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Where You Belong	By : anniechan Category: +A through F > CastleVania Views: 1747 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Castlevania, Joachim Armster, or Walter Bernhard, and I do not make any money from these writings.

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Author’s Notes: It’s been a long time since I’ve written for Castlevania, and just as long a time since I wrote an adult fanfic. I haven’t played it in a while, but I recently came across some gorgeous fanart of some of the characters, and it got the gears in my head turning. There’s a story I’ve been meaning to write for quite some time now, regarding Joachim being changed into a vampire. Yes, I’ve written a story about that before, but this one is of an entirely different premise. I find “Fallen Angel” to be rather amateurish, to be honest, and I hope this one shows how I’ve grown as a writer.
This story contains both male-female and male-male sex, as well as rape, violence, blood, and psychological pain. If you don’t like any of that, I suggest you find some other story to read.
Castlevania, Joachim Armster, and Walter Bernhard belong to Konami and any other copyright holders. I’m just briefly borrowing these two gorgeous men for my own twisted purposes.

Where You Belong

By Annie-chan

Chapter One: Harmony

A breeze blew by as a young man stepped out into the sunlight, squinting slightly and shielding his eyes with his hand against the glare.

Viscount Joachim Armster, his blond hair lifting in the gentle gust, blinked rapidly as his eyes adjusted to the greater brightness of the outside. It was early afternoon, so the sun was still high in the sky, and few clouds were present to shade the world below.

He absently swirled the goblet of red wine he had recently poured for himself. His wife was laboring in their bedchambers, attended to by a midwife and her apprentice. Joachim had been quickly herded from the premises, as it was a gross impropriety for a man to be present during childbirth. That was several hours ago, and though the young nobleman looked calm and collected on the outside, he was beyond anxious on the inside. It had become unbearable to the point where he had resorted to the wine cellar to calm down. He had no intention of drunkenness—he abhorred the loss of control that came with intoxication—but he needed something to relax him, and some wine would at least help him to do so, he hoped.

He knew very little about childbirth and all that went with it. It wasn’t something a man would be knowledgeable in, after all. However, he did know that it was extremely painful to go through, and there was a very real possibility of the mother, the baby, or both of them dying during the process. His wife Revekka was an inarguably healthy woman, but even the most robust of mothers could die during childbirth if something were to go wrong. He leaned on the railing of the balcony, worrying for his wife and the unborn babe.

A town could be seen in the distance, roofs and chimneys making up a jagged black outline against the blue horizon. It was the village of Sibiu, a settlement built on the edge of the lands that had belonged to Joachim’s family for some time now. Many of the villagers worked on the Armster estate, supplying the labor needed to maintain the crops and herds of animals that made up the estate’s income, as well as the manor house itself. As it was just after midday, he could see field hands working to rid the rows of grain and vegetables of weeds and pests, as well as a herd of goats and a herd of sheep mingling in the main pasture as they grazed, the shepherds keeping watch close by. It was a serene picture, and if he weren’t currently preoccupied with the matter of his wife’s wellbeing, Joachim would have enjoyed the lovely day.

“Father?” a small voice said behind him, and he jumped, startled. Wine sloshed out of the glass and splattered on the ground. Luckily, none got on the young lord’s clothing.

“Minka!” he gasped, realizing that it was his daughter who had spoken. The four-year-old looked up at him, her dark brown eyes glimmering with anxiety. “What is it, my girl?”

“Is Mother going to be all right?” the child asked, her lower lip quivering visibly. “I can hear her screaming through the door, but they won’t let me in.”

Joachim tried to suppress a flinch at the mention of his wife’s suffering, though he wasn’t entirely successful.

“Is Mother going to die?” The little girl brought her small hands up to her eyes, tears beginning to fall.

“NO!” Joachim burst out before he could stop himself, making his daughter shrink back. “No,” he said again after regaining his composure. He set the goblet on the balcony railing and beckoned the child toward him, crouching down to her level when she obeyed. “No, dear, Mother isn’t dying. You know how Mother’s belly has been growing bigger these past few months?”

“Mmhm,” Minka nodded, sniffling.

“And remember that we told you it was because a baby was growing inside of her?”

“Mmhm.”

“Well, it’s now time for the baby to be born, and that’s what’s happening right now.”

“But why is Mother screaming?” the girl asked, hiccupping as she tried to control her tears. “It sounds like she’s hurting really badly!”

“She is,” her father replied, laying a gentle hand on her small shoulder. His voice and eyes were sad. “It is a very painful process for a child to be born. A pain greater than any other, some say.”

“So, why aren’t you with her? Why aren’t you helping her, if she’s in so much pain?” A spark of accusation flitted through her eyes.

Joachim couldn’t contain his blush at the idea of him participating in a birth. Managing not to stammer, he answered, “It’s a private matter, Minka, and men aren’t allowed to take part in it. They wouldn’t let me in even if I pounded on the door and demanded that they open it. It’s why they won’t let you in, either. Children would just get in the way. We can’t see Mother until it’s over and the baby is born. I’m sorry, but…that’s just how it is.”

“Oh,” his daughter said simply, looking down.

“Come now, stop crying,” he said, squeezing her shoulder. He managed to smile encouragingly. “Mother will be all right. I know she will be. She gave birth to you, and she was just fine after that.” Though that was true, he couldn’t get rid of his fear that this second birthing may not go so smoothly…if “smooth” could be used to describe the act of parturition, which he wasn’t very sure of.

Pulling the little girl into a firm hug, he gently rubbed her back as her sniffling tapered down, letting her bury her face in his tunic front. He often comforted his daughter like this, be it from scrapes and bruises or a sudden fright at seeing a spider or some other grotesque creature.

“There,” he said when she was calm again. “Are you feeling better?”

“Mmhm,” she nodded, stepping back from him. “Thank you, Father.”

“Run along and play now,” he said as he ruffled her curly brown hair. She looked so much like Revekka. “Don’t worry about Mother. She’ll be just fine.”

After a few coaxing reassurances, he managed to send his daughter on her way, seeking out her usual playmates. He stood as she disappeared into the house, reaching for the wine goblet. If only I could convince myself of that so easily, he thought, drinking the bittersweet liquid.

The goblet sat empty on the railing for some time after he had drained it, and he had just decided to go refill it when the midwife’s apprentice came dashing out onto the balcony, gasping for breath. She must have run all the way from the bedchambers.

“My lord, your son is born, and he’s as strong as any babe I’ve yet seen!” the young girl cried, nearly giddy with excitement. She had assisted her teacher in a number of births before now, but the birth of the lord of the manor’s heir was a grand occasion, something to be celebrated.

“A son!” Joachim exclaimed, his heart leaping at the news that the child was not only healthy, but a male. He adored his daughter, that was beyond a doubt, but he had a duty to both his family and his estate to produce a male heir, and that duty was now fulfilled. His elation was quickly tainted, however, with anxiety for the mother. He grabbed the girl’s shoulders, almost shaking her in his need to know. “And my wife, is she well?!”

“Very well, my lord! There were times when she struggled greatly, but the babe is finally born and she is resting as we speak. She is very tired from her ordeal.”

Joachim let out a great sigh of relief, feeling as if a mighty stag were stepping off his shoulders. His Revekka was well, and newborn boy was strong and healthy. It was as good an outcome as he could have hoped for. “Thank you, lass. You and your mistress will be well paid for your services.” With that, he hurried off into the house, making his way toward his chambers. The baby must be only minutes old, but he’d be damned if he let them keep him out now.

The door was ajar when he got there, perhaps hanging open from when the apprentice midwife had sprinted through to deliver Joachim the news of his son’s arrival. He pushed through into the sitting room, almost bumping into some maidservants as they carried out what appeared to be soiled bedclothes. One of them yelped in surprise, almost dropping her load, but Joachim paid them no mind, continuing on into the bedchamber.

The midwife was just gathering up the tools of her trade, looking tired but happy. The birth had been successful, thanks to her expertise, and the child born was very important, being the new Armster heir. She was obviously proud of her accomplishment, though Joachim noted that there didn’t seem to be any smugness in that satisfaction.

The young master thanked her for her services, bidding her to wait with her apprentice in the main dining hall. He would send a message to the estate’s treasurer about their payment in the meantime, as well as one to the kitchen to get them something to eat. He knew that they were likely hungry after the long task of assisting a woman in labor.

As the midwife left, he hurried over to the bedside. Revekka lay peacefully in the large bed, her eyes closed in sleep. He could tell from her face that she was exhausted, but his heart lifted at the sight of her taking much-needed rest. He could only imagine how difficult labor could be, and despite his wife’s good health, her strength seemed completely drained from the ordeal. A small bundle rested in her arms, and as he sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, he saw it squirm slightly, then go still. Leaning over, he beheld his son for the first time.

The babe, like all newborns, was pink and somewhat wrinkled, his delicate skin still flushed with the strain of being born. His eyes were closed like his mother’s, and Joachim detected the slight rise and fall of his tiny lungs.

“I’m proud of you, my dear,” he whispered, leaning up to place a gentle kiss on his wife’s forehead. He removed his boots and, as carefully as he could, climbed over her to recline on the other side of the bed, watching the woman and child sleep.

Brushing an errant curl of hair out of her face, Joachim gazed fondly upon his lady wife. He considered himself exceptionally fortunate that he had fallen in love with her. The two of them been betrothed to each other upon her birth, soon after Joachim’s second birthday. The two families, the Armsters and the Zollens, sought to strengthen their alliance by marrying their respective progeny. As they lived on neighboring estates, the two of them had spent much time with each other growing up, and over time had grown very attached to one another. Both had enthusiastically accepted their betrothal, but this was far from the norm. He was very aware that many of his peers had hardly known their wives before marriage, if they knew them at all, and a good number of those marriages were strictly for political or convenience reasons. Infidelity brought about by these loveless unions was more common than anyone would like to admit, though the thought of unfaithfulness to his own wife was the last thing on Joachim’s mind. His situation was rare, and he thanked God every day for his good fortune.

He smiled nostalgically as he remembered their indifference to the custom of virginity until their wedding night. Their first tumble had been in a small copse of bushes on the edge of the main pasture, the fourteen- and sixteen-year-olds giggling giddily at the illicitness of their tryst. Over the following months, whenever one of them visited the other’s home, they managed to sneak off for at least one bout of lovemaking.

It wasn’t until the preparation for their wedding was well underway that they were found out, and only then because the fifteen-year-old Revekka found herself with child. The two youths found themselves on the receiving end of a very stern lecture from all four of their parents, Revekka’s father calling him a scamp and a scoundrel for deflowering his daughter before she was made a wife. The fact that they were already meant to marry each other mitigated the situation, however, and the two of them got away with it relatively unpunished. Because of Revekka’s pregnancy, the wedding was moved up dramatically. Though much of the intended preparations had to be done without, it was still a grand affair, the population of the surrounding lands coming together to celebrate the union of the two noble families. The festivities went long into the night, well after the bride and groom had retired to the wedding bed to “consummate” their marriage. Joachim had been gentle, mindful of the fact that she was with child, and his heart had swelled the next morning upon the realization that the woman he woke up next to wasn’t just his betrothed, but his wife. God had blessed them profoundly, and he had murmured a breathless prayer of thanks while Revekka slept on beside him.

A sleepy sigh broke him out of his fond memories, and he looked into his wife’s face to find that she was awake, her eyelids heavy with her recent exertion.

“My lord,” she smiled tiredly, reaching out to him. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“The Devil himself couldn’t keep me from your side,” he replied, taking her hand and meshing their fingers together. “I came as soon as I heard it was over. I couldn’t bear being away from you any longer. I had to see for myself that you and the babe were all right.”

Her smile brightened. “You always did worry too much, my husband. You know I would never leave you.”

“That is not always for us to decide,” he reminded her quietly, squeezing her hand. “The Lord may take one of us away at any moment.”

“Yes, that is true,” she concurred, shifting to sit up against the pillows. “Your son,” she said, holding the sleeping child out to him.

“Our son,” Joachim corrected, accepting the tiny boy into his arms and taking his first good look at his heir. Then he smiled. “He’s perfect. I’m so proud of you, Revekka. You did very well. Very well, indeed.” He leaned toward his wife again, catching her behind the neck and kissing her. It was gentle and affectionate, yet she could sense just how deep the love was behind the kiss, and she melted into his touch.

Pulling away after a moment, Joachim shifted closer to her, lying beside her and cradling the infant between them. He watched her serenely as she drifted back into sleep, her head resting on his shoulder. He smiled softly, nuzzling her curly hair.

“Sleep well, my love…”

To be continued...

Author’s Notes: I’m very much hoping Revekka isn’t seen as a Sue or anything like that. I’m trying to make her anything but. I mean, Joachim is referred to in the game (or at least the track list of the soundtrack) as a nobleman, and for an aristocrat in Joachim’s time to be unmarried was exceedingly rare. It was imperative that his family line be perpetuated, after all. It’s pretty much a given that he had a wife, or was at least engaged, while he was still a human. Hell, for all we know, Walter may have abducted Joachim’s wife/fiancée like he did with Leon and lured him to Eternal Night that way, opting to vampirize the bereaved man rather than kill him. It’s a plausible reason for Joachim’s hatred and rebellion against his sire. But that’s all just a theory, and it’s not what happens in this story. I’m not giving anything away before it happens.

Anyway, leave a review if you’re so inclined. If you’ve read “Fallen Angel,” I’d like to hear your opinion of how my writing style has evolved. Is it better? Worse? The same? I’m curious, so please let me know. Thanks in advance.
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