#castlevania reader inserts

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Olrox with a surrogate daughter

Olrox didn't know how this came to be. He kind of...just let it happen.

You were a significantly younger vampire by comparison and knowing you were without your kin struck a chord with him.

Olrox genuinely feared your lack of experience would land you in the wrong hands.

You may be an adult but you were not immune to naivety or recklessness.

Olrox knew that being fresh to immortality and otherworldly strength can breed a nasty bit of arrogance or long term planning.

Meaning, you now have fatherly lectures breathing down your neck that you never asked for. You're stuck with it. Rejoice.

I imagine Olrox is the hands off but stern type.

He respects your independence and allows you to learn through experience but is just as quick to correct ill advised behavior.

You know him. Olrox is not one for foolishness or things that waste time.

Olrox certainly wouldn't want someone he considered family to end up like Erzsebet or Drolta. Both are self absorbed power hungry monsters. Thinking to be beyond touch.

If Olrox has considered you his daughter, even if he hasn't said it explicitly, he'd want you to be confident but level headed.

Olrox is more than encouraging of strong women.

But there was a difference between strong and delusions of grander.

Knowing your limits was key.

Thankfully, you listened to Olrox.

Mostly.

You see, it was odd to have this old man coming from nowhere and suddenly treating you like he raised you.

You appreciated the effort but it was...weird.

It'd take years before you would actually be used to it and fully reciprocate.

Even if it was unspoken.

Olrox may have even thought of a family ages ago but...well, tragedy tended to halt that possibility. And the death of his lover hadn't helped.

Olrox may have even had siblings but evidently lost them. His people were a sore spot.

I don't think Olrox is naturally maternal. In fact, he's more of a cool uncle.

But his fondness for you speaks volumes in his actions.

Protection, conversation, banter, sharing food, nagging you to feed, etc.

Olrox loves you, undoubtedly.

So...seeing you upset is not something he favors.

Olrox noticed almost immediately. You were quiet. Not necessarily avoiding him but not eager to stick to his side as usual, either. You got what you needed done and carried on.

Olrox gave you the space to be alone for a while.

But he inevitably sat down beside you.

He said nothing. Just offered you the opportunity to voice your concerns.

You didn't.

You broke down.

In seconds, you were in Olrox's arms with him cradling your head. He shushed you and urged you to breathe.

Olrox honestly didn't care if you spoke or just cried. Whatever was troubling you wouldn't for long if he could help it.

Olrox wiped your tears and joined your foreheads.

Others would make the mistake of thinking the intensity in his green eyes indicated anger. But you saw past the sterness and saw the promise.

The protective love that said, however silently, that nothing would reach you under his watch. That he was here. Always.

Dracula

Dracula absolutely thought that you were being beyond dramatic about your werewolf form.

There's not many things he hasn't seen in his many years of living. That includes watching his own kind and humanity alike partake in less than dignified behavior.

If he didn't bat an eye at you being a werewolf, why would he care if you're a bit off during a full moon?

As prideful as he is, Dracula is aware of his own flaws that might be received negatively.

Dracula is swift in his insistence that nothing you do will make him think less of you, regardless of how dumb you may act.

However, it doesn't deter you from ducking and running from him whenever you feel your bad habits spike.

And during a full moon?

Forget it. Dracula would have to use his entire castle to find you. Even then, you seemingly find endless ways to dodge him in a new hiding spot whenever that cursed rock in the sky got too big.

Dracula kept his patience. He never snaps at you or tries dragging you back. At most he sighs and leaves you be until it's over.

Though it does come to a point where it's ridiculous. He hardly sees you and that bothers him.

If you're his partner, obviously he wants you within arms reach. He gets lonely in that big castle and seeing you on edge aches at him.

If you're longterm friends, it hurts just a bit you don't trust him enough to see every side of you.

Dracula inevitably follows you on a full moon.

Try as you might, you couldn't shake him this time. He planned ahead, the bastard.

Dracula is tired of this and he just wants to know you're doing okay.

You duck into an area after your transformation completed, one with a reflection. You thought you outran Dracula.

You were wrong.

Though, your little canine brain didn't even register the vampire behind you. It was more keen on feeling offended at the one staring back at you in a puddle of water.

You growled at it, further offended by it mirroring your action.

You found yourself pouncing on the puddle to "attack" it but the splash aggravated you more. Was this other wolf mocking you?

You scurried around and wound up in a cycle of trying to sneak up on the puddle and being splashed again.

Dracula blinked, watching you. He heard about your behavior during this time from how much you wanted to avoid him seeing you like this but experiencing it was nevertheless...amusing.

He's seen this from normal pups all the time. Was this really what you were worried about? Honestly.

Dracula was amazed you had the energy to do this to dawn.

By the time you regained your senses and turned, you saw Dracula smiling and leaning against the cave wall.

You were flushed and soaked to the bone. And were now contemplating withering away in here forever.

"The baths are open whenever you are ready for them. Do try to wipe your feet before entering the castle when you return instead of rolling on it."

You threw a rock at him before curling up on the cave ground as he laughed, desperately wishing you were the size of an ant.

Dracula chuckled and simply sat beside you, patting your head. Yup. You were stuck with him until night fell. Great.

The entire time, though, he just sat in silence and let you recover from your mortification.

Once it was night again, Dracula removed his cape and picked you up, deaf to any protests.

"I don't mind if you go a bit feral. I'm no stranger to it myself. But do try not harming yourself in the process." Dracula says, referring to the few cuts you had from running into some sticks and dirt.

Dracula emphasized his concern by hugging you a bit closer. You feel his hair tickle your eye.

"What helps is having a companion present to chaperone."

Yup. You weren't getting out of this. Fantastic.

Alucard

You know you're not getting away from him, right?

While I think Dracula may just watch you fumble to avoid him during a full moon with reluctant patience until following out of concern, Alucard...

Well by comparison, he's far more playful than his father.

By no means is he impatient. He knows what it is like having certain instincts against his will. And unlike him, you don't have the benefit of being coherent in your wolf form.

Alucard harbors sympathy, rest assured. And he won't do anything that will cause you serious distress.

That being said, good luck getting rid of him for this.

Alucard won't follow you. But he somehow knows exactly where to be when it's over.

Bath, fresh clothes and a snarky remark about your moon cycle.

"Rough night?"

"Bite me."

It's embarrassing. He knows you like the back of his hand.

You don't know what's worse, the prospect of him seeing your stupidity first hand or him just smugly appearing in the aftermath to comfort you. Every time.

You've done a decent job staying away from Alucard when a full moon rises. But unfortunately, lady luck ran out when it sprung on you in a situation where you couldn't excuse yourself.

In seconds, you were running around Alucard's legs and challenging him.

When he didn't rise to it, you caught a glimpse of your reflection in a mirror. You growled, barked, bared your teeth.

This went on for hours.

"I think you've made your point to them, love." Alucard smiles as he watches you.

Of course, you just kept snarling at your own face.

"Yes, I know. How dare they?"

He patted your head and somehow leads you away from your reflection until you were safely tucked away.

Dawn broke. Alucard was just smiling down at you with his chin in his palm as you woke.

"Personally, I do think that glass could stand to lower taxes-"

A pillow hit his face.

Trevor

Not amused.

You have several responsibilities and not to mention, literal monsters running amok.

Who in their right mind would waste their time to pet every animal they see? You, apparently.

Trevor has lost count of the amount of times he had his whip ready for an attack, expecting you to cover his back, only for you to crouch.

"Rabbit."

Trevor blinked. "What? What are you-"

Trevor turned and grimaced.

You were stroking a little sniffing mammal that seemed eager for the vegetables you were carrying.

"Rabbit." That was all you said.

Trevor would have killed you if he wasn't distracted.

Trevor breathed and just decided to let the moment pass as usual.

But then you ran off to cuddle a snake on the way back.

And held a grasshopper.

Then a lizard.

When you stared at a beaver, Sypha had to hold him back.

"Leave her be."

'Leave her be', she says.

Right.

Trevor made the attempt. But then you came back with a rabbit in your arms and a gecko on your head.

"Put them back-"

"These are our new friends now-"

"PUT THEM BACK!"

You weren't listening.

Trevor found you asleep with them that night.

You were feeding them and keeping them clean. You already named them both. This was going to be chaos.

Trevor complained constantly as he bathed the rabbit whenever you weren't around.

Sypha understood his frustration but couldn't help but find it endlessly funny. He was caring for animals he never asked for because he was too much of a softie to release them without your knowledge.

You kept up with your habits no matter how much Trevor groaned.

You went and pet a cow, about to open your mouth.

"If you try leading that thing with us, it's going in a stew."

You huff. Heartless bastard.

Thankfully for Trevor's blood pressure, Sypha can talk you down when this habit gets too much.

Alucard

Alucard feels like he's caring for a pet himself.

No offense.

Alucard loves that you're so affectionate with other living things.

Most don't bother or think of animals as beneath them.

However, he's concerned about your health.

You can't just pick up random animals and expect to remain unscathed every time.

You had your collar grabbed when you tried.

Alucard smiles whenever you get weird looks.

"That's just how she is."

You came back with a banana slug and everyone refused to be within a hundred feet of you.

You rolled your eyes at their dramatics and simply held the little thing.

Alucard stayed close.

"You realize you aren't touching anything without putting both hands in water and salt, right?"

You pouted. "It's a slug. Not a nightcreature. Geez."

Alucard doesn't heed that and will drag you kicking and screaming to a barrel.

He's found you huddling with hippos.

He wasn't taking chances.

Richter

Your habit was great for rounding up horses.

Not so much for your attention span.

Or the party's safety.

Richter loves seeing you caring for animals. But that's when the stakes are down.

Though he won't lie. He has gotten some valuable knowledge out of your fixation.

If Richter needed to fend off a wolf, he's learned humane ways to calm it down or to sedate it if necessary.

Richter has gotten lucky with a few creatures with certain animalistic traits.

Granted, they usually weren't one to one. But he's been able to find some strategy out of it nevertheless.

You were so smart yet so stupid.

No. You are not going to hug that honey badger.

Get back here!

Richter has spoken and stopped mid sentence to scold you without even turning more than what is considered sane.

Richter had to do a double take when you returned with an anteater one day.

Where did you even-?!

"This is Earl Bugsworth."

No. It's not. Stop this insanity.

Leave it to you to find a practical use for them so you didn't have to give them up, though.

Earl Bugsworth certainly trimmed the fat with pests. And you were proud. Both of your new friend and your successful scheme.

When Annette and Maria points to the ludicrous situation, Richter just ends up laughing.

He didn't want to.

So how do you think Alucard would deal with him being in his wolf form. He meets a new reader and instead of being creeped out there is a wolf here. Reader is like “Hello. Would like some meat? You’re a handsome boy”. Attempts to stroke the wolf. Either he jump scares them by transforming suddenly or the others tell reader while reader is gently patting the wolf “that’s a person”. “You’re joking?… oh… this is awkward”?

Alucard reacting to a reader who mistakes him for an actual wolf

You blinked at the large canine in the distance.

It was a pretty looking wolf. Odd. But pretty nevertheless.

You had a soft spot for animals and you couldn't deny this one was a cutie.

Otherworldly, even.

You could hardly believe the wolf was real. But the breathing and fixed gaze was proof enough.

You smiled, ignoring the urging of others around you to come back. You noticed a bit of blood on the wolf's claws but it didn't deter you.

You figured it had been hunting and it's catch managed to escape. You read up on countless species and you could tell at a glance based on size and bone structure that this little darling was a male.

You reached into your bag for a piece of meat you purchased at the market. It was costly but you had plenty and didn't mind sharing.

You were encouraged by the wolf's shockingly docile demeanor and lack of growling. No signs of waiting to pounce you, either. He just...blinked.

You held out the slab of meat. "Hey, there. What are you doing all the way out here, big guy? Lost a meal, huh? That sucks. Go on. I don't mind. You're a very handsome boy."

The wolf blinked, seemingly unimpressed. But hey, it was better than him biting your hand off.

You laughed. Anything an animal did, you found cute. Regardless if it showed interest in you or not. The wolf not really being all that receptive didn't discourage you.

Perhaps he was too prideful to accept help from a person or didn't understand you were giving him food.

The wolf was so cute, in fact, you actively retracted and held out your hand repeatedly. A battle with yourself to not pet this wild animal.

But...He was so adorable-

"Please refrain from petting me."

You turned to stone. A voice.

A voice you had no time to react to because of how flabbergasted you were. By the time you had collected yourself, a ethereal looking man towered over you.

You couldn't speak. He blinked at you. He adjusted the sword on his hip and nonchalantly fixed his cape.

Eventually, he spoke again. "Did your parents never teach you to not approach wild beasts?"

Okay. First, the wolf spoke...now he was lecturing you.

Your brain and body simply weren't working.

The man sighed. "I suppose not. Count yourself lucky I wasn't a feral one and saw your approach as a challenge."

A few seconds more passed before you finally gained your bearings.

"You're...a person?"

"Clearly."

You gaped. You looked him over. It didn't take long for it to click who exactly you were talking to.

"Oooooh."

Alucard blinked, unimpressed. "Yes. Please be more-"

"MAN, I WISH I COULD DO THAT!"

You were suddenly bouncing around the vampire in a circle.

Apparently, you had no survival skills around blood sucking humanoids, either.

Alucard tried to tell you this but he couldn't get a word in. You were too excited. He sighed and just allowed you to ramble around him with an exasperated expression. Onlookers laughed at the ludicrous sight.

You were asking him questions about if every aspect of his autonomy and biology changed when he was a wolf or did he just get the strength of a predator.

Even if Alucard wanted to answer, you were talking too fast.

Alucard was resigned to just sitting with his head in his palm as you talked his ear off.

Unfortunately for him, Richter and Annette eventually found him and snorted into their fists at what Alucard was being subjected to.

"Not a word."

Alucard really couldn't understand why you were behaving like a child that found a rare jewel. You just...were obsessed with animals? Was the fact he was a vampire inconsequential or contributed to your excitement?

Either way, he was getting a migraine.

By some miracle, you did relax. Alucard breathed. You apologized and giggled, saying you just really liked animals. Yeah. He noticed.

Alucard knew he wasn't escaping a friendship with you, try as he might.

Alucard got used to you. He sat with you when he could and even took an interest in your research.

When you're close enough, he might even transform and lay on your lap.

You didn't miss the opportunity as your hand found his ears. "So, you are a good boy?"

Alucard responding to your stupid nicknames

He finds it hilarious, honestly.

Though Alucard doesn't exactly say that.

He doesn't just want to reward your bad jokes with laughter. Oh, no.

Alucard has to make you beg for his acknowledgement. Both because he likes seeing you try so much and just to be difficult.

Also because Alucard is curious as to how many combinations you can come up with.

Everyone else is long past tired of your low effort humor. Some have even suggested slaying you in Alucard's name to make it stop.

Alucard brushes it off with a smile and receives so many confused looks.

Don't worry. If someone starts throwing things at you, Alucard is the first to catch it.

He'll laugh at the collective "boos" but will not tolerate physical harm.

Once you call him something like "mandrian", it's an all out war.

You've moved on from mood based puns and all it took was him eating wrong food at the wrong time. Aka, in front of you.

Get ready for a back and forth of cheesy name related puns that has others groaning and rethinking their place in the universe.

Everyone is at their wits end. Please stop.

But of course you don't stop. Not when Alucard is finally joining in on the bandwagon.

It gets to a point where Alucard uses a pun only someone who has lived really long could make up. It's either crickets of confusion or your fellow vampires looking unimpressed with what he's referencing.

You, on the other hand, he can rely on to always giggle.

"What have you turned me into?"

"It's a little late for regrets. Deal with it."

Your jokes may be juvenile and rather uninspired but hey...

Maybe something abt Olrox reassuring transmasc reader hes very masculine and handsome? Also!!! Perhaps smth of just comfort cuddling. And general gender confirming care :'D

Olrox comforting his Trans companion on his period (Warning: Dysphoria and self depreciation)

It doesn't take long for Olrox to realize that this time of the month was upon you.

You had been walking stiffly, wincing despite trying to look composed, the smell of blood in the air.

Olrox put it together and really didn't need to say anything.

Instead, Olrox laid you down and got some warm water and towels.

Any protests fell on deaf ears. Olrox wasn't having it.

It was one thing if you were the type to have a painless monthly cycle. He would leave you to your own devices and will only intervene if you request him to. At most, he'll make sure you're bathing.

But you're in pain and he doesn't exactly fancy the idea of coming home to you collapsed on the floor.

So here you were, laying on a pillow and staring at the ceiling while Olrox was busy preparing accommodations for you. You smelt the faint scent of ginger. Though, honestly, you could hardly enjoy the aroma or the quiet.

All you could focus on was the blood flowing out of you.

The sensation was making your skin ripple, the faint scent of copper turned your stomach and your spike of a desire to be held brought down a hammer of shame that was all too familiar.

Why would you need comfort from something like this? It was just a bit of bleeding and pain. Why would you deserve that comfort, anyway?

Look at you. Under those covers, you were grimey, disheveled and stinking up your good friend's bed with something that he shouldn't even be dealing with.

Who cares that he was desensitized to the sight or smell by virtue of being a vampire? What? Did you think it was a plus for him to put up with you?

Most men didn't deal with this. It was you that was dealing with this. That's right. Just you and your misshapen-

"You could have just called for me.", Olrox's voice cut through all of your self depreciation.

It took a few moments for you to register the little cloth gliding on your wet cheeks. You blinked before averting your eyes. Great. Now you were losing it on him, too.

"Well. That's what the towels and ginger are for. Here.", Olrox carefully sat you up., "Drink slowly and try not to jostle yourself."

Olrox handed you a warm beverage after setting the compress on your abdomen.

You drank in silence for a moment before caving to Olrox's expectant gaze.

You sighed.

"I feel like garbage."

Olrox kept a neutral expression.

"I'm bleeding and needy and..." You pause, unable to resist curling into yourself. "And just look at me."

"I am."

You huffed. "You don't understand-"

"I don't." Olrox says. "I don't understand what it is like to be so fundamentally at war with yourself and your own body. In this sense, at least. I'm never going to feel that weight others put on you for a form you never asked for and all the rigid expectations that come with it. But you know what I see?"

You blink as you felt Olrox's hand on your head as he pulled you closer.

"A very handsome man that I am able to call a friend."

You sighed. "I'm not-"

"I will not be taking criticisms at this time, sir."

Olrox smirks at your pout. "You don't believe me? How cold of you."

"I'm not going to wring out all this insecurity in a night, Olrox."

Olrox hummed, rubbing your shoulder. True. You had a lot to say. A lot to think. Well...

I also love the whole lavender marriage thing, but I respect the commitment to gender neutrality <3 I really enjoy your page!!

Olrox being in a lavender marriage with his Best friend!Fem!Reader in the Modern Era

I don't know much about lavender marriages outside of a basic definition so please forgive and feel free to correct any mistakes.

This is more than likely something you two thought about for ages.

Both of you have seen queer history in real time from so many angles and have fallen in and out of love with your respective partners along the way.

The most consistent thing with either of you was each other.

Even if you separated temporarily for a variety of reasons, you always found one another again.

Spotting Olrox always gave you a sense of security and normalcy. Regardless of how crazy things got. Seeing your best friend put you at ease.

Now Olrox is a very pragmatic individual. He doesn't pick fights where he doesn't need to. Still, that won't change the fact both humans and vampires alike have crippling pride that causes them endless conflict.

You both have seen and participated in your fairshare of bloodshed and shifts in politics.

Through it all, Olrox has been concerned with your well-being.

He doesn't really say it explicitly but you can tell that any unwanted attention you get from men, the pressures of childbearing, demeaning of your strength or competence, and of course- your preference for women being a constant regardless of how much it lessens overtime- gnaws at him.

You've caught the subtle shift in his eyes when anyone gives you a hard time more than you can possibly hope to count. Whether or not they end up dead varies.

Most wouldn't catch it as Olrox tends to express a quiet confidence in your sharp tongue and experience with combat but he worries about you all the time.

The world is not kind to women, much less queer women, and he does not want to condescend but he knows he can't fully leave your side or relax either.

You have similar concerns about him. Being a queer man of color has kept its challenges regardless of how much being a vampire minimizes it.

Sure he could behead or drain the blood of some rich asshole who gets too sure of their ability to look down on or attack Olrox.

But that won't account for all the times Olrox has just wanted to scream at the top of his lungs.

Your beloved is a composed and proud man and doesn't want to give anyone the satisfaction of being the one to get under his skin. But even he requires your massages, soft whispers, hand kisses, and pillows to cry into.

When you weren't fighting off Belmonts and slicing other vampires that were on an opposing side, you were giving each and every homophobe or racist an earful or uh...giving an ex of his a mysterious trip somewhere.

More than that, Olrox felt he always had someone to come back to.

Someone who he can relay old stories to, spend lazy days in bed with, wear ludicrous garments with just to get a smile, or someone to say "yes, mom" to when reminded to feed every now and again.

It was more reassuring than any romance he found no matter how much he treasured his partners. It was you. You. That he saw. Every time.

You felt the same. You had your girlfriends, your friends, acquaintances. But none of them were your beloved Olrox.

It was unfair, you supposed. Both of you had centuries of bonding. Even if you met vampires of similar age, you two just had something that couldn't quite match your life long best friend.

It was around the 20th-21st century when Olrox had been shopping around. Just a day of getting new jewelry. He stumbled upon a ring that reminded him so much of you. Better yet, it was a pair.

Olrox purchased it but didn't quite do anything with it yet.

He came home to you and you were sitting in your pj's, just watching TV. You beckoned him over enthusiastically and he gave a lopsided grin before complying.

You went on about how cool it was you found places where older cartoons haven't faded into obscurity. You rambled about My Life As A Teenage Robot and how cool the aesthetic and art direction was.

Olrox simply leaned back and listened. He laughed as you sprawled yourself over his person the second you were done.

Of course, now he was trapped and coerced into a rabbit hole of seeing a variety of things he'll never hear the end of.

This carried on with cuddles and Olrox making dinner while you took care of laundry. It's been at least a week since Olrox's purchase and he'd finally steeled himself.

You were taken to your favorite all hour hangout spot. Or sat down for a meal with just the two of you at home.

You had a feeling Olrox was planning something but the crafty bastard kept his lips sealed.

After some fun, chatter and Olrox treating you, he popped the question.

You blinked.

"Huh?"

Olrox smirked. "Papers. Rings. Do the math, love."

"You're...really asking?"

Olrox shrugs, his smirk never leaving as his chin rested in his palm. "You can say no. I really won't care. We're already stuck together either way."

"Hey. I'm a perfectly pleasant glue."

Olrox chuckles. "That you are. And you needn't concern yourself. I spent too much money on these rings just to return them. You are more than welcome to keep it."

You smile tenderly at that. "You know it's funny..."

"What is?"

You facepalmed, laughing and lifting a small box.

Olrox blinked. "You didn't..."

"I did..."

"In this economy? You mad woman." Olrox gaped.

You burst into laughter. "Hey. We have centuries of savings and are constantly updating our bank account. Lay off."

"Fuck's sake. You are lucky you took up a successful career." Olrox sighs. Though he was clearly more amused than anything. "So? Yes?"

You shrug with a smile. "Yes."

"What will we do with two sets of rings?" Olrox blinked.

"Alternate?"

"Deal."

Based on your preferences, you two either eloped or threw a wedding with your own chosen theme. Either way, it felt right. You had fun.

No kisses outside of you giving Olrox a big smooch on the cheek in a photo as you embraced.

I'm calling you two being confused as hell with each bit of modern technology every time it happened. You both are so old and give off retired grandparents energy. Smartphones were a nightmare.

"Why must these images move so incessantly?"

A much younger person would have to step to explain the full history of the touchscreen. Pity them. You two were hopeless for ages.

Olrox will openly call you his wife with his whole chest.

"My intelligent, beautiful wife-"

"Wait, your wife?"

"-Yes. Don't interrupt. Anyway..."

Olrox is a shit stirrer and loves confusing the hell out of people. You two still do matching outfits and piggybacks. You have all the energy of newlyweds no matter how long it's been, without the romance.

"We just took a vacation in the Caribbean and the moon was full, we watched the stars, had drinks. It was lovely."

"But you aren't a couple??"

Olrox smirks. "Yes."

"But...you're married."

"Yes."

"Olrox. Stop breaking straight people's brains."

"Never."

Naturally, if you choose to have relationships with others, it's entirely up to you. You don't even really have to tell Olrox you're interested in someone. It's not really his business. He's open to hear you gush, though.

And if you simply aren't ready or are still in the closet, there's always your home you can come to. Especially if things aren't safe for however long.

Regardless, you are happy and warm with your lavender husband with his wardrobe of pj's living up to his namesake and silly dragon slippers.