Every since you were little, you’ve always had a strange affinity for cats. No matter where you are, you seem to draw them to you. It isn’t uncommon for strays or other peoples pets to approach you when you are out and about. You’ve even watched the big cats at the zoo’s react similarly, bounding over to the glass and rubbing against it insistently.
It shouldn’t surprise anyone that you have ended up with quite a few cats living with you, having been unable to send them on their way, when they were so in need of some love. That’s what brings you here, buying a mass of cat food at 3am on a Sunday.
As you turn from the now almost empty shelf, ready to go in search of the last few items, you run straight into a broad chest. Looking up, you stammer a flustered apology, heart pounding with fright. For a moment, you could have sworn their eyes flashed, pupils pulled into slits, but the second you blinked, they were back to normal, or as normal as wine red eyes could be.
So Vlad T. Impala (otherwise known as Vlad Tepes, but that is an old name of an older time) is a modern-day Cat Lady in his free time, and he has come to pick up a particular brand of cat food.
Due to a look that feels like minutes rather than seconds, you come to the idea that he’s here to pick up a brand of cat food that’s been emptied off the shelf…and into your basket/carriage.
His wine-red eyes roam over your shoulders and sleeves, while your eyes notice the few hairs on his, matching those of a few cats you’ve given hospitality.
When your eyes meet again, he speaks.
“So, you’re the one who’s been feeding Mr. Prickles.”
You’ve never enjoyed spending much time around others, having grown sick of having your interests constantly mocked or scoffed at. Instead, you find your home amongst tales of fiction, be they read through a screen or from the pages of a well worn book. Physical books have always been your favourite though, and at the end of every day, you find yourself straying to a local cafe/bookstore, that blessedly runs well into the night. You choose the same place every time, settling into the little hidden nook by the far corner, surrounded by warmth and the scent of well worn pages.
One day however, as you sit on one of the worn couches hidden away behind the stacks in your little nook, you feel a heavy gaze land upon you. Looking up from the book resting on your knees, you meet the eyes of an intimidatingly tall and broad shouldered man, heart skipping a few beats at the quiet intensity of his red gaze. His voice is low and deep as he asks you politely if he may join you, and despite your usual response to such requests, you find yourself saying yes.
Oddly enough, it doesn’t take long for it to start feeling like him being there is how its meant to be. At first he begins to come every couple of days, silently and peacefully sharing your space, but soon enough, his presence becomes a daily expectation.
As you stand and swing your bag over your shoulder, preparing to leave one night, you pause, hesitantly offering your name. Your heart pounds heavily and you swear his strange red eyes almost seem to glow for a moment as you await his name. The man looks surprised for a moment and then deeply pleased, responding warmly with a tone that has your heart fluttering and heat rising to your cheeks.
It had been innocent enough when you first started writing them. A friend had suggested you write letters to yourself, to try and work through and understand your own feelings. Only, writing to yourself had felt stupid.
With a dry smile, you had decided to write a letter as if you were writing to Dracula himself. The idea was amusing enough, and surprisingly, you were able to be genuine with your letter, though you still didn’t express too much of how you felt.
The next day, feeling a touch of childish whimsy, you took it with you on your walk, and put it in the mailbox in town. it had no address or return address, but you thought it amusing all the same. Until a reply showed up at your doorstep a few days later.
It unnerved you at first, that someone had not only replied, but somehow known where to reply too. They seemed to have taken great care to make it realistic too, the paper of both the envelope and letter itself, feeling expensive and thick, and the writing done in elegant cursive.
After a few days, you decided that the correspondence couldn’t hurt, and so you replied to the curious letter, explaining the reason for your first, and apologising. It took only two days for a reply to come, after you had mailed yours, the same way you had before. There was acceptance there, and a tentative offer for you to continue. And continue you did.
Before you knew it, you had been writing to your stranger for over a year. Your letters with the stranger (call me Vlad, my dear) had become more personal, the two of you sharing things that you hadn’t really been able to voice before. It was nice to pretend that Vlad was real, and genuine with his stories and emotions. They chased away some of the darkness in your mind, and made you feel like you belonged, like you weren’t so lonely and detached from the world.
Not all good things could last however. Your home life was only getting worse, and despite being an adult and having a job, you knew there was few options for you, if you left.
You started to lag in your responses with Vlad, your comments becoming darker and shorter. Eventually he questioned you about it, and you admitted that things were getting worse, and that your mind was taking you to increasingly dark and dangerous places. You honestly weren’t sure how much longer you could hold on like this.
By the time his next reply came, you didn’t have it in you to check. You knew it was all a lie, something funny and amusing to pass two peoples time, but it had felt like more than that for a long time, and your foolish heart apparently didn’t know the difference either. Your replies had become prompt with each other over time, never taking more than two days to send to the other, but your mind and heart were too clouded, and your motivation had died. A few weeks passed, and the letter sat unopened still, as did two more that had arrived.
You were in the midst of a loud shouting match, or rather being shouted at, when there was a knock at the door. They cursed at you and stomped over to it, going to see who it was, while you stared blankly at the wall, tucking all the emotions away. You flinched as your name was shouted, and hesitantly made your way to the front door, wondering who the hell would be looking for you of all people.
Standing there, an umbrella held overhead to block the rain, was an incredibly tall and broad shouldered man. His pale skin stood out starkly against his expensive black suit and long black hair. Pulling his sunglasses down off his face, you found your eyes locking with the dark hellfire seeming to burn within his own. His expression softened slightly from the cold intimidating look he had held, and he gave you a small smile.
“Hello my dear….”
Looking up, I felt all colour draining from my body. “Y… you’re real,” I whispered, fear mingling with awe and euphoria in my voice as a tear fell down my face.
He gently reached a hand out, cupping my cheek as he nodded. “You thought I was…otherwise, devotchka?”
So short, but made my heart ache (in a good way). Thank you Darling.
He will mandate a painting of his beloved grandaughter at once
He wants a painting of you in every room of the castle
Much to his sons chagrin
‘Father- that’s where our family painting i-’
‘We must update it at once!’
He’s babyproofed EVERYTHING
Adrian was quite a little explorer when he was a baby so he was prepared for the worst
Baby leash
He’s got you on a baby leash
You’re just too damn adventurous and Drac ain’t getting any younger
He can’t deal with your energy sometimes
His favorite part of the day is putting you down for a nap, reading to you and rocking you
He likes how peaceful you are when you’re sleeping
He can’t handle the pure unadultrated HELL that you unleash when you are awake
You alone could destroy Wallachia
However, even if it annoys him he will defend you to the death
If you break something and Adrian scolds you Granpa Drac swoops in and scolds his son, always claiming that you didn’t know any better and that Alucard is REALLY at fault
Important! Decide to make a small preference instead of an imagine -because Castlevania is not so plenty of characters so the effort is smaller- for the request “Trevor/Alucard reaction if he have a nightmare about his s/o dying and awaking to find them sleeping on their side” . Hope it will not bother you all the change, and specially the person who sended the request ^^
Important, part 2! As usual I try to do my writing “gender – free”, if you understand me, but only for Trevor, Alucard and Sypha – Dracula has been defined as hetero by the tv show, and as I write about it, I’ll keep it this way ^^ )
Trevor – Him will awake all sweaty and nervous, more focused on find his sword to avenge his s/o death than ready to understand that this all was only a dream. On his nervousness and quick movements he will awake his partner too, but if not, he will look for his s/o as soon as he takes his sword or his whip, and when he finds his s/o deeply sleep, curled on his side as a cat, he will leave his sword and simply hug his s/o against his chest, trying to don’t awake him/her. He will stay in that position all night long, not sleeping again, because he fears that his nightmare come back.
Sypha – She will awake but making not a movement, because the fear is still placed on her brain and she is not still understanding if she is on the real world or not. She will move her hand slowly to the place she thinks her s/o is, and if by a casual is on other place, or a bit farther than she was hoping, she will open her eyes to find where really is, only to calm down when she finds him/her heavily sleeped. Then, she will try to sleep again, but getting closer to her s/o, because she needs to feel his/her body near to her to feel ok.
Alucard – Being a young vampire have benefits, as a better hearing, so when he wakes with his heart beating like a war drum because the horror of his nightmare, he will try to stay quiet to hear his s/o blood running and his/her heart pumping. If he finds the sound, he will feel better inmediatly, and even will feel a bit silly because he have believed a dream is true. Then he will cuddle near to his s/o body, maybe asking himself if he should tell him/her what have happened on the next morning, and will surrender to the sleep if he feel still tired. If not, he simply will stare at his s/o for a while, and maybe get out bed to make something special for him/her for breakfast.
Dracula – His heart was broken once, when Lisa died, so he is not ready to let any other member of his family – a blood relative or not- to die, even on dreams. So, as soon as he awakes he will not able to use his better hearing to hear his s/o heartbeat, because his nervousness wins him; instead, he will turn his head to his s/o, to realise if she is still breathing, and even putting his hand on her nose or mouth to feel the air coming in and out of her. He will then check if he have cried on dreams, because two reasons: his tears are made of blood -and that can scare anyone, even her- and he doesn’t want his s/o to find out he have a soft spot. He will not sleep too much after that, but will stay all night controlling his s/o breathing, because only that sound could calm him down, reasuring him everything is fine because she is alive.
He loves closeness with his S/O. So he actually really loves it!
Actually when walking around he always offers his arm for you to hold onto- real gentleman that way ❤
He may shove you backward a little roughly if you were in immediate danger, or use his magic to transport you to a safe place before handling a threat
Otherwise, he’s always there to protect you and will always reassure you to calm your nerves and not be so uncomfortable about minor things
Or he’ll direct you away from the thing that makes you upset while still reassuring you
TREVOR
“Holding a little tight are you Y/N?” He’ll tease you. Mercilessly. 😛
It’s in good jest though because he understands you’re shy and often get nervous, especially given…his livelihood
If this is in a social situation he steps up towards the threat to kinda scare it off, like staring down a rude man or telling them off while keeping you slightly behind him
Practically speaking tho he’ll direct you with his other hand like, “Best you get behind me love, I’m going to need both arms. Stick back with Sypha.”
ALUCARD
In a social situation he’ll use his other hand to pet one of your hands clinging to his arm, trying to silently reassure you and calm down
In a more combat oriented situation he’ll look at you sternly and say, “Stay back, Y/N. Far back.”
In a serious situation he might shove you back like his dad but generally he’ll be more likely to turn his whole body to protect you this way, until he can get you to appropriate safety
Toad's Cave 