[Fic] Castlevania | The Oldest Dog
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spindizzyDo you ever just have an idea, and you suddenly don't care how anachronistic or impractical it is? Because huh, that jumped me. (Weirdly, I'm pretty sure I started the bare bones of this fic in 2019, so BEFORE I learned how to make stuffed animals myself. Life imitates art!)
... Honestly it's so nice starting off the new year by finishing a fic from the old one, it feels a lot less "Oh god, my first fic of the year and it's this?!"
Castlevania | The Oldest Dog
G | 200 words | Dracula/Lisa | Pre-canon, spoilers for the first five minutes of episode one? | Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
drabble_zone prompt "Needles" | Humans still had more to teach him, apparently.
"What on earth have you got there?" Lisa asked, more amused than anything else. Vlad Dracula Tepes – ruler of the creatures of the night, terror of Wallachia, murderer of thousands – sheepishly handed the bag across to his pregnant wife. She turned the contents out onto her work table: fabric, a set of needles and thread tucked into a folded purse, a bag of rags, and folded pieces of paper.
"There was a woman making stuffed animals," he explained. "They seemed straightforward enough." He unfolded the paper to reveal the patterns he'd traced from the pieces she cut as they sat on her doorstep in the twilight. The woman had laughed at him, not unkindly, seeing only an excited new father – and he'd not only allowed it, but paid her for her time.
Lisa turned the patterns to read the labels he'd written next to them – a doll, a wolf, some other animals. "Darling, are you planning to make... Toys?"
"A doctor informed me that children couldn't be trusted with mechanisms until they were older."
The doctor in question laughed, and Dracula would do anything, even play at being mortal, to keep that joy on her face.
... Honestly it's so nice starting off the new year by finishing a fic from the old one, it feels a lot less "Oh god, my first fic of the year and it's this?!"
Castlevania | The Oldest Dog
G | 200 words | Dracula/Lisa | Pre-canon, spoilers for the first five minutes of episode one? | Written for
drabble_zone prompt "Needles" | Humans still had more to teach him, apparently. "What on earth have you got there?" Lisa asked, more amused than anything else. Vlad Dracula Tepes – ruler of the creatures of the night, terror of Wallachia, murderer of thousands – sheepishly handed the bag across to his pregnant wife. She turned the contents out onto her work table: fabric, a set of needles and thread tucked into a folded purse, a bag of rags, and folded pieces of paper.
"There was a woman making stuffed animals," he explained. "They seemed straightforward enough." He unfolded the paper to reveal the patterns he'd traced from the pieces she cut as they sat on her doorstep in the twilight. The woman had laughed at him, not unkindly, seeing only an excited new father – and he'd not only allowed it, but paid her for her time.
Lisa turned the patterns to read the labels he'd written next to them – a doll, a wolf, some other animals. "Darling, are you planning to make... Toys?"
"A doctor informed me that children couldn't be trusted with mechanisms until they were older."
The doctor in question laughed, and Dracula would do anything, even play at being mortal, to keep that joy on her face.
