you require for the opening feast this evening. A warm bath has been drawn, as well as refreshment from your long journey."

You straightened to your full height, a small smile at your lips. "I see. Thank you."

The young man regarded you for a moment, his pale face flickering with a wash of intrigue before he nodded curtly. "Is there anything else you require at this time, Grand Duchess?"

You shook your head. "No, that will be all. Gratitude."

He gently dipped his chin before meeting Sypha's and Trevor's eyes. "Your rooms are just this way. Please, follow me."

You nodded to them both when they sent a questioning glance your way. "I will be alright. Go and freshen up for the feast. We shall see each other presently."

They nodded silently before turning to face the valet who bowed in your direction before turning on his heels and walking away, your adviros following after them. When they were finally out of sight you released another breath before reaching for the doorhandle and prying it open. The iron hinges made no sound as the door slowly gave way, revealing the room within.

A four-poster bed sat against the right wall, flanked by two sturdy wooden tables. On the left the hearth sat vacant of flame, its marble mantle decorated with an oil-painted landscape and golden vase of flowers. In front of the grate a large copper bath sat, thick, curling tendrils of steam emanating from the warmed waters. A single red-fiber rug was placed in the middle of the room, and on one side was a wooden table filled with a decanter of wine and a bowl of fruit, the other your delivered trunks.

"Not the worst accommodations," you hummed gently before turning to the bed and running your hand over the dark purple blanket. With another deep sigh you spun on your heels and faced the bath, making to undo the laces of your wrinkled gown. With practiced ease each layer of your adornment fell away, leaving you in nothing but your jewelry.

As you slowly stepped into the tub and allowed your body to be overcome with the warm embrace of the calming heat, your eyes fluttered closed in a rare moment of suspended peace as the faint smell of rose and calendula wafted from the scented waters. It lasted all but for a moment before a soft knocking on the door pulled you from its hold. Your eyes opened the moment Sypha stepped into the room before shutting the door behind her, your eyes finally catching on the glittering rose-pink garment in her arms.

"I figured you could use some company as we dress." she said gently and crossed further into the room and placed her own gown over the back of the nearby sofa. "I know you are more than capable yourself, but given the circumstances, I think it best to have a second pair of eyes and hands just in case."

"You are my friend, Sypha. Not my lady's maid." you settled deeper into the tub, your chin now resting upon the surface of the waters. "You should be dressing yourself, not me."

She gave you a pointed look before crossing over to your trunk and carefully pulled out the finest gowns of the batch. The rich fabrics rustled against one another as she laid them upon the dark sofa, each prettier than the last.

"Any preference?" she turned to face you before eyeing the expensive garments once more.

You sat up in the tub, bending your knees to your chest as you glanced at your various options. Each and every one of them were dresses you had never worn, as you did not have the occasion nor desire to do so. Though you dressed in finery fit for a Duchess, you rarely donned anything as overly luxurious as those before you. You cared more for ensuring no person in Gresit went hungry or unclothed themselves instead of wasting precious resources for excessively expensive evening wear.

"I haven't the faintest clue." you shrugged. "What do you suggest?"

"Hmm," Sypha took a step back from the plush couch, every once in a while peering at you before her eyes slid back to the gowns, "perhaps the sapphire silks with your gold and pearl necklace?"

"Alright."

When you had finished bathing and drying off, Sypha handed you your nicest shift before she began the painstaking task of tying the laces of the whale-bone corset. She worked silently, she in her own thoughts, you immersed in yours. It was only a matter of time before you were stepping into the heavy and elaborate garment then adorning your person with the gorgeous golden and pearl necklace. After many moments you found yourself Infront of the wood-framed looking glass, your eyes drinking in your own resplendence.

"Not horrible," you smiled before glancing at her.

Sypha's own eyes gleamed when she peered at you from her spot upon the sofa, now clad in her own exquisite gown of blushing rose. "Not horrible indeed." she stood from her place before taking her place beside you. "Ready?"

You swallowed before peering back at the mirror, the giddiness of preparation now bleeding into something more sinister. "Not at all."

She gently leaned her head onto your shoulder before squeezing your hand. "Neither am I." she admitted quietly. "Shall we?"

You took one last lingering look at the mirror before nodding curtly. "We shall."

With each and every step you took down the winding halls of the guest quarters, the heavier the stone of unease began to feel in your belly. Sypha and Trevor walked in front of you, guided once again by another human servant who had been commanded to escort you to the throne room.

You tried your best to remember landmarks for your own peace of mind, but every turn and staircase made it nearly impossible to do so. Eventually you descended the last staircase that brought you to a somewhat familiar hall, the sound of flutes and lutes playing an unfamiliar melody now audible to your ears.

"It is just up ahead, but you shall need to announce your mistress yourself," the young servant woman informed your companions before curtsying when you caught her eye. "Enjoy your evening, Duchess."

The young woman did not give you a chance to reply before she scurried off. You watched on after her before glancing around the halls once more, noting once again it was strangely empty.

"I suppose Trevor and I shall go inform them of your arrival," Sypha offered when she met your eyes, "will you be alright while we do so?"

"I think I can manage," you jested lightly, "I'll wait here."

Within a few moments you were left alone once more, the heavy stone still ever present in your belly. You bit your lip before turning your attentions onto the large oil-painting that hung on the wall opposite of you, its size rivaling that of your coach. It was a breathtaking scene of a bright, flowing river covered with hundreds of wildflowers and herbs sprouting along the riverbank, reminding you of the springs and streams found in the forests that surrounded your home in the summertime.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" a low, rich voice suddenly asked from behind you.

You whirled on your heels, the skirts of your gown swishing dramatically with your movements. You had just enough sense to choke down the curse that threatened to escape you when your eyes met a pair of impossibly bright, brilliant gold. You froze, lips parting slightly as you took in the striking figure before you. He was a vampiric noble, that much was certain as was ascertained by his inhumanly perfect, marble-carved features and crown of cascading blond locks that fell down his broad shoulders in thick, luscious waves. His body was clad in the finest black and golden embroidered coat you had ever seen, the intricate golden threads gleaming in the shifting light.

"Apologies, I did not mean to startle you." the unknown nobleman dipped his chin, clasping his hands behind his back as he did so.

You blinked before forcing a genteel smile. "The fault is entirely my own. It was silly of me to expect no one else to be walking these halls." you turned your head to face the painting. "And yes, it is a remarkable work of art."

"I am sure the artist would have to disagree," he mused before taking a step towards you so that he could also face the painting directly, "as is the plight of all who create."

You glanced at him sidelong before inclining your head. "I suppose."

An odd silence settled between you as you continued to study the painting. The longer it wore on, the more you became aware of the passing of time and the notable absence of your companions. But more so, you began to feel the overwhelming, growing awareness of the immortal's presence. In attempt to dispel the festering plight of awkwardness, you turned to peer down the hallway, the corner of your lips dipping when they still had not materialized.

"Nervous, are we? Or are you simply looking for someone in particular? Another guest, perchance?"

You stilled before turning to face him, attempting with all your might to keep your expression neutral as to not betray the lash of nervousness that whipped against your ribs. "Beg pardon, my Lord?"

The golden-haired vampire laughed softy, the sound barely more than a quiet exhale. "Nervousness would perfectly explain your racing heart. I can hear it above the music. It is...quite obvious."

Your lips parted as a small huff of surprise escaped you, but before you would let it consume you, you let it guide you. "I would be a fool not to be nervous as a human walking the halls of the Grand Palace, even more so not to feel unease in the presence of vampiric nobility."

"I would never think to call you a fool, my Lady." his eyes seemed to glow as brightly as the summer sun as he continued to regard you intently. "After all, there is no greater fool within these halls than Lord Godbrand, who has unfortunately graced us with his presence this evening."

You hummed gently in denial; the name unfamiliar to you. "My apologies, my Lord, but I know not of who you speak."

"Ah," he tilted his head imperceptibly, molten eyes gleaming with something you could not name, a smirk beginning to grace his lips. "You will soon know exactly who I speak of. He is...well known for causing chaos here at court. Might I offer you a word of advice, my Lady?"

Your eyebrow rose in faint intrigue as you peered down the hall a second time before settling your eyes back onto him. "If you insist, my Lord."

The handsome vampire's smirk widened. "I would suggest avoiding him and his companion, Lord Walter, if you can help it. They are hardly decent company for anyone to keep, especially for a newcomer to these halls."

The blood in your veins turned to ice water. You forced a centering breath before peering up at him, clasping your hands against your front. "Is it that obvious I am new?"

His smile broadened. "No, not at all."

You could not contain the small, disbelieving laugh that escaped you. "You are kind for saying so, my Lord."

He inclined his chin. "I am afraid I must take my leave and bid you farewell. I do hope you enjoy your first night at court, your Grace. Good evening." the mysterious stranger did not give you the opportunity to respond before he bowed and turned in the opposite direction of the hall and faded away from view. Your body stood unmoving as stone as your mind caught up to the present moment, sobering realization licking down your spine that despite the lack of any introduction, the unknown vampiric noble knew exactly who you were. Your heart lurched, the breath stolen from your lungs as your mind began to fully descend into your ever-present dread.

You heard someone call out from behind you, but you could not make out their muffled words. You continued to stay rooted in place, eyes wide and breath shallow as you attempted and failed to conjure every single non-threatening possibility of how he knew. Despite your best efforts, your logical mind could not overpower that of your fear.

It wasn't until you felt a warm hand place itself onto your forearm were you jolted back into yourself. You blinked once, twice, a third time before Trevor's narrowed eyes and furrowed brow came into view. "Are you alright? You look like you're about to be sick."

"I'm fine, Belmont." you forced out, your voice so surprisingly even and steady that you nearly believed it yourself. "I was just lost in thought, is all."

He did not seem convinced. "Are you sure?"

You steeled yourself to your full height and nodded. "I'm sure. Where is Sypha?"

"She's waiting for us outside the hall. They're about to commence introductions, as the royal family has just arrived. We were told that given our unique position, you are to be announced last." he explained with a light jerk of his head in that very direction before extending his arm for you to take. "Are you ready for this?"

You wordlessly looped your arm in his, forcing your mind to clear and focus on the momentous evening set before you.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

[just-some-user-hunny]

Vampire hunter D and Hellsing Alucard fighting over the same darling

I'm going to have to take some creative liberties and ignore some canon material for this to somewhat work, due to the difference in vampire rules and whatnot in each respective lore and world-building, but this idea was too fun to pass on. I think a dynamic between the two would be so entertaining- seeing as they are both Eldrich horrors in their own respect, yet so different. both are complex characters with many layers to them, so I hope I gave them justice with this.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading! . ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ Their rivalry is inevitable. D has sworn to spend the rest of his days slaughtering the undead- and Alucard is possibly the strongest of his prey as of yet. They are alike, but not- two of a kind, who share the same shadow and bloodlust.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ Alucard is both immensely curious and irked by the vampire hunters existence. A being that is not dead, nor alive. A creature born from both the undead and living. A dhampir.

D is something of a worldly curiosity to him- how can such a thing exist? Throughout all of Alucard's un-life has he witnessed such a being. It both fills him with awe, and unrest.

The complexity has even himself spiraling into an unrestful haze- because finally. A rival. A true rival. A being that has the redeeming quality of a semblance of humanity. He can see right through the dhampir- that sorrow and loneliness and regret is so human. So raw, and unabashedly hidden with shame. What a solemn moping creature D is... Interesting.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ D is troubled by the vampire king. A monster whom resembles the likeness of Dracula- a twisted shadow of his own father, a being from another timeline, who mocks him with his mere existence. Just being in the same vicinity as him makes his blood boil and stomach churn in disgust. Knowing that this violent blood hungering beast is yearning for you makes him sick. The implications that if he fails, and you fall into the monster's claws, that another dhampir may possibly be brought into its wretched existence is simply something he cannot allow.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ The two clash in every possible way- yet align in every possible way. Like a dark twisted duet. Like a shadow clashing with a shadow. It shouldn't be. Two beings having met behind the veil- a veil that should have never been pieced. They glare at one another in the shadows of your footsteps, constantly watching with bated breath.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧The dynamic of being caught between the crossfire of the two horrors beyond the veil is a restless nightmare- yet an enveloping dream. It doesn't feel...real. To be yearned over by these two men monsters is an enigma of itself, and you've inevitably become the taut rope between an endless tug of war. Back and fourth, back and fourth, neither breaking sweat nor losing their footing. Clashing blades, explosive bullets, the silver of guns and swords glinting in the moonlight. Spilt blood, open wounds, unrestrained ferocity. There is no hunter or prey in this dynamic- their very strength teeters on the edge of a blade-steady yet, wavering. All that is established is that they have both set their claim. And neither are willing to give up.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ Their motives are simple, yet complex like entangled string. Red and black thread ensnaring you till you are but a meager little morsel struggling in the spiders web. D wants to eradicate Alucard- rid the earth of his bloodied existence. The very personification of self-preservation and fear of death taken in the form of something bloody and full of hunger has no right to belong in this world. It should be laid to rest.

You, poor little human, are an unexpected obstacle of both himself- and his prey. You're the flesh caged in the bear trap- the butterfly in the web, the pretty patisserie cake on a porcelain platter. He's the jarring metal teeth, the descending spider, the glinting cutlery.

He's a parasite who attached itself to an unsuspecting human- who has no say in the matter. Either you love him, endure him, or despise him, it doesn't matter. He's sunk his teeth into you and won't let go- always in your shadow.

D is a hunter. That's all he has left for himself. He can at least do this favour for both himself, and you. If you call for Alucard's name, it is not enough to deter him. You don't know any better, you can't. You don't know the extent of this horror. You never shall. Never should.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ Alucard is frustratingly simple- yet simply complicated. You are a human who's ensnared his interest- his curiosity and fascination. He wants you, all of you. Your voice...your breath...the smell of your skin...your thoughts and dreams and fears. He wants all of it. He's selfish and hungry, and you are the soothing balm to his wounds. He admits he's a monster- a monster that can only hunger and obsess, he has no shame in that. He accepted he's irredeemable long ago- an attack dog, a weapon, something to command and leash for the sake of numbing the boredom and insanity of everlasting existence. He needs motive. Reasoning. Distraction. And you are the best distraction he could ask for.

He's caught in the swing of finding this hunter's endeavours amusing and annoying.

Leave him be, let him enjoy this last thing. Then he may have his spill of blood.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ Regardless of the madness- it can come in useful for your own sake of survival. You'll never have to worry about being harmed whilst under the watchful eyes of not only Alucard, the no life king, but the Dhampir hunter, D. It is the one thing that they can seem to agree and find truce over. They are content to slaughter the vile beasts that dare to think they can harm a hair on your head, casting aside their rivalry to kill together. Their protection is priceless in a world filled with danger- not even the wealthiest of people could pay a price to ensure such safety.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ those dynamic is full of banter and jeering- Alucard most often the initiator. How can he help himself? This enigma of a being is so ripe and ready for the teasing and prodding. Something that is half monster, half human... It shouldn't be. An abomination as much as himself. Although he shares his hatred through his own twisted morals, the hatred towards lowly vampires who do not abide by nature and kill monstrously with no goal or end- that disgusts him. His respect for the hunter draws a fine line between mutual respect- and despair for his existence.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ "You're disgusted with yourself? As you should be. All creatures of the night deserve nothing. Useless beasts"

"You realise you speak of yourself, Nosferatu"

"How witty of you to clue on. You should know better, do you feel the weight of existence? Isn't it crushing? Yes...it is, isn't it..."

"..."

"For someone who is half human, you are certainly as silent as the dead-"

"Enough."

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ D is... Often wavering with his control around you. Beyond the soft nonchalant veil that he drapes himself with, internally he often finds himself holding back his insatiable bloodlust. You'd probably never guess- by how tamed and calm he is, through both his slow methodic actions and lulling voice- but every part of him is yearning to taste you.

He's not proud of it- ashamed, is the best way to describe it. It's something he's intent on you never discovering- lest you fear him, God forbid. Pain and fear are things he never wants to stir in you from his own doing. He's not the monster who hides under your bed- not the frightening creature who lurks in shadow, hunting for blood. He's more than that, he likes to believe. There's a part of him that regains precious humanity.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ Alucard however isn't a creature who can be swayed easily with the scent of blood- his experience and self control has far surpassed his mindless animalistic bloodlust. Despite the way that he is, He's not one to become lost in a mindless haze- eager to snatch you up and shake you around with your throat in his jaws like he was some depraved starving animal. Although the scent or sight of your blood does utter some excitement out of him, he's never one to act upon it. He'll simply stare at you knowingly, smiling softly and offering to bandage wherever you are hurting. he'll be more than happy to lick the wound.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ You can imagine the taunting this no-life king has in store for the vampire hunter, watching with smug amusement as this halfling struggles to keep his drool in his mouth just from the mere scent of you. It’s adorable. Pathetic.

He loves taunting the hunter- playing with you like a cat pawing gently at a mouse, to see what kind of reaction he can summon out of this nonchalant creature. His lack of response always irks the vampire, so watching him grow annoyed and angry just for merely being too close to you? Oh it’s bliss.

Alucard loves to stray closer- closer and closer, pushing his luck, all under the watchful eye of the hunter. He’s more keen to touch and caress you like this- like a lion with a lamb, towering over you frightfully as you stand there sweetly and innocently in his claws. As if he were playing with his food. Rest assured you'll never be his food, but that shouldn't damper his fun regarding toying with the naive hunter.

You’ll become surely equated with the Eldritch horror of a man swallowing you up in his shadow- standing closer than necessary. Your back practically flushed against his torso, as large gloved hands gently pet and caress you like you were some pretty little thing to fawn over. It doesn’t matter how you react. Either you tremble and swallow anxiously as your throat is swallowed up his palm- his fingertip dragging softly over the skin to trace the hollow in your throat, unsure and confused- or you may simply stand still and allow your loyal hound of a vampire preen and coo over you with patient endurance. It’s not your response Alucard is after, although it doesn’t hurt to enjoy it, but D’s.

He wants his anger.

His jealousy.

His envy.

For D, the sight of your delicate neck in the hands of Alucard is something that never fails to make his stomach lurch in fury. He’ll glare wordlessly at the vampire mutt- his own blood red eyes simmering like boiling viscera as he clutches his own aching throat.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ I know very well how tempting they he’ll say with his eyes, the deep pleased hum rumbling in his chest like a content beast as he tenderly strokes the delicate skin above your artery. Feeling it pump quickly beneath his fingertips, as his eyes glint with amusement at the dhampir’s simmering anger.

See how I can be so near, so close to touch them whilst you salivate and struggle like a starving dog. A dog. That’s what you are.

D could rip him a new one if you weren’t so in the line of fire.

God, this guy's one smug asshole huh D.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ That is not to say that Alucard is the only petty one, because D is just as bad. he can be worse.

It is not unusual for the Dhampir to snatch you away and keep you tucked safely beneath the shelter of his cape- keeping you swallowed up in billowing fabric, nestling you close to his side or ribcage. Silently-softly- he’ll extend his arm out welcomingly, draping his cape open for you to hide if you so please. Please. It is the safest place for you in his eyes, swaddled safely from sight nor scent- with you so swallowed up in his clothes and stature, your pretty scent is masked with his. Practically bathing you in it. All you can do is keep up with his strides as his hand settles securely upon your shoulder, keeping you tucked into his side whenever you walk together.

Look D, as much as I like seeing this assholes face prune up, I'd like our body to stay intact. Hey, are you even listening?

So you can image the irk and seething jealousy that burns like hellfire in Alucards vermillion glare as D unveils you to the vampire king- your form nestled close to him, wrapped up in the safe recluse of the dhampir’s cape. That halfling abomination has rubbed off all your scent and his.

The nerve.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ It's safe to say that they both become clingy in their efforts to claim possession of you no matter how much D refuses the concept of possessing you, they both know deep inside that's what he yearns for with his lonely dead heart.

So be prepared to be clung to by these two towering children of the night. Alucard pressing himself to you like a touch starved dog, possessive and enveloping. His gloved hands resting upon your shoulders or idly stroking your head/jaw/neck. If not in your shadow, he's by your heel- the tip of his own polished shoes brushing against your heel.

He does it so unnaturally fitting. His large hand curling around your jaw, tilting your head up to wipe something off your face. He could so easily crush you, but that thought never comes to fruition in his mind. or he may drape his arm over your shoulder, his gun bracing against your chest like a makeshift shield. (Or perhaps a little empty threat to make your heart skip a little in your chest). He loves how much it winds the Dhampir up.

"Get that thing off her, if you know what's good for you."

"I don't, you see"

"Off."

"What's wrong? You surely don't think I'd hurt her to you? She's my dear little human, Dhampir. Mine"

"She's not yours, or anyone's."

"Is that so."

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ Both are eager to claim the spot to reside in your shadow- both literally and metaphorically. They share the same inevitable fate of losing you to time- so they are insatiably eager to take their fill of life from you. To have the pleasure of watching you grow old and silver, front row seats of your existence- if you will. It is unspoken, the sorrow. It’s a lengthy pause that’ll always settle between them; both fully aware, but not strong enough to say it out loud. It all but makes it too real. Alucard is full of pretty poetry when it comes to the concept of losing you- always grinning and wistfully lamenting how full and easy he’d make life for you, but internally there’s a pit of anger and sorrow inside him that’s festers like rotting fruit. Sweet and syrupy, but spoiled and repulsive. These emotions only come to surface through silent lingering glances of softened expressions, which always throw you off. They’re quiet and contemplate, and for once you don’t feel like a yummy morsel under his watch. You’re something to be mourned and cherished. This deep sadness that dwells hidden in his garnet hued irises.

.‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ D is just as in much sorrow, and that is something that the two creatures of night can fall into agreement with. Immortality is a curse, not something one should wish to possess.

D does not keen to dwell too deeply into the concept of your demise- no matter how peaceful it’ll be. Every smile-line and pretty wrinkle upon your face serves as a reminder to him. He will forever remain porcelain- his hair will remain deep mahogany, whilst you turn silver and frail. Reminding him of how fragile you are- how privileged you are. Still- he is silent with his emotions. Like carved marble set into a beautiful and gaunt expression, never will he show anger or jealousy. He cannot bring himself to bear it.

As long as you are safe and cherished, that is all he can wish for.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ their fight for claim can go on and on, scrabbling for a secure footing in the game they've been began- with no means to an end to finish. They are both strong, no matter how endurable D is- nor how many levels of his own power that Alucard unleashes, there's always a standstill. D could be near shredded ribbons of flesh and fabric, but he'll still stand. Alucard could be standing tall in his armour from his days of impaling and bloody reign, and he'd still be toe to toe with the Dhampir. It's infuriating for the both of them. There must be only one victor, one to take their stead in the shadow of your existence. But it's never ending.

This isn't about simple rivalry anymore. It's a neverending duel between themselves, eager to win or die. Death would be a privilege if not for your own place in the matter. They can't die yet, not whilst you are still breathing.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ you'll be caught in the crossfire of possession and duty, desire and a twisted version of love. It is for you to bear witness to, So don't look away.

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

What do you think of a D fic where reader finds out in passing that D only loosely keeps track of his passed years and doesn't know his birthday, soooo reader decides at some time to make it his bday and get him a first ever present? Maybe something small and goofy to play down how obviously sentimental the moment is 🥹

Anon this is such a cute and funny idea. I genuinely enjoyed writing this. Something about putting this gloomy-ass mf from this super dark and dangerous universe into cute situations makes me titter.

"...And that's how I found out not to mix blue yaki moss and fire water. Ugh... I saw Pixies swarming around me for hours."

You grimaced when you recalled the memory and looked at the dark rider beside you. That same neutral expression was present on his face that was always there. D's not a talkative type. You found that out as soon as you two met. But you could tell he was always listening, always remembering everything you said to him. However, he wasn't as keen to add anything new to the conversation. So that's how you learned to fill out these silences with your own chattering. People always told you that you ran your mouth too much and never shut it, so this arrangement with D suited you more than enough.

"Speaking of booze, we've been traveling for almost a year and I've never heard or noticed the date of the year most sacred from you." You leaned towards him with feigned conspiracy in your eye.

He only offered you a brow raised in question.

"Your birthday of course!" You grinned at him, "Don't tell me you're one of these types who doesn't celebrate them. Next thing you'll tell me you don't believe in anniversaries." You threw this bait in hopes of preparing fertile ground for bringing up the anniversary of the day of your first meeting.

A strange shadow passed over his face, but just like a spring rain, it was gone the moment it appeared. "To have birthdays... one must be born, isn't it?"

"Erm..." Your brows pinched at this unusual question.

"If I'm never born, there are no birthdays to be celebrated."

The air felt colder than usual. You didn't understand what he meant, but the undertones of… something, clung to those words, making you want to backpedal. "Well, yeah, technically. But everyone celebrates the day they appeared into the world, right? Even those who… well, who aren't exactly born in the traditional sense." You fumbled, trying to soften the edge of the conversation.

He was silent for a long moment, his gaze fixed on the horizon. Then, he just shrugged. "Birthdays are a human construct. They assign value to the passage of time. For a dhampir, time is… different. A single year is insignificant. To celebrate its passing is… pointless."

"But… it’s about you! It’s a celebration of your existence!" you protested, genuinely perplexed.

"My existence is... complicated. The details surrounding my creation are best left undisturbed." There was a finality in his tone that you knew not to breach.

You deflated, feeling the bubble of birthday cheer slowly deflate. "Okay, okay. Point taken. No birthday talk." You tried to sound cheerful, but a little knot of disappointment tightened in your chest. D was incredibly important to you, and the idea that he dismissed his own existence so readily… it stung.

You dropped the subject, but your mind was racing. Pointless? You’d show him pointless! Everyone deserved to be celebrated, especially someone like D who, despite his stoic demeanor, had saved your life more times than you could count and cared more than he'd like to admit.

You wouldn’t let him wallow in whatever angst-ridden, immortal-being pity party he was throwing himself. No, you were going to throw him a surprise birthday party, whether he liked it or not.

It took weeks of careful planning, whispered conversations with some of the more… unorthodox allies you'd made along the way. A witch named Agatha, a gruff werewolf who surprisingly enjoyed baking, and even Dynus the giant helped with decorating. Well, tried, but you appreciated the help anyway. You kept it all secret, meeting in hushed tones in taverns and abandoned ruins, plotting the ultimate surprise.

Finally, the day arrived. You managed to lure D to a secluded clearing under the guise of investigating a potential vampire nest. You had even convinced Left Hand, the symbiotic entity residing in his left hand, to play along.

"Wait here," you told him, feigning seriousness. "I sense something unnatural. Stay vigilant."

He nodded, his hand already resting on the hilt of his sword. You slipped into the clearing and took a deep breath.

The clearing was dark. Too dark.

Suddenly, everyone yelled, "SURPRISE!"

The reaction was… less than ideal. D, expecting an ambush, reacted instantly. Without a word, he unleashed a volley of wooden needles, piercing everything with deadly accuracy.

Screams erupted, but not of pain. More of shock and dismay.

The champagne bottle Agatha had been holding shattered against a nearby tree, spraying bubbly liquid everywhere. The balloons, painstakingly blown up by the werewolf, popped with loud, startling bangs. And the black tart cake, a surprisingly delicious confection made with rare nightshade berries but decorated to look like a rather menacing hedgehog, lay impaled by at least three wooden needles.

Agatha yelped, clutching her arm. "My vintage champagne!"

The werewolf growled, glaring at D. "You ruined my cake!"

Dynus scampered behind a tree, which did not much hiding considering his side, whispering. "My decorations..."

And you just stood there, frozen in shock as a thin red line ran straight across your nose. A parting gift from a needle barely grazing your face.

D stood frozen, his eyes wide with disbelief and… was that a hint of mortification? He looked from the ruined party to the crestfallen faces of your friends.

He opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a strangled, "I… I thought…"

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "Yeah, well, that's what happens when you try to surprise a vampire hunter with a surprise birthday party. Lesson learned."

The silence was thick with awkwardness. You could practically feel the judgment radiating from Agatha and the werewolf.

Then, D did something completely unexpected. He bowed his head slightly. "My apologies," he said, his voice low. "I… was not expecting a celebration. Thank you… for the thought."

He cautiously approached the ruined cake, carefully plucking out one of the needles. He examined it for a moment, then took a small bite of the tart. His expression didn’t change, but he swallowed.

"The… cake is… acceptable," he said, his voice almost a whisper.

And somehow, that was enough. The tension in the clearing eased. The werewolf grumbled good-naturedly as he began cleaning up the popped balloons. Agatha, despite her initial horror, was now regaling everyone with tales of her crystal. And Dynus, emboldened by D's assessment of the cake, emerged from behind the tree and started salvaging what he could of the decorations.

The party was ruined, yes, but something else had also been created. A memory, a moment, a shared experience that transcended the awkwardness and the near-lethal needles.

And you knew, looking at D as he carefully ate another bite of hedgehog cake, that despite the disastrous start, he wouldn't forget this birthday anytime soon. Maybe, just maybe, you had managed to chip away a little at his stoicism and let a little bit of… joy… in. Even if it came with a healthy dose of wooden needles.

[pininghermit]

That thing called L...

AN: ughh just feels because I am listening to sappy music

Genre: PINING

Pairing(s): D x Reader

Summary: Fear, humiliation, greed, longing, lust- whatever this is, it is the undoing of him.

No, you do not miss him.

It is simply natural to notice the absence of a lover. It is acceptable, even expected, to think of him as you wash the dishes. Or to search for his tracks when you’re looking for your cat, the thankless imp who seems to take every chance to slip away.

Somehow, your foolish heart searches for the famed hunter in the mundane of your life.

No, you do not clean your room for him. You do not dust his side of the closet, running a hand over the empty space where his belongings once hung. You do not do it expecting the weight of his luggage to fill it again.

Neither do you sit by the sunlit window, practicing the careful mending of worn cloaks in hopes that your hands will remember the skill when he returns.

Because you are not waiting for him.

You are not bothered by his absence.

Yet, the act of waiting has left you raw, exposed to the agony of hope. The hurt that comes when waiting stretches unfulfilled.

Will he return?

Will there be word of him, a sign to soothe the ache gnawing at your heart? Or has your beloved found another home, another hearth to warm his restless soul?

Despite your constant denial, your heart cannot help but tug at these painful musings.

Like raindrops racing down the cold pane of a window, your thoughts tumble over each other, wild and uncontrollable. And just as your eyes chase the path of an unstoppable single droplet, your heart speeds at the mere notion of his return.

You tell yourself that you would understand, should he choose not to return. You tell yourself that you would endure it. But the words are hollow, weak, a thin veil that fails to mask the truth.

If he does not come back, you will be left here, forever bound to the weight of an unfulfilled love.

He would not condemn you to such a fate, would he?

D does not rush through his travels for you. He does it for the coin.

Doesn’t he?

He does not take risks to shorten the path to your home. No, he simply cares for his horse, who will surely appreciate the careful strokes of your gentle hands.

He returns for the cat, the one he always finds sneaking into the woods, as mischievous and restless as you.

He seeks the hands that mend his cloaks, patching even the smallest of tears with such careful precision. He is thankful for that. It has to be gratitude, doesn’t it?

But then, why is it that any scrap of paper he comes by is filled with the scrawls of your name?

He writes it once, thinking it will be enough, but the pen lingers. He writes it again, and again after that. The curves of the letters feel almost aching, beautiful against the page.

He tells himself he writes it to remember. To capture its form in ink because he cannot bring himself to say it aloud. What it would do to him to hear the syllables fall from his lips, he does not know, and he fears to find out.

Yes, fear. That has to be it.

D fears you.

Yes, that must be it, he tells himself.

What if you were to turn your back on him? What if your kindness no longer belonged to him? What if your home, your warmth, your touch, all of it were to disappear? What then?

He knows the answer. Without you, there would be no destination for him but his own destruction.

Fear, humiliation, greed, longing, lust- whatever this is, it is the undoing of him. It undoes him slowly and beautifully, like the fraying edges of well worn cardigan, that has on numerous cold nights offered comfort of warmth.

And so, when the tug of his seams pulls him toward you, he follows.

For no existence in this world can resist the pull of its end.

[eva105]

Well... I decided to take a little risk and write my own headcanon about "Vampire Hunter D x reader". This will be my first time writing something like this and... I'm a little scared... But the idea of this headcanon doesn't give me peace so why not?

A small disclaimer: This idea seems interesting but also a little strange. English is not my native language 😅 (I apologize in advance for the possibly long text and dryness of the content, I have no experience in such matters🥲)

Part 2 --->

Summary: Headcanon about how you and D got into the world of Minecraft.

(Let's start with the background). The fact that you got from our world to the World of Frontier, where our Great Vampire Hunter D lives and travels is already shocking, because now you are traveling with him in search of a way to return home. (or will you stay in this world? Who knows).

Initially, when you moved to the world of Frontier (yes, Isekai, I'm talking specifically about you) it was night, which was the first problem, you ended up in the forest, this is the second problem. I think you've already guessed what this led to...

A group of ghouls wanted to attack you and it seemed like it was the end and you would become another snack for these ghouls. But a miracle happened. Vampire Hunter D arrived just in time before you could be harmed.

After saving you, D wanted out of good intentions, to leave you in the village or in the city for the simple reason that it was much safer there than with him. But after much trying and persuasion he reluctantly agreed to take you with him on his travels.

Over the two months of traveling together, you got to know each other a little better. You started to get used to his cold and silent behavior, when you talk about something it seems like he doesn’t pay attention, but this is far from true. D always listens to what you say even if he doesn't show it, occasionally commenting on something or nodding.

Stopping for the night on the plains and making a small camp for both of you, you watch as a small fire burns that D lit for you. Raising your head, you look at the stars that are very similar to those from your world. But here there are completely different constellations.

Feeling your eyelids getting heavy and it becomes difficult to keep them open you do not resist the approaching sleep...

But before you finally fall asleep, you feel strong arms pulling you towards something and then something covers your body like a blanket. You guess that perhaps it was D who pulled you towards him and covered you with his cloak so that you wouldn’t freeze; this was the last thought before you fell completely asleep.

Now imagine D's surprise and shock when he found himself in a different place... Even Lefty (the parasite living in D's left hand, hence his name as far as I remember) was confused where they were, everything was so... Square... that his eyes started to hurt a little. And even more shock when D saw that his hands were now square.

D started to worry when he immediately realized that you were not around, right up until the moment when he heard somewhere far away your joyful cry "MINECRAFT!!!" (I think you understood the reference to the meme :3).

When he found you (to his relief), he noticed that you had started chopping down a tree... With your hands..? And yes, you too have become square.

You started mining wood as if you were doing it in a regular Minecraft game, except that... You are now in the game in the literal sense of the word and it was strange to feel square. After mining one block of wood, you hear a familiar voice.

"What are you doing?"

You jumped in surprise before turning around to see your tall, handsome, and silent friend, also became square. His expression was calm as always, but there was a hint of confusion in his eyes about the situation and where they were now.

"Oh, D! I would have already started to worry when I realized that you were not around." You were happy when you realized that you would not be alone in this world. But now you need to explain to him where you are now.

"I understand that you are confused about where we are now, right?"

The subtle glimmer of interest and curiosity in his dark eyes almost escaped you. With your arms spread out in a T-shape, still holding the block of wood in your hand, you said solemnly with a smile on your face.

"Welcome to Minecraft my dear friend".

You see that D's confusion only grew even more. "Minecraft?" he asked.

You nod "I know you probably still don't get it, this just confuses you more than it answers. But don't worry, I'll guide you through it," you assure him with a reassuring smile. Raising your head to look at the sky, you see that it is already midday and you two better hurry before night falls.

"D, can I ask you to do something?"

He looked back at you. "What exactly?"

You raised your hand, pointing to a small flock of white sheep in the distance eating grass. "To make two beds, we'll need six blocks of planks and six blocks of sheep's wool. Do you still have the sword with you?"

D raised his hand behind his back, grabbing the hilt of his sword. "Yes."

You nodded approvingly. "Okay, I'll make a workbench and boards for now, and you run to the sheep to get wool and meat, don't forget to grab some, okay?"

With this D nodded and went to fulfill your request.

While D was busy with the sheep, you quickly made a wooden axe and a pickaxe, getting enough boards to make beds and a small house to wait out the night.

Having built a house that looks like a small box, you ran for cobblestones and if possible find coal if you come across it (And running drains your hunger bar).

Having mined enough cobblestones and some coal, it was already getting dark. Returning back running, you see D who crossed his arms on his chest leaning against the wall of the house with his eyes closed, waiting for you. Hearing your running and out of breath breathing, which indicated your return, he opened his eyes and straightened up, watching you approach. Before he had time to ask you where you had been, you immediately ran into the house.

"Come in quickly and close the door!" You shouted at him as you slowed down from running and along the way, you craft torches, leaning against the wall and catching your breath from running.

A little surprised by your actions but without asking, D did as you said, entering the house and closing the door behind him, he watches as you make several torches that begin to illuminate the space.

"So that’s where you went" he guessed, judging by the fact that you had coal in your hands, which slightly stained your fingers and palms.

"Yes, I went to get some cobblestones and coal to make torches," you said as you placed the torches on the walls, illuminating the space. You turned to him "Sorry if I made you wait..." you apologize to him.

D just shook his head. "I don't blame you for this, you weren't gone that long." He said calmly.

You sighed in relief before asking, already holding the boards for making beds in your hand, "Did you get the sheep wool and their meat?".

D handed you the wool and meat and you nodded in gratitude "thank you". He nodded back.

You put the wool and the boards on the workbench and got two white beds, placing beds on either side of the workbench, you lay down on your bed. "Go to bed D."

D was puzzled how you were able to make two beds in a few seconds by putting in just a few blocks of wool and boards. As soon as he lay down on the bed, after a few seconds, night immediately turned into day. He definitely has a huge number of questions for you.

You got out of bed and having placed sixteen blocks of cobblestones on the workbench, two furnaces immediately appeared in your hands. Having placed them against the wall, you put coal and sheep meat there, because hunger makes itself felt. As soon as you turned around to see how D was doing, you saw him sitting on his bed looking at you.

"I understand you have a lot of questions right now, right..?" Seeing how he nodded, you prepared to answer his questions. "Okay, I'll try to answer everything."

Eating roasted sheep meat and sharing with D you answer all his questions. From "where the hell are we?" and "how did night suddenly become day when we went to bed?"

When you were telling him about the world of Minecraft, you warned him in advance that in this game physics and logic are absent in some places. But sand and gravel definitely have physics.

When you go outside to get food and resources, you simultaneously teach D how to use the inventory, workbench, etc. It was a bit difficult at first, but D learns pretty quickly.

Noticing a large cave that goes deeper down, you examine it trying to find valuable ores to mine them in the future.

D also peered into the depths of the cave and it seemed his attention was attracted by something, or rather someone.

"Are you interested in those mobs down there?" You asked, seeing how D was watching the creatures that were hiding in the darkness. Without taking his eyes off them, he repeated the word you said "Mobs?".

"There are peaceful mobs such as sheep, cows, pigs. Neutral mobs include wolves, golems, spiders and Endermen". You explain to him, then turning your gaze to the bottom of the cave. "And these guys are considered aggressive: zombies, skeleton archer, creeper, drowned man, slimes and witches".

When D returned his gaze to you, a voice was heard from his left hand, it seems Lefty decided to join the conversation. "This green creature without arms and with a strange mouth looks ridiculous."

"You mean the creeper? Yes, he looks ridiculous but... He's quite dangerous." you said, looking at the hissing creature below.

"What exactly is dangerous about it?" D asked in his calm, low voice.

You move away from the cliff into the cave so as not to fall, calling D to follow you. When you moved to a safe distance, you began to speak. "Well, let's say you went into the mine for coal, iron, gold or something like that." You go behind D's back while he watches you. "It would seem that you are simply extracting resources... But suddenly you hear a hissing sound behind you. You don't have time to turn around before - BAM! You are deafened by the sound of an explosion and the damage is not small."

You hear Lefty's voice again "Now it's clear what this creature is, essentially a walking bomb." You nod in response, "Exactly."

You basically feel like a fish in water in this world, because you understand how it works and what needs to be done.

But with D it’s a completely different case, you understand that he has never seen such a world, not to mention the fact that both of you and this whole world are square.

But you are ready to take him under your wing and simultaneously teach him and introduce him to the world of Minecraft.

It looks like you're in for quite an interesting experience.

It was a bit difficult but I managed it..? Maybe I'll make a second part

[vampires-and-dhampirs]

Vampire Hunter D Holiday Week Day Five: Mistletoe

Tags: SFW, family friendly, wholesome family stuff, fluff, D x reader

The house is full with guests, family from afar and friends who had the time to just spend you all. Mostly a good time this year, more laughs than arguments, as it should be. You're happy that the noise flooding your ears is all good chatter and music. The fire place was burning in the main family room with the smell of marshmallows being burned and the decorated white spruce mixing together.

Being part of the hosting family, you were on the end of your most of the time, anxious something might go wrong or if someone needed something. Let's not forget the few kids running around with far too much energy for you to keep up with. There was a moment that your brain relaxed itself then you remembered to check on your newest guest. Where was D?, you wondered. He was the new person so he was swarmed by people at for short while. Then you realized there were 2 kids you hadn't seen for a little while too. Uh-oh, I hope he isn't getting harassed by the kids. You went off in search of them, They're probably bugging to high hell to be picked up or something.

You could hear the kiddos laughing in the next room and asking a bunch of silly questions; favorite color, favorite food, the coolest thing you've killed. The one being interrogated certainly had to be D. "BOO!" You startled the little ones and D of course had no reaction. "What are y'all doing in here?" One of the little kids was holding a giant marshmallow in their hand, "We were trying to inspect your boyfriend! Make sure he's good enough for you."

"Um... that's not necessary but thank you, I guess? But what's the marshmallow for?"

With the biggest smile your little cousin says, "To test his evilness, if he eats it and dies, it wasn't meant to be!" D didn't mind entertaining kids but it was clear he had reached his limit. The look on his face when he looked at you, he clearly needed saving from your little protectors. You assured them that he didn't need to be tested for anything, especially not with hot, sticky marshmallows in little baby hands. You managed to send one of them off back to join everyone else but one of them really wanted to walk D back.

Just before entering the family room, the little one made you not enter with them. They stopped with D in the entry way to the family room, you're little cousin started to put on a performance, "Oh look D we are under the mistletoe! We have to kiss now!!" They began to bat their eyes at him, it's usually how they got away with being spoiled by the family. As cute as they were, D was immune to it, he respected the effort though.

You tried to deter them, "Well he doesn't have too. You can ask nicely though."

Your cousin let out a sigh then asked in their most respectfully voice, "Can I have a kiss please?"

He knelt down to be at eye level with them. With his finger, he poked their forehead, "Mwah..."

"That doesn't count!" They pouted.

He replied, "It certainly does." They went off to go whine to their parents about it.

"Sorry you got trapped by them, love. At least you know they aren't scared of you or anything so that's nice."

"It wasn't too terrible. They both were still pretty behaved I think." D stood back up but leaned in towards you. He kissed you on the lips, "Got you."

[nyxirrationalstories]

Am I able to ask about a Yandere vampire Hunter D? What is he like as a Yandere, how far is he willing to go. Will he hunt a darling down if they where to escape, will he go berserk if they were to evade him?! Ahh so many possibilities and I hope you have fun with this one if you do it! Also, have a good one Chief!

Hello, sorry for take so long. Studies and block and things. I hope you are fine too, Pal. And thank you, i really have my fun in this.

--- I don't know if you're smart or a suicidal idiot --- the young woman looked at the bartender with genuine confusion as she drank some water --- but, what I am sure of, is that when he feels you're in danger… he will prove to you that all your running away was just a game.

--- He's not like that, D doesn't enjoy it --- not to defend the one who held you captive, not even to justify it, but the reality is what it is. Even if we wanted it to be otherwise --- Besides, he doesn't know where I am.

--- Girl, we're talking about a hunter --- commented the bartender --- and more about that hunter who hunts his own. The illusion he has created to make you think you have an advantage… makes me feel sorry for you.

Harsh words, yet they were true. And the truth, sooner or later, always catches up with you.

--- Speaking of the boyfriend, look at him there he is --- the young woman looked at the bartender with a certain resignation and curiosity. How much shit had he seen and gone through to be so calm, talking as if it were about mundane matters? The cyborg horse stood out in the distance, a black figure in a beautiful meadow that the window made it all look like a strange painting --- You can run, but the night is cruel.

--- You seem to know a lot about vampires.

--- I lost my daughter to one of them. She killed herself, all because immortality has a rare tendency to preserve what must perish. His loneliness makes him love what death can touch, a tragedy not only for the pair in question but for everyone around him --- the man commented with a lump in his throat. The girl watched as the poor man held back the urge to cry --- If I didn't have someone else, a very young son, believe me I would not leave you at the mercy of the hunter.

--- So… I never had a chance?

I hope you like it

[sorceress-of-stories]

Alucard x f!Reader x VHD || Dark Fantasy AU

Summary: In a world where vampiric royals rule and fight for dominion over humankind, you were the Grand Duchess of Gresit, fighting every day for the safety and prosperity of your people. But as the wheel of fates turn and beckon you into the enshrouded dangers of vampiric high society, you have no choice but to abide - no matter the cost. Be it your happiness, or your life.

Trigger Warnings: blood/gore/violence, explicit language, arranged marriages, polyamory, adrian(alucard) and daivian(d) are half-brothers, explicit sexual content, virginity/concept of virginity loss, blood drinking, f!masturbation, m!masturbation, f!oral recieving, m!oral recieving, vaginal sex, anal sex, threesomes, period sex, sex + blood drinking, discussions of "heirs" - no pregnancy, and more. I will tag as I go. Viewer discretion advised - MDNI

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