catarsis96 - Tulipanes De La Escritura
Tulipanes De La Escritura

Amo leer, me encanta el anime, series y muchas cosas más, 27 años, espero poder escribir algo pronto por aquí, mexicana. I hope they continue to take care of themselves against the covid and you are well

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──── 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀 & 𝐀𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 ˊˎ -

☾ ⋆ ゚𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: A third part commission for the lovely @ghostofpolaris to really tie that knot between Mina and Alucard hehe 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Adrian 'Alucard' Tepes x Mina Belmont (OC) 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 5.9k 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: MDNI, NSFW content, smut, references to past sexual trauma

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You coo at the little baby in your lap as you collect another spoonful of mashed vegetables to feed him. You’re sitting outside Dracula’s Castle which stands at the heart of the little village that’s ever under construction. Simon Belmont has been left in your care for a few hours while Trevor helps with construction and Sypha teaches a group of villagers with all the knowledge she has as a speaker. Alucard is teaching another group the basics of medicine as there have been one too many incidents involving the many construction sites around the place and it’s always useful to have people on site who know how to attend to injuries. Trevor is helping with the construction of a new house and so with the other three people of your little quartet being occupied, Simon has been left to your care. 

You don’t mind in the slightest though as your nephew is an absolute delight. He rarely cries, he’s easily entertained but he does have a habit of wandering off if you turn your eyes away for too long. He’s almost one year old now and you’re sure you’ve never seen a baby crawl so fast in your life. He truly can give you a heart attack if you’re to take your eyes off him for a moment and then turn back to find him gone. But currently, he’s enjoying his food too much. He has his mother’s eyes and you believe that his hair will likely darken with time in order to resemble his father’s. 

You finish feeding him and clean his face and hands gently with a cloth before giving him some water too. With a smile on both your faces, you bounce your nephew on your knee as he makes little baby noises at you, pulling giggles from your lips. 

Unbeknownst to you, Alucard has finished tutoring for the day and is standing in the open doors of the castle, looking at where you’re seated just past the bottom of the steps on a blanket, caring for your baby nephew. The sight brings a smile to his lips at seeing how loving and caring you are, how happy you are to be looking after him. The two of you have done your fair share of babysitting together when Trevor and Sypha have needed a break, you’re always more than happy to look after him. 

Things have changed a lot in the last year but the two of you have also been incredibly busy with helping to build the village and teaching not only yourselves but classes of villagers too. You’re often too tired at the end of the day to spend your evenings with chats, books and music together like you used to. Not to mention you’ve also been spending more freetime with Trevor in order to try and reconnect with your brother and amend the rift that had grown between the two of you, something that Adrian didn’t blame you for in the slightest.

That’s not to say that the two of you didn't spend time with each other at all. There have been nights where one of you will find yourself unable to sleep from the stress of the current list of responsibilities upon you and so you will find yourself in the other’s bed and arms for comfort to finally drift off into sleep. 

Adrian still holds you with your back flush to his toned chest, arms encasing you and his breath puffing out softly against the nape of your neck. The bodies have been removed from their stakes outside, naturally, when the castle was attacked and the village later built upon it. He finally told you just what they had done when you helped him burn the bodies amongst a stack of other fallen foes and night creatures. The story chilled you and you could, in fact, recall such marks upon his body when you first arrived but you had focused less on his scars and more on his alcoholic state when the two of you first became acquainted. But now that you recall them, his haunting story makes so much more sense. 

It crosses your mind sometimes when you’re laid in bed together and his lips are parted just slightly while he holds you in his arms. You’re a Belmont and you know how to assess the behaviour of non-humans. Alucard has very dangerous, very powerful fangs and he keeps them hovering above such a vulnerable part of your body when you rest together like this. On one hand, you’re glad that he has a way of holding you while also feeling safe. But on another hand, you hope that there will come a day when he feels safe enough to not feel that it’s not necessary for him to do such a thing. 

Though, you do have to admit, you missed that little window of time wherein Alucard had recovered from his period of alcoholism, had been looking after himself more and was much more welcoming to you compared to the cold nature that you had initially been introduced to. You missed how you’d play the lute and piano together, you miss how you’d lean in so close to read from a book that was set on his lap and how he would very occasionally put his arm around you to hold you close in the later days when he was more comfortable with you. 

Now when you go about measuring up boarded castle windows for repairs and replacements, it’s no longer with Adrian by your side and, in all honesty, you miss how he would have you hold one end of the tape measure to the sill of the window while he would float up to measure the height at the top. Just little things like that: you miss being able to spend more time with him. 

Right now though, you do have one of those precious moments with him as he comes to sit down on the blanket beside you and Simon. He leans on one hand which he places on the ground beside you so that his body hovers close to yours as he smiles at the little baby in your lap. You find yourself leaning back just enough for the back of your head to rest against his strong shoulder and Adrian takes the opportunity to shuffle even closer to you, feeling your warm body against his as you make baby noises back and forth with your nephew. 

The happy moment is smeared, however, when Adrian wonders if his parents ever had experiences like this one when he was just an infant: sitting outside the castle on a nice day, just your little family of three. They had all been so happy once and now he and his father’s castle with its broken engine were all that stood in the remains of the tragedy that had befallen his once peaceful and loving family. He had learned about science at his father’s knee, about medicine while perched on the edge of his mother’s desk. He had grown up in a bedroom that was designed by his parents, playing with toys that they made. There were other times that he was left to the care of tutors when his parents were busy, yes, but things had been so different not so long ago and a part of Adrian finds himself aching for things to have turned out differently. 

He goes about his day working on one task after another to try and put his mind at rest and at night he focuses on the smell of your washed hair to dull the ache that is gnawing at his heart, feeling as though it is being hollowed out. What sort of son kills his own father? Regardless of the events that led up to it, that was the final result, wasn’t it? And to see both his murdered mother and father brought back to this world in the same body… he’s woken up in a cold sweat from nightmares about it since. 

How he wishes things had been different, that the two of you could have still met regardless and he could have introduced you to his family over dinner. His mother would have adored you and he knows his father would have been sceptical of you being a Belmont at first but Lisa had shared the stories of how she met his father. Vlad would have warmed up to you the moment Lisa came to love you too. They both would have loved the music that you play. 

Adrian’s fangs catch his bottom lip for a moment as he tries to steel himself. This train of thought will bring him no good right now. Instead, he indulges himself in you. He props his chin on your shoulder as you play with little Simon and he reaches a hand forwards to tidy the baby’s pale blond hair and tickle his feet. 

You turn your head to face Adrian after a few moments and you press your forehead against his. You don’t know that he’s thinking about his mother and father but you do know that things have been difficult for everyone lately. It’s been difficult for anyone to catch a break when there’s always something to be done. Agriculture is only just being established in the village and so the people’s main source of food still comes from foraging and hunting which takes time and isn’t always fruitful. It’s a double edged sword, really, because each time the group comes back with food, you all know that it means there’s less to find tomorrow and they will have to venture out further and further as the days pass. You’re all really depending on these farms to take off. 

Then there’s always materials to find for construction, construction and repairs to be done, classes to be taught, children to mind, elders to be taken care of. No one able-bodied in this place gets to sit around, you’re all up early and out doing something to contribute to building this place up from the ruins and battlefield that it had once been. 

You know it’s quite a ways off yet but you can’t wait for the foundation of this place to finally be laid so that you can have some more time to indulge in the studies that you initially returned to the Belmont Hold for and – especially as of late – to spend more time with Adrian like the two of you used to. Hopefully, you’ll be able to have more time together than you did back then too. Hopefully.

He lets out a little sigh and leans more of his weight on you as he relishes in this brief moment of respite. You’ve had a few suspicions lately about how things are weighing down on him. He’s an immortal, he has far more stamina than anyone else in the village; so why is he so sluggish lately? Why does he seem so exhausted? You know it cannot be physical exhaustion so you can only arrive at the conclusion that it is mental. You recall his stories about Sumi and Taka, about having to kill his own father, about his father’s war beginning with the death of his mother. Alucard is at the beginning of his immortal life and yet he has already suffered so much. The thought pains you that he will have to carry these painful memories and experiences around with him for a much longer time than you could even begin to fathom, that you wouldn’t always be there to support him though it. 

Has he even had time to mourn, to process the things that have happened? It seems like his life has fallen apart so quickly and now you wonder if he really, truly, feels that he’s been able to patch it back together again yet. Losing both parents is something you can never completely recover from but Adrian had to kill his father. You wonder what’s going on behind those golden eyes of his. You open your mouth to speak-

“Father!” A group of five village children come running up to you when they see Adrian sitting down outside with you. It’s not very difficult to spot him with all that blond hair of his – more often than not, you see Alucard’s hair before you see Alucard. 

A handful of the village children have taken to referring to Adrian as such. Many of them lost their father or even both of their parents during the attacks on Danesti or in the battle at the castle against Death’s forces. You can see why as well: he’s incredible with children and so it’s no wonder that they’ve come to see him as their new father figure. You find it bittersweet in a way because while it’s cute that they adore him enough to see him as a father, you take a note of how now that their biological fathers have died, they’ve chosen an immortal to be their new father figure. You wonder whether that was a conscious or unconscious decision on their behalf, whether they sought out Adrian for that very reason or whether, in the face of their loss, his immortality just drew them in. Most children might not be able to understand the concepts of mortality and immortality at all but Wallachia has been devastated recently and these children are absolutely familiar with mortality. 

“Father! Will you come to play?” One boy, the most confident in the group, eagerly asks. Meanwhile, a little girl is already smiling at the sight of little Simon in your lap and she’s waving her hand at the baby to get his attention. Alucard sits up straight and suddenly you miss the warmth of him being so close, the soft puff of his breath upon your neck. Your intimate moment is broken and once again you’re filled with a yearning for more time in the day to spend with the dhampir. 

Adrian looks away from all of you for a moment, his tongue clicking as he parts his lips, ready to speak but unsure what words to choose just yet. You can tell that he also feels the interrupted moment but these children have a special place in his heart and he would feel cruel if he let them down. They can sense his hesitance.

“We can play football! That way we’re in one space and your wife can be near and watch too!” A little girl suggests and it’s enough for Alucard’s eyes to snap right back to the group of children in surprise. It was enough to plunge the both of you into a moment of shock. Were your feelings for each other truly so obvious that the village children assumed you were married? And yet there had been no time to nurture your relationship still. Beyond kisses to hands, cheeks and foreheads, and your embraces at night when you share a bed every now and then, there has been no time to truly let your relationship blossom. 

“Very well, let’s go.” He says with a soft smile. Adrian rises to his feet and helps you up too. He collects up the blanket for you and then later lays it down beside the open space where the children have chosen to host their game. He didn’t correct them at all and it makes you wonder why as you keep Simon’s attention on you by playing peekaboo in order to prevent him from wanting to crawl away. Did Adrian think that they just wouldn’t understand what it is you have? What even is it that the two of you have together? Or perhaps is he just trying to avoid being teased by cheeky children for clearly having feelings for a woman and not having asked her to marry him yet? You hope you can get some time alone with him this evening in order to ask him. 

You watch as he kicks the ball around with the children, switching teams between each match to keep things fair. He makes sure they all play nicely and you can’t help the way that your eyes take note of how his body moves. He’s so graceful, so elegant in all he does; truly a nobleman’s son. He has all the makings of a Prince and yet he doesn’t want any of that. Somehow that only makes him more noble in your eyes. 

When lunch rolls around, Trevor comes to collect Simon from you. Adrian has gone in order to check on the hunting party that went out this morning – they’re always more successful with his wolf form helping them with the hunt. You miss him already but you don’t have time to mull over your feelings and instead join Trevor in the village hall that’s recently finished being built and you do your part to help hand out what food there is. Everyone does their part to support each other in this village after all the hardships you’ve faced together. 

You seem to walk through the rest of the day in a daze as you think about Alucard, your mind never fully focused on the many tasks at hand. Why didn’t he correct the children earlier? Did he see you as potentially being his wife someday? Why are you even so caught up on this? It’s not like either of you are close enough to even begin to consider such far-off fantasies. Regardless, the interaction has filled you with a sudden hunger, a need to have one of those precious evenings again. You’ve already decided that you’re going to spend the night in Adrian’s bed, you’ll make up something about not being able to sleep and he’ll welcome you with open arms and his fangs hovering over the nape of his neck as he spoons you. You’ll wake to his little chuckles that he never quite contains about your fiery bedhead and you’ll act angry despite the fact that you now find this routine of yours cute and- 

You sigh as you finally resurface from the bath you have been submerged in. The last rays of evening sun filter in through your bathroom window and you finally get out of the bath to dry yourself off and dress in your nightclothes. You glance at your lute which is propped up in the corner of your bedroom – your bedroom, no longer a guest room – and realise how long it’s been since you had the chance to play it. Dust has started to gather along the tuning pegs and the neck. You miss those few nights where you would be plucking and strumming strings while Adrian’s deft fingers pressed piano keys. 

You pat your hair as dry as you can and make your way over to Adrian’s room. The two of you keep these wings to yourself while others have occupied the rooms closer to the entrance while they wait to have their own homes built. It feels more private further into the castle where you are, more like how things used to be. You just wish for things between you and Trevor to be how they are while things between you and Adrian to be how they were. 

You raise your hand to knock on his door but a sound stops you from doing so; crying. 

From inside, you can hear sobs and sniffles and desperate apologies, begs for forgiveness. You knock against the door and the noise stops entirely. Both of you hold your breaths as you look at the piece of wood that stands between you. 

“... Adrian?” You call out, pausing for a few moments in silence before you continue, “Can I come in?” More silence follows and you press your ear to the door to make sure that you haven’t missed some quiet approval or denial of entry. 

“...Come in.” You hear softly from inside and you’re glad that you pressed your ear to the door or else you might have missed it otherwise. You push the handle and make your way inside where you find Adrian sitting on the floor, on the rug at the foot of his bed. He looks up at you and his eyes are a misty pink, his cheeks stained with the red tracks of his tears. 

“Oh, Adrian…” You’re by his side in an instant and trying to wipe away his tears but you instead just smudge the blood over his skin. “What happened? What’s the matter?” Your voice is soft and comforting and he doesn’t know what overcomes him when he reaches forwards and wraps his arms around your waist. He holds you tightly and begins to cry against your shoulder. Deep down, he feels guilty for staining your nightdress like this but the comfort of crying in your arms outweighs his guilt. He holds you tightly, desperately, as though you’ll crumble to ask the moment he lets go. 

“I wish things had been different.” He sobs out against your shoulder as his fingers clutch at the material of your nightdress and press into your flesh beneath. You have a fair idea of what he means but you still want to be clear about things so that you can know what exactly you’re comforting him on. 

“What do you mean?” You ask gently as you bring up a hand to cradle the back of his head, holding him in return, before you begin to delicately comb your fingers through his blond mane. 

“My parents.” His voice breaks and you hold him a little tighter as the words bring yet another series of sobs bubbling forth from his lips. 

“They’d be proud of you.” 

“How could they be?” He comes back immediately and you can tell by his tone that you need to tread lightly. 

“You’re teaching a village of people medicine, ancient and modern sciences to heal the sick and wounded. Wasn’t that the life’s work of your mother?” Your nose nudges against the side of his head as you kneel on the floor with him and hold him closely. With how he has buried his face against you, Adrian’s bloody tears wet your shirt while his ear is pressed to the pulse of your throat. Your human heartbeat soothes him, lulls him. It reminds him of his mother holding him as a child, the only heart that had beat at such a pace in the castle with his being so slow and his father’s being still. “And you have done what your father could not. You’ve taken what he left you and you’ve made a community from it instead of locking it all away. Can’t you see? You’re the best of both of your parents.” You pull away to try and wipe his tears away again. 

For a moment, you attempt to rise to your feet in order to go over to the basin so that you might wet a cloth and truly clean the scarlet rivers from his face. But his arms around your waist tightens and his misty golden eyes, like winter sun behind clouds, plead with you to not let him go. So you don’t. 

“My father is dead because of me.” 

“Your father is dead because of some selfish, ignorant slaves of the church.” You correct him. “They killed his heart and… he was a dead man before he truly died, Adrian. And let’s face it, we know your father’s spirit: wherever he is now, he’s most certainly holding your mother in his arms. I can’t see anything taking her from him a second time.” You tilt your head a little as you try to reach into his soul to truly make him see what you see. “But don’t you see? You’re the best of both of them combined. A dhampir succeeding in all the generosity and charity of your human mother and spreading the knowledge of your vampire father to better the lives of those around you.” Your thumb swipes against the corner of his lips where tears have gathered. “The choices of others have made you suffer and have forced sacrifices upon you but your bad circumstances do not make you a bad person, Adrian.” You emphasise your last words so that he can hear how much you truly mean it. 

You’re surprised when his hands finally release your waist in favour of cupping your face instead. 

“I love you.” He’s not sure how deeply he means those words just yet. But what he knows is that things feel right when you’re together, that he misses you when you’re not together, that he delights in the nights you spend together and it aches when you have to part ways in the morning. Things are better when you’re around, complete and he hasn’t felt this whole since his mother was killed. He knows that his words surprises you, even without looking at the way your viridian eyes burst open. He doesn’t expect you to say it back, he’s not even sure if he can say it again. The words have just come out and he wants to be able to say them with conviction but your relationship has been given no time to grow. 

Now he’s afraid – no longer afraid that you will hurt him as Sumi and Taka did but he’s afraid that if he doesn’t do this with you now then whatever spark is between the two of you will be extinguished by all of your responsibilities tearing you from one another all the time. He’s finally ready for this, he thinks, but he just doesn’t know how to initiate it. 

You can feel the closeness between the two of you and he can see how your eyes fall down to his lips. He leans in just a little closer but he doesn’t quite have the courage to kiss you despite every beat of his heart compelling him to do so. 

“Adrian…” You begin very carefully and that same slow heart skips a beat. “Can I…?” You daren’t say it in case you spook him off. You know of his past and the last thing you want to do is pressure him or stir up bad memories. He gives you the slightest nod of his head and your lips meet his. 

Your kiss fills him with enough courage to be able to return it, to be able to pull you close as he pushes all of his fears aside and just plunges into the moment, moving so quickly that he doesn’t give himself a moment to think of everything that’s hurt him. Now, all he wants to focus on is what heals him: you. 

You’re surprised by the passion of his kisses but make no protest as you find your chest being pressed to his, legs tangling as you find your way into his lap. He’s panting already with the intensity of the moment as his lips slant across your jaw and his breath puffs out warmly against your neck. You’re a Belmont, you should know better than to let a dhampir’s fangs so close to your throat. But you’re Mina Belmont and you see no monster in the man who’s clinging onto you like his life depends on it, who’s broken and desperately seeking your body out to heal his heart. 

You reach up to pull your damp copper hair away from your shoulders and behind your back and turn your face to the ceiling. You know that this action means much more to Alucard than might meet the eye, that for one to bear their throat to a vampire is a sign of trust, of submission. You don’t yet know if you love him but you don’t doubt that such a feeling can grow and very soon at that. But you do want him to know that he’s safe, that he’s the one in control and you’re not here to hurt him. 

He remembers your words from all those nights ago, that you might be a Belmont but you’re unarmed and he’s a dhampir. He feels safe with you, he is safe with you. His fangs graze your pulse as he kisses but not once do they break your skin. He considers carrying you to the bed for a moment as his hands glide down your waist and to your rear, appreciatively squeezing as he lets out a soft moan by your ear, his lips immediately pressing to the soft spot just beneath it. But he decides that things will feel different on the floor, that he won’t think of- he pushes the thought from his mind immediately. 

Adrian snatches a blanket from the end of the bed and sets it down on the floor beneath your head as he lowers you down. He’s on top this time, he’s in control of the situation and his tears have stained the shoulder and collar of your nightgown red as though he’s bitten you… His fingers drag delicately over your pulse, his touch so sensual without even meaning to be. He finds himself wanting to bite you, to show the world that he’s yours as much as you’re his, that the world cannot keep you from him so long as you have these precious evenings together, even if his heart is pounding and he’s not entirely sure what he’s doing, just that your thighs feel so warm on either side of him. 

Your hair is splayed out around you like a halo of fire and he just feels that he owes so much to you. He holds so much love for you that he cannot bear to let this moment simply slip by and he’s tugging your neckline open to kiss across your collarbones. Your hands tangle in his hair to feel the silken gold strands between your fingers as his hands reach beneath your nightdress to tug your undergarments off your legs. The moment his eyes land upon your slit, his hands ghost over your inner thighs before his gaze snaps up to you in a silent question: ‘Is this ok?’ 

You nod your head and he proceeds. His thumb traces a tender circle upon your clit before it delves between your folds to collect up the gathering moisture and push it up to your sensitive pearl. He’s spent so long being frightened of such intimacy but now that he’s plunged into the moment, that it’s with you, there’s nowhere else he’d rather be, nothing else he’d rather be doing. 

You’d love nothing more than to drag out this moment for the entire night but Adrian’s sense of urgency, of need, has bled into you and you’re soon biting your lips and squirming beneath him when those fingers that had played the piano with you so well now explore you like you’re a new song to be learned, experimenting with where he applies more pressure or drags his fingers against, what tempo to move at. Soon enough, you’re reaching for his nightshirt and it makes him freeze for a moment when you pull at the ties. There’s a moment of pause and you wonder if you’ve made him uncomfortable but he looks into your viridian eyes that are gazing up at him with concern, with love and worry for his well-being and suddenly his moment of panic is over and he’s safe again. He pulls the shirt over his head to reveal the sculpted chest that you’re so used to seeing. (You had once been surprised to find out that Alucard even owns a shirt). 

He swallows thickly as his fingers withdraw from your pussy and he glances down to admire the cobweb of your arousal stretching between them. 

“This… this is enough now, right? It won’t hurt you?” You can’t help but smile softly at his words. Of course he would be worried about your comfort. He truly is such a sweet soul beneath all his layers of hurt. His words speak of inexperience but also of a want to learn your body, to be able to care for it and satisfy it. He’s trembling with the excitement of it all and you nod, giving him a little ‘mmh-hmm’ to let him know that it’s ok.

His hands bunch your nightdress up even more so that he can admire your glistening and swollen arousal before he pushes his bottoms down just enough to free his dick. You watch how exposure to the cooler air of the room makes his fang sink into his lower lip, not quite enough to break skin though. He strokes himself a few times before pressing against you and he sucks in a shaky breath at the sensation of your warm, wet slit against his sensitive tip. 

His face buries into your shoulder where he had been crying earlier – though now it’s there for entirely different reasons. He grinds his hips against yours until his cock can catch at your entrance and he finally begins to slowly sink into you. His chest presses to yours, pinning you to the ground while one of his arms snakes beneath your body. He pulls you up against him just enough to make your back arch and when it allows him in deeper, it tugs a little whimper from his lips. 

A moan is torn from your own throat at the feeling of him filling you up and your noise seems to only encourage him to do deeper. Your legs wrap around his waist though you’re careful to not do so too tightly. Adrian’s lips meet yours as he begins to rock his hips against you at a steady pace, worried he’ll finish too fast if he goes as quickly as he’s aching to do so deep down. 

He knows he’s not exactly the image of confidence and dominance right now but you’re letting him be in control nonetheless and it’s these things that you do for him, these accommodations you make in order to help him heal that just make his heart flutter for you in his chest and his lips crash onto yours as he feels your arms loop around his neck to hold him equally as close. 

The two of you don’t bother to try to muffle your sounds, knowing there is no one in this wing of the castle but the two of you and you feel Adrian hike one of your thighs higher over his hip and he moans against your lips each time you tug at his long hair which spills around you like curtains to block out the rest of the world. 

After a while, he grows more confident in his pace and his forehead rests against yours as he thrusts into you with more fervour. His head swims with pleasure but your pretty moans make him think to not so long ago when stroking your clit had prompted the same reaction and so he reaches down to rub quick little circles into it. The stimulation is unexpected and fills you with sudden pleasure that pushes you over the brink of orgasm, a sensation like liquid lightning running through your veins. The tight squeeze of your walls as you finish causes Adrian to come too and he has just the faintest amount of sense to pull out of you and quickly stroke himself to completion, finishing with sticky ribbons of cum over your abdomen and clit. 

He pants a few times before leaning over you again but this time he rests on his side. You both share the folded blanket beneath your head as a makeshift pillow as you come down from your highs. 

“Be mine?” Adrian asks softly. “Only mine.” His words make your racing heart skip a beat but your head is swimming too much for words and so you merely nod. You lean in to kiss him and then curl up against his chest, wrapping your arms around him while he does the same. 

That hollow feeling in you both vanishes and suddenly everything feels whole again. 

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1 year ago

Yan alucard becoming obsessed and head over heals in love with chos dampire daughter who hate him for killing her mother

Yan Alucard sems to be a fan favorite 🤔

WARNING: YANDERE THEMES

Your mother never really wanted to have you, having been taken advantage of by a vampire who saw her alone one night. 

Your mother told you stories of Dracula she's heard, how he was a vicious man. You remember your mother kissing your head and telling you that she will be back soon. 

She never did come back and you know why. You were trained to kill by your mother, you know that the only one able to kill her would be a vampire. 

What you didn't expect during your journey to Wallachia was to find your mother's skeleton on a steak. 

You didn't expect was Dracula's son, the man who killed your mother, to become obsessed with you. He would follow you during your trips to the market, he would watch you as you bathe even if you covered the windows you still felt his stare. 

Slowly day by day your anger grew more, you sharpened your knives daily and put steaks out in your yard as a warning to other vampires. 

You never fully accepted your vampiric side, while Alucard did. 

He found you alone one night and suddenly you got a flashback you never lived, Cho being taken advantage of by the lone vampire. 

You grabbed your steaks and sword, pointing to in every direction you hissed. 

"Stay away! You beast!" You called, 

The man chuckled, 

"If I am the beast, what are you then?" His teeth shined. 

"We are the same darling; dead parents, half vampire, half human. It's a sign, is it not?"

And then it was dark. 


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1 year ago

Alucard drinking his lovers blood-😩😩😩

Mine*

Alucard drinks his lover’s blood during sex.

Note: *Smut drabble ahead. This contains 18+ written material. [She/her]

I wanted this to be sfw, but I ended up just going for the usual passable excuse in vampire fiction—sex truly works.

Alucard Drinking His Lovers Blood-

The dhampir starts slowing down his pace, prolonging the inevitable. He bucks into his lover with enough force at just the right angle, coaxing a particularly drawn-out moan from her. He chuckles low against her lips, watching the way her face contorts in pleasure, enjoying the fact that he is causing it.

Even in his darkened room, she is beautiful.

Soon, he has her panting, writhing, gripping the sheets, his name falling off her lips in a repetitive litany he could’ve sworn rivalled those sung in hymns, if only they weren’t followed by vile fucks and shits and harder, faster, please, Adrian, please.

How could he ever say no to his little darling?

Adrian picks up his pace, his hips stuttering against hers in rapid successions, the slapping sound of their coupling nearly drowning out every dirty little thought swimming in his head. “Yes, that’s it,” he says. “Squirm for me.”

His lover arches her back, pressing her breasts against his chest. “Adrian, I-I—” she pants harder, faster, voice going higher in pitch to match the shaking of her legs. She grips him as if her life depends on it. The coil is tightening. Too much, too much—

“Shhh,” he coos, supporting her, holding her by her arched waist and hitting her spot over and over. He presses his face to her breasts and convinces her that “Yes, yes, darling, you can take it.”

She’s so soft, so warm, and mine, mine, mine.

Fuck. He’s close, and with the way she is clamping around his length, he knows she is too.

It’s time.

“Darling,” he rasps, his thrusting becoming desperate, yet she is already throwing her head back, baring her throat to him willingly.

Adrian hears her heart beating, racing, as she chases her orgasm, her own hips meeting his every thrust. He smells her everywhere—tantalising, flooding him with a different kind of hunger, yet he senses no fear in her, only desire. He gulps.

His fangs extend and he zeroes in on her neck, grasping her by her hair.

She barely feels the sinking of his fangs as her searing white-hot climax hits her hard, leaving her clawing at his back, mouth open in a silent scream, limbs shaking, shuddering, writhing.

He empties himself buried deep inside her quivering cunt, back stiffening, his moan muffled by his suckling at her throat.

As always, she tastes sweet like cherry wine.


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1 year ago

Fluff number 18 my parents seem to love you. Alucard castlevania,

I think this would be really cute,specifically in a modern au, if you've seen the games at all, castlevania continues well into 2030s where Alucard works for a secretive government branch as genya arikado. If not then however you like, I just gotta spread the world on this lesser known lore lol.

A/N: SCREAMS I haven't played the games I'm a fucking fraud but I really want to soon bc when I hyperfixate on things it's so difficult to think of anything else but life is really busy right now cries. One day soon I'll do it!! AU where nothing fucking bad happens and Adrian gets to live a happy life with his mom and dad!!!! Hope you like it MWUAH

"My parents love you" x Alucard

“Adrian, I have no idea how you managed to catch her eye but you need to keep her.” Lisa teased, shoving her son playfully on the side. He would always be the butt of the joke whenever having dinner with his parents, and you-the absolute love of his life. Vlad stayed quiet for the most part, except for a chuckle here or there, and when he was feeling spicy a dad joke thrown into the mix. “I think he’s doing a fine job at keeping me, Mrs. Tepes.” You smiled at her, glancing his way for a moment. Adrian simply smiled, rolling his eyes in amusement. 

It was a tradition at this point, having dinner with his parents at least once a month. More if there was a special occasion like a holiday or anniversary. It ended up being your idea, really. You enjoyed being around his family more than he thought you would. And honestly, it was a huge relief. Family was terribly important to Adrian, but he knew you had a broken family. Knew that being around family gatherings was difficult. He would never push you into seeing them more than you needed to. But you just, clicked so well with them. He had nothing to worry about.

The two of you had been together for nearly four years now. Your meeting was nothing exceptional, accidentally bumping into each other at the local bookstore you both frequented. And then bumping into each other again at a coffee shop. And then again at the bookstore. “Seems like fate really wants us to meet huh?” You joked, gripping onto the book you were perusing. From there it was like you had been together forever. None of the awkward dates trying to get to know each other. None of the weird anxious butterflies in your stomach that made you feel like you had to try hard to impress him. It just felt right. From the moment he asked you out on a date, it had been like the relationship had been established for decades. 

It felt like Vlad and Lisa all over again.

And then you went to meet his parents-and he was a nervous wreck. Not because he didn’t want to introduce you, but because you had recently confided in him the harsh upbringing you had. He had no idea what that was like, and it broke his heart to see how bright and shining you were, feel small when telling him your past.  But you wanted to meet them, make a good impression. It was important to you that they accepted you as his significant other. If my parents don’t like me, at least I have yours! You joked, laughing even if it was at your own expense. Meeting of his parents went...well. Interesting, but well. Vlad was as stoic as ever, stark difference to Lisa wanting to immediately smother you with questions of yourself, how you two met, what you do. She was his mother. Adrian tried to slow her down but you answered it all in stride, returning questions and asking her about her line of work specifically. And how the two of them were so brilliant. Everything from there? Well, it just clicked.

So to see you smiling so brightly at his parents and them returning the smiles sent him over the moon. The rest of dinner was smooth, you both bidding his parents farewell as you exited the castle back home. You walked hand in hand, Adrian looking at you like you personally hung the stars in the sky as you rambled about the different books you had been reading. You looked over when you didn’t hear a response with a quirk of your brow. “Earth to Adrian.” You waved, bringing him out of his lovesick stupor. “Have you been listening?” He hummed, noncommittal with his answer. “My parents love you, you know.” He blurted out, quite randomly to you. You blinked, cocking your head to the side with a smile. “I sure hope they do. You’ve been stuck with me for quite some time now.” You teased, leaning into his side. The grip on your hand tightened, turning his head to give your temple a kiss before returning to walking in silence as you continued with your stories.

They loved you, you knew that. But what you didn’t know was that this would be the final dinner you have with them before returning with a different title of fiancee. Earlier as you helped Lisa set the table, Adrian had shown his father the ring he planned on proposing with, and then Vlad distracted you enough with something in the study beforehand to show his mother. They loved you, as his girlfriend. And now, during your next dinner, they would love you as their daughter in law. 


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1 year ago

not to be that person but uh...with all this talk about feral alucard and all...what about something like lust in particular?

For real for real, when I read feral!Alucard I immediately went to the gutter but I was like let me be chill. They're asking about anger.

On the lust side, don't even try to run. That makes it more fun for him (unless you like being hunted down and railed, I do 👀). I've said it before and I'll say it again. Alucard is a nice man but he's still a man. And couple that with the predatory instincts a dhampir possesses there's going to be a time where he wants his s/o so much that everything else will cease to matter. He's got to have them.

It'll start off slow. He'll suddenly be needier than usual. Being near them often, touching them in some way. The small of their back, their shoulder, their hips. He'll pepper them with spontaneous kisses and it's sweet but then things get a little more intense as they progress.

He's using his teeth. His hands are a little bit more rough as they cover more territory. He'll do his best to expose more and more skin as he gets hypnotized by the sound of his lover's heartbeat, their quick breathing, the little sounds they make when he touches them here or there. In that time, all he can think about is touching them, tasting them, having them and he can lose himself in it. Until he's moving on instinct alone. And it doesn't matter where.

Up against a wall, over a table, over a table that was just previously covered with stuff but he decided to launch everything out of the way (I wasn't going to mention this yet, but he 100% will levitate during if the time calls for it), out in the woods. He'll hold them possessively by the throat or their abdomen, he might start off with sharp thrusts with a couple seconds in between but changes swiftly. And he likes to see it. So if there's a mirror nearby you better get ready to watch him take you...

Also, I had a thought about how fast he could move and that in this time, he might be getting into it and the pace starts out humanly fast but he might quicken towards the end and the level of friction that would cause would send his lover into a tizzy. Eyes rolled to the back of their head, feeling every motion from their toes to their fingertips. Forgetting how to speak.

Oh and he doesn't always talk during these times. He's somewhere else. Submerged in the desire of the one he wants the most.


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1 year ago

12 and 10 fluff with Alucard 🥺 he is feeling insecure about his scars, and about his own being, considering himself to be a monster, and then reader calms him down

A/N: Me pouting the entire time I wrote this bc I love alucard sm and I hate thinking of him sad lmao. I hope this one is okay and that you like it, I'm not sure if it's my best work ): mwuah

"Hold me" "I wish you could see how I see you" x Alucard

Some days are easy. Some days are nice walks in the park, getting free loaves of freshly baked bread because the village people are so grateful for everything he’s done. Some days are sweet, simple, enjoying the day with the love of his life. Other days?

Other days are hard. Terribly so. 

Today was a hard day. A mental rain cloud had been brewing over Alucard for the last few hours, starting when he saw himself fresh out of the bath, scars seared into his skin from what could be one of the most terrible nights of his life. The traumatic events flashed in his mind, rendering him still with fear. Fear that it’d happen again, with you, fear that he’d be useless in the face of danger if someone came for you, fear that he even had the capacity of thinking you capable of such wickedness. His hands trembled, staring at himself in the mirror, a tear escaping from his eye before turning away from the mirror, dressing quickly and getting on with his duties for the day. He didn’t want to think about it anymore.

But the fear had latched onto him, growing and festering into an ugly cycle of feeling self conscious and not good enough, hating the way the scars look, hating the way the scar his father left behind looked. His body marred with imperfect skin, showing the world his weaknesses. The rain cloud had split open and a thunderstorm loomed over him, retiring much earlier from his chores than intended. He threw himself into his studies in hopes that he would forget the sick feeling in his stomach. 

“Adrian, honey?” Your sweet voice called out to him, and it broke him out of his stupor. He forgot about dinner. A dinner that he insisted on helping you with. And he left you there to finish it all by yourself. Alucard felt miserable. He’d been brewing in his own misery; he had been ignoring not only his duties to the village but to you. You must hate him, you must think he’s so selfish, and lazy, and no good, and-- “Ah, there you are!” You smiled, skipping over to him before noticing how rotten he looked. “Adrian? Are you okay?” You worried, bringing a hand up to his forehead. He tried his best to put on a brave face, shaking his head. “I’m fine, love, don’t worry about me. I’m sorry I lost track of him, I left you to prepare dinner alone.” He stood, ready to put on a facade for the rest of the night, lest you think something awful of him. 

But you knew him better than anyone. 

“Dinner can wait, why don’t we just go to the room for a bit?” He wanted more than anything to stay distracted and not think of the burning his skin felt today. But he knew you wouldn’t let him continue to wallow. Alucard sighed, saying nothing and heading into your shared room. You gave him space, sitting across from him. You didn’t ask any specifics, not needing them. All you needed to know is that Alucard wasn’t feeling his best, and that you would do anything for him. “Adrian, sweet boy...what can I do to help?” Your soft voice nearly ruined him, a broken sob escaping without his consent. The palms of his hands pressed into his eyes, hating more than anything in the world this was happening. Now was not the time to look weak. But he needed you, needed to feel grounded. So he broke. “Can you...can you hold me? Please?” He let out a shaky breath, and silently you moved to him, cradling his head in your hands and bringing him closer to your chest, Your legs wrapped around his torso, trying to cover as much of him as possible with yourself, hoping that whatever was tormenting him would slip away with your presence. 

“I’m sorry--I’m sorry love, I fucked up and I missed dinner. I didn’t mean to, I lost track of time and--” You hushed him mid sentence, rocking him gently back and forth in your arms. “Tell me what’s really going on, this isn’t about dinner.” Alucard steadied himself, releasing a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding. “I can’t stand looking at myself. Not with these disgusting scars.” Your heart shattered hearing how awful he talked about himself. You cursed the world for ever hurting your sweet boy like this. “Adrian, light of my life, fire in my veins, my handsome man--you’re perfect.” You kissed his temple, running a hand over his hair. “The scars are a reminder that you persevered. That you survived.” You gently reminded him, and another kiss. “I wish you could see how I see you. I love every detail about you, I’m so sorry you’ve endured the life you have, but I am so grateful that it has brought you to me.” Slowly, you untangled yourself from him and sat on your knees before him. You took his hands that had loosened from his eyes, kissing each wrist. You pushed the sleeve of his shirt up, kissing the patches of scar tissue that showed through. You moved to his chest, kissing the scarring that showed through the shirt, and mirrored your actions to his other arm. You let go of his arms, wiping away the remaining tears that stained his cheeks and kissed his eyelids, before pressing your forehead to his. 

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met in my life, inside and out. And that includes the scars. Never doubt yourself, or my love for you. I’ll be here with you, until the ends of the Earth.”


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