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pininghermit · 11 hours

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Mockery of Errors

Pairing: Alucard x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Alucard's got a personal idiot to save him decade's worth of therapy.

AN: some nsfw vocab so minors dni

"Omg oh no I am so sorry."

Three pairs of eyes stare at you.

"I can get myself out," you mumbled, shuffling awkwardly. Turning to leave through the broken window you entered by, you paused. "Oh crap," you muttered, glancing at the shattered glass and then back at the golden-haired vampire, who you assumed was the owner.

"I can pay for the damages," you offered, patting your pockets frantically. You desperately hoped you hadn't been an idiot and left your purse at home. You studiously avoided looking at the vampire's bare, luminous legs.

Was that… rope? Your eyes widened at the crimson bundle peeking out from under the bed. Great. You'd just stumbled into some bizarre threesome. Just your luck.

The commotion seems to snap the supposed lord out of his shock. Though you desperately tried to avoid their gaze, you heard the rustle of clothes and felt the air shift as the vampire lord moved in front of you. And much to your dismay a sword.

Your spine felt like jelly, but you forced a wobbly smile as you looked up at the ridiculously good-looking vampire lord. It all clicked into place. Dammit! He deserved a good threesome. Insanely handsome vampire lords with deary castles deserve a good bang.

"Now, now, my lord," you began, your voice betraying a slight hitch. "There's no need for that. I assure you, I'm no robber." You mentally shoved aside the very inappropriate picture that had just popped into your head, desperate to stay alive.

"This is all just a…jest, you see? A silly little bet with friends. Terrible timing, I admit, and terribly sorry for the interruption. I can, of course, make myself scarce." You finished with a weak attempt at a conspiratorial wink, hoping it landed somewhere between charming and utterly insane.

You flashed a friendly smile at the, ahem, occupants of the bed, who (to their credit) did a fantastic job of conveying annoyance through sheer silence. You waved awkwardly, but they weren't having it.

"Ahem," the vampire lord cleared his throat to catch your fleeting attention. "Do you know where you stand?" He asked, his voice surprisingly weak. He sounded young...a young adult vampire? They came in all ages and formats you mused internally.

Focusing on his question, you tried to hide the relief of finding a young master instead of a slithering nasty vampire."Ah, my lord," you stammered, "we, uh, my friends and I…had no idea a vampire resided here...the cutesy garden in the back yard had us guessing this castle was looked after a kind granny."

That was not the right thing to say. Apparently, even unageing vampires were vain enough to detest being called a granny...to your credit, his white nightgown was not doing him any favors.

Alucard felt a furious blush creep up his neck. Thankfully, you seemed too terrified to meet his gaze.

The shattered window was a godsend. A distracting agent that prevented acknowledging the scene you walked in on.

He towered over you as you sat perched precariously on the windowsill, inspecting the broken glass with an unsettling focus. "Sturdy stuff," you muttered in approval, completely oblivious to the elephant in the room - or rather, the castle.

Not the damn ropes! Adrian groaned silently. He wasn't easily flustered, but this… this was pushing his limits.

Steeling yourself with the air of someone who'd made a grand decision, you rose to your feet. "My lord," you declared, "I can totally replace this glass tomorrow! No worries. Besides, who carries a purse on a ridiculous late-night dare, anyway?"

Adrian let out a sigh so deep it could rival a tectonic plate shift. Clutching his face in his hands, he squeezed his eyes shut. This, he thought hysterically, was worse than a thousand post-nut clarity moments combined. There was no way he could ever face Sumi or Taka again.

He nods. At this point, he would be better off flying away as a bat and never show up to his accursed castle ever again.

Peering out the window, you mumbled, oblivious to the tension, "Yikes, that's a drop. So, about those ropes…" A collective cringe echoed through the room, the occupants unified in their secondhand embarrassment.

"Just use the damn door!" Adrian roared, his voice cracking spectacularly mid-scream.

And thus, with a shattered window, a flustered vampire lord, and a shockingly oblivious mortal, the future of Adrian Tepes, son of Dracula, took a most unexpected turn.

#alucard x reader #alucard #adrian tepes x reader #castlevania #fluff #taka and sumi #fix it fic

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pininghermit · 22 days

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Alucard Dating Trevor's Cousin

Genre: Fluff

Summary: A Belmont falling in love with a non human?

AN: enjoy :)

Afterlife audiences

Lisa: Aww its giving enemies to lovers 🙏🏻

Dracula: in a state of constant homeostasis I would take Lisa's word on that.

Living world audiences-

Trevor: She uses a whip. And not for right reasons. (Face palms)

Sypha elbowing Trevor in the ribs: They're a good match glares at her husband

A Belmont chasing vampires? Old news in both Transylvania and the afterlife. It was a destiny the Belmont clan had shouldered for centuries, a duty to shield Transylvania from the encroaching darkness.

But that duty, Trevor grumbled to himself, never included courting a dhampir from the House of Dracula.

Specifically, the only surviving member who just happened to be the prophesied savior with hair like spun gold.

Trevor watched, aghast, as you, the oddball of the Belmont clan, leaned in towards Alucard, the aforementioned dhampir, with a line so cheesy it could curdle milk.

"[Name], let's get you back to the forge," a very flustered Trevor pushed you back into the your smithy before you could spew any more black mail material.

"Why is he taken?" you whispered loudly in his ear, just as Alucard's head snapped in your direction, a single eyebrow raised in amusement.

Trevor wanted to crawl under his workbench. "Repair my dagger before I stab you with a dull one," he muttered, shoving you towards the forge and uselessly trying to manhandle the heavy wooden door shut. "And for the love of garlic, keep it professional!"

You, of course, just grinned that impish grin that both infuriated and strangely charmed him. "Professional? Where's the fun in that, fellow Belmont?" With a wink, you disappeared into the depths of the forge, leaving Trevor to face a potentially bemused Alucard alone.

Alucard's mouth barely formed a sound before Trevor glared back at him.

"Not a word!"

"Not a word, Alucard." The ale lover declared. Leaving the bemused dhampir chuckling by himself.

Alucard's mouth quirked into a barely-there smile as he looked up from his tea. "A smith with so much time to spare must not be that good of a smith," he remarked, his voice dry but his amusement evident. His gaze flicked to the fistful of marbles you held, a question hanging in the air.

"From where?" he asked, already knowing the answer was irrelevant. These were just the latest trinkets you'd woven into his life – a slingshot you'd found, a peculiar feather, a chipped clay figurine. He kept every one, tucked away in a hidden drawer that no one else ever touched.

Satisfied with the chosen marble, you met his eyes with a playful challenge. "Whatever shall blacksmiths ruined by the virtue of love do?" you inquired, your voice dripping with mock despair.

He snorted, a sound that rumbled deep in his chest. "Are you reading those sappy romance novels again?" It was a struggle, but Alucard managed to maintain a semblance of seriousness despite the twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Undeterred by his amusement, you revealed another book from your ever-present satchel. "Just browsing, Alucard," you said with a wink. "Expanding my horizons, you see. One can't rely solely on the thrill of forge and gruff warriors."

"Somehow," he began, his voice a low murmur, "it always comes as a wonder how you find those… treasures in the Belmont library."

Either you have taken over the task of expanding the library or fierce Belmont clan had always had a predisposition for sappy romance novels.

Alucard's first love had been a cold, unforgiving winter. Betrayal, sharp as a blizzard wind, had shattered his heart into a million pieces. He had retreated into himself, a fortress of ice and solitude.

His second love was a fleeting spring, a succubus who reveled in the sting of manipulation. Her touch was sweet fire, but the flame died as quickly as the coins exchanged in stolen nights.

Yet, his third love was Summer. You were his summer. Heat of forge, clang of metals, unabashed laughter and corny love confessions. Summer heat that melted his frozen heart and evaporated the maddening poison of spring.

Your love, a gentle force like a bird's flight, had chased away the lingering poison of his foolish choices.

You were his third love, the one who stayed. And unlike the fleeting seasons of his past.

#castlevania #alucard x reader #adrian tepes x reader #Alucard x Belmont Reader #fluff #Belmont reader #Hermit has given up on sanity

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pininghermit · 29 days

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My followers after I make yet another blog after falling into another obsession:

(I miss writing Adrian so much 😭😭)

#hermit lost it long ago #But I yearn to write for Alucard #I think the season 2 Alucard sucked all my inspo

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pininghermit · 2 months

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Divine Wrath (Trailer)

TW: Gore. Skip if you are not good with descriptions of blood and violence

Pairing: Adrian Tepes x Reader

Summary: A simple task they had mentioned. A simple chore for a God blessed warrior like you. Retrieving the abducted women from the bandits. How had Adrian not seen the sinister gleam in their eyes.

AN: Should I continue this? I kinda like it and wrote it on a whim. lmk :)

Mangled limbs rotting away from the bodies are a sight Adrian never wanted to see. Organs spewed around.

Blood on the walls, blood on the ceilings and floors. Dismembered remains of what seemed to be human carcasses were not better sight. The silence that settled itself over the every pore of existence was unnerving. Adrian could not bring himself to look at anything for too long. But he had to look for you. He had to find you.

Were you perhaps buried under the corpses piled up in every corner. Arranged with a deliberate caution that was worse than the ones left without a care. A jar full of teeth lay ominously tipped at the counter.

Bodies skewered on tridents. Adrian feared every sight. He was terrified of seeing your face plastered in the unrelenting grasp of freezing death.

He steps through every room that seemed to have been brimming with the dance of death and suffering. As if the demons of hell themselves had carved every fiber of the mansion.

He walks until his steps stumble. Not a common occurrence given the courtesy of Dracula’s blood in his veins.

But he sees you. Or at least a silhouette of you. Your long hair matted and pooling by your knees. Flowing around you by the likes of an untamed waterfall merging into a river. Your face is turned away from him. But much to his relief he senses the steady heartbeat that thrums from your body.

In a mansion reigned by death he finds you breathing. He does not wait a moment before rushing to you. Adrian clutches your shoulders in his grasp and tips your chin up to look at your face. His hands tremble at the feel of your skin under him. Your solid form. You were here.

His hands slip on the sticky coating of blood that covers your entire body. Your naked uncovered body adorned only by the splashes of blood. As if you bathed in a spring sickly red that clung to your skin. Nothing else but a coating of blood. Your eyes that look up beyond him are pupil-less. Vacant of life and of death. Your empty gaze is focused on the altar in front of you. An altar full of your offerings. The innards of the the men who had brought you here.

You are piliant under his hands. Your breath is cold. But Adrian cannot care. He pulls you into his arms. He can make it right. He can bring you back. There has to be a way. Some way to get you back.

No one…not even your God could take you. Not now…not yet. Not in this manner. Not so painfully.

“(Name),” he calls you gently but full of a firm command. His fingers cup the soft arch of your neck. “Please look at me. Follow my voice,” he calls for you. You always answered in the past. You had to now. Not this soon. He was destined to lose you but not so quick.

He shouldn’t have left you alone. He should have seen the suspicious glances of the villagers who took in your heritage. Even as they begged for your aid.

A simple task they had mentioned. A simple enough chore for a God blessed warrior like yourself. Retrieving the abducted women from the bandits. A rescue your moral would never allow you to step back from. How had Adrian not seen the sinister gleam in their eyes?

How did their heart not melt at your assuring smile as you accepted their job free of cost? Even when you left your meagre coin to the skittering children of their town.

There were no women. You were the offering. To the crooked cult who wanted the power inside you. The cult that had marked every house of the village with a bag full of gold. He had found too late. Not days later until one of the drunk patrons at the tavern had spilled the truth at the tavern.

Warriors of Kwon were nothing more than beacons of power to the world. Luring the greed of power from the ones that desired to possess the blessing of their God.

You were one of them. Born with the light of divine and a heart bigger than ocean. This naivety perhaps was a price to be paid for the blessing of Kwon.

Kwon, the god of poor, of warriors, and justice. Your God, who had chosen you even before your birth. Your God who led you to him. The very God, who devoured your soul every time you did his bargain.

Kwon demanded your very existence. He burned and reigned until your joints screamed in protest and your mortal shell burned with the light that burnt it.

Adrian was familiar with Kwon’s light. It was the same light that had brought him back to the world of living, in your lap as you chanted a prayer for him in the unlit halls of his father’s castle. It had taken 5 years of your lifespan to bring him back. A bargain that had cost you several grey hair.

And now yet, another bargain. Another trade had cost you something. A cost greater than any. But Adrian will bring you back. Like you had. He will do it. He will drag your back from the clutches of Kwon, if need be it.

#castlevania #alucard #alucard x reader #adrian tepes x reader #castlevania alucard x reader #angst #plot bunny

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pininghermit · 2 months

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A Good Boy in Need is a Good Boy Indeed

Pairing: Sub Alucard x GN Reader

Warning: Minors do not interact. Please. (Pet play, collars, NSFW stuff in general)

AN: Prompted by a depraved friend of mine. P.S. writing smut after a long while spare me people of tumblr.

"Have you been good my darling mutt?" You purr cradling Adrian's chin in the palm of your hand. Your smirk languidly leaning back into your chair. Enjoying the beseeching look in your dearest’s eyes.

It had been hours perhaps. You could not remember, you were sure Adrian couldn’t either. It was all just a long blurr of waiting for him. Kneeling by your feet, his head bowed in submission that was hard to attain on most days. It had to be the week long of absence that your work had kept you from him. That must have broken the usual pride your beloved clutched so close to his heart.

Much to your delight your beloved leans his face into your palm, his bound hands twitching to be released. To touch, to be touched, to feel, to map each other’s body with tips of fingers, kiss of lips, licks of tongue. Adrian had been craving it since you walked in.

So taken by the idea that even mournful whimpers you were greeted with have left him at this point of your long night of this wicked game. His begging look almost breaks your resolve to drag this out more. So you let your hands wander in his locks. Threading your fingers through his Sun kissed hair as he hisses with delight inching closer, his face resting on your thigh. “Will you not answer me pet?” You ask him ignoring his warm breath next to your crotch. “Tell me have you a good boy in my absense?” Your thumb presses into his bottom lip as a sense of impatience tugs at your nerves.

Without a wait Adrian opens his mouth allowing your thumb to caress his tongue, leaving him further incapable of answering. Among your administrations of tracing his fangs Adrian resorts to a simple nod to answer your question. His hair tantalizingly brushes against your flexed thighs making your other hand grip his hair harder.

You resist the urge to pull him up and devour every last fragment of your beloved. To grant him more than the cold fabric of your pants, where he has draped his body to get closer to you. Yet, his flushed panting face stops you. Haste would spoil the fruit you both were to savor.

The sight of watching your beloved bloom with the flush of a rose after long winter. Watching his eyes loose focus, his sweet pleas, this mouth watering scent… who were you to stop your darling from unraveling so wonderfully.

It was boon granted after a long penance of earning his trust. Of Adrian going beyond his fears to allow himself to be this vulnerable with you.

Instead, your hands travel lower mapping the unmarred skin of his neck, hooking your fingers on the warm leather collar you pull his mouth closer to where you wanted it. The hitch in his breath a good enough sign until a soft moan accompanies it to make you grin wider.

You watch in fascination as his entire body tightens by a simple pull of your fingers. “Then I must test how much patience my beloved puppy learned in my absence.” You whisper although you doubt any of it reaches your beloved, who by now was soaking your pants with the wet kisses he trails down your thighs. Going as far as to tug the seams with his fangs.

You would have pulled him back were you not busy pulling him closer. Your hands intertwine themselves with his hair intending to pull him apart but all thoughts leave your mind as his kisses move closer to your groin.

Your thighs wrapping around his head as your arch back into a groan. One look at his reverent face and your will collapses no better than a house of cards.

“Fine ha,” you mutter between your gasps of pleasure. “Have it your way darling mutt.” Your eyes roll back when the man on his knees laps his wet tongue against you.

#adrian tepes x reader #alucard x reader #castlevania #sub alucard #top reader #gn reader

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pininghermit · 2 months

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Dare I Desire (Chapter 7)

Pairing: Adrian x Male Reader

Summary: Plot thiccckens

AN: I am sorry I have been MIA but shit got real and I had to grow up for once. However, things are going back to normal so here is a piece of update. Hopefully yours truly can keep this up. Link for reader's family dynamics.

You lean against a weathered stone, observing the dilapidated castle walls with a critical eye. Adrian stands nearby, arms crossed, a hint of skepticism in his gaze.

"You know, Adrian, I have a proposition for you," you begin, a mischievous smile playing on your lips.

Adrian arches an eyebrow, his tone laced with suspicion. "And what might that be, Y/N? More of your tricks?"

You chuckle, stepping forward and pointing at the crumbling wall. "Repair these walls with me, brick by brick, and I'll reward you with the second story of our little bargain."

Adrian's lips curl into a sly grin. "Ah, so you're using blackmail now, are you? Clever."

You feign offense, placing a hand over your chest. "Blackmail? No, no, my dear Adrian. Consider it more of an opportunity to learn and be entertained while we work."

Adrian's skepticism lingers, but a flicker of curiosity dances in his eyes. "Fine, I'll play along. But don't think this gets you out of your end of the bargain."

You raise an eyebrow, a challenging glint in your gaze. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it. Now, grab a hammer, my dear Dhampir, and let's get to work."

As you begin repairing the castle wall, the banter and bickering ensue. You playfully criticize Adrian's technique, earning a scowl in response. Adrian retaliates with sharp retorts about your lack of physical strength, eliciting an eye roll from you.

"You swing that hammer like a limp noodle, Adrian," you taunt, your voice dripping with mock disappointment.

Adrian shoots you a withering glare. "Better a limp noodle than a delicate vampire with a fear of a little manual labor."

You chuckle, tapping your finger against a sturdy stone you had just placed. "Ah, but Adrian, you underestimate the strength in these immortal bones of mine. Besides, it's not all about brute force, it's finesse and technique."

Adrian rolls his eyes, mimicking your voice with exaggerated flair. "Yes, yes, finesse and technique. I'm sure that's what they'll write on your tombstone."

Your banter continues as you work, your words a blend of playful jests and hidden admiration. The castle walls echo with the clinking of hammers and the occasional burst of laughter.

As the sun dips lower on the horizon, casting an orange glow over your progress, Adrian can't help but notice the transformation of the crumbling wall. Each stone you meticulously place brings new life to the structure, a testament to your joint efforts.

You pause, wiping the sweat from your brow with the back of your hand. "You know, Adrian, I must admit, you're not as terrible as I initially thought."

Adrian smirks, his voice filled with mock pride. "Well, I am full of surprises. It's not all blood and brooding with me, you know."

You chuckle, a genuine warmth in your eyes. "Indeed, my dear Dhampir. There's more to you than meets the eye."

Your bickering subsides for a moment, replaced by a companionable silence. The castle walls stand stronger than before, a testament to your shared determination.

"Now that we've made progress, it's time for the second tale," you announce, your voice filled with anticipation.

Adrian straightens, a hint of eagerness coloring his features. "I suppose I've earned it, haven't I?"

You nod, your smile widening. "Indeed, you have."

You sit across from Adrian, anticipation gleaming in your eyes. "Ah, my dear Adrian, it's time for the second tale of our bargain," you declare, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. "But before I delve into it, let me set the stage for you."

Leaning back against a plush velvet cushion, you begin to weave your narrative. "Imagine Asor, the grand vampire kingdom, during an enchanting elven festival. It was a celebration like no other, a convergence of elven cultures, a chance for diplomacy and merriment. As the youngest prince of Asor, I attended the festival as a representative of our kingdom."

You chuckle softly, memories of that eventful night flooding back. "Accompanying me was my elder brother, Saewig. He possessed the air of a skilled hunter, with a captivating charisma and an adventurous spirit that always drew attention. Saewig arrived with the intention of captivating every elleth within sight, yet vanished within seconds of our arrival, leaving me to navigate the festivities alone."

Your voice takes on a softer, more reverent tone as you continue, "Amidst the vibrant revelry, I found yourself drawn to a secluded corner of the festival grounds. A sacred grove stood there, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. It was there that I encountered her – Aria, the radiant priestess of the sun-elves."

You pause, your eyes glinting with a mixture of nostalgia and longing. "Aria was a vision of ethereal beauty, with cascading golden locks that shimmered like the sun's rays. Her eyes held the warmth of a summer's day, and her voice carried a melodic quality that seemed to stir something deep within my soul."

Leaning forward, your gaze locks with Adrian's, and you can't help but notice the subtle similarities between Aria and his mate. "We engaged in conversation, our words dancing between the boundaries of formality and familiarity. There was a subtle tension, an undercurrent of unspoken desire that hung between us, though we dared not act upon it."

Your voice drops to a whisper, your eyes reflecting a mixture of awe and revelation. "It was during that encounter that Aria, with her gentle touch and words of blessing, bestowed something extraordinary upon me. As a priestess of the sun-elves, she possessed the ability to harness the energy of the sun and channel it into others. She blessed me with a profound connection to the sun, allowing me to walk under its rays without suffering its deadly consequences."

Adrian listens intently, a flicker of something indefinable crossing his features. His perspective shifts, observing your tale with a hint of jealousy, though he refrains from voicing it. Deep down, he can't ignore the subtle pang of possessiveness that tightens within him.

You continue, unaware of the emotions swirling within Adrian. "And so, my dearest, that is the tale of Aria and the blessing she bestowed upon me. The bond we formed that night has shaped my existence, making me immune to the sun's lethal touch."

Adrian's brow furrows, his voice tinged with skepticism. "I can't help but question the authenticity of your story, Y/N. A blessing from a sun-elf priestess granting you immunity to the sun? It sounds too convenient, too fantastical to be true."

Your eyes flash with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. "Oh, Adrian, ever the skeptic. But I assure you, every word I speak holds a grain of truth. These tales are not mere fabrications, but glimpses into the depths of my existence."

Your voices rise, your argument escalating as the tension crackles in the air. The argument ends abruptly as Adrian stands, his frustration evident. "Trust you? How can I trust you when your tales are so fantastical? This bargain of yours, these stories, they're nothing more than a web of lies and half-truths."

Your heart sinks, hurt flickering in your eyes, but you mask it with defiance. "If you're not willing to listen, Adrian, then perhaps you're not as invested in unraveling the truth as you claim. But know this, I'm not fabricating these tales for my own amusement. They hold significance, not only in understanding my past but also completing your bargain. Maybe then we-"

"Do not talk to me of the bargain you made with your lies. Do no speak of it as a truth."

With those words hanging in the air, Adrian storms off, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You watch his retreating figure, your heart heavy with a mix of frustration and longing. You wonder if there's a way to bridge the gap between you, to find the common ground that would lead you to a deeper understanding.

As the silence settles around you, your internal monologue whispers, Was it the similarity to Adrian's hair, your mate's hair, that back then attracted you to Aria? Or is it something more profound, something that binds you together in ways you're only beginning to comprehend? Only time will tell.

Adrian storms away from you, his mind a swirling vortex of conflicting emotions. He wants to deny any connection with you, to brush off the stories as mere fabrications. After all, his past experiences have taught him the consequences of trusting too easily, of forming bonds that ultimately led to betrayal.

Memories of Sumi and Taka, his former companions, haunt him like specters in the night. Their acts of treachery, their ultimate betrayal of their bond, have scarred Adrian deeply. Combined with the weight of the patricide he committed, they create a barrier within him, a fortress against forging new connections.

"I don't need anyone," Adrian mutters to himself, a mantra he repeats like a shield against vulnerability. He convinces himself that his only goal is to solve the riddle, to fulfill his part of the bargain, and then be done with you. That's all he wants.

That night, when you prepare a dinner for him, Adrian hesitates for a moment. His conscience whispers to him, reminding him that there might be more to your bond, more to the story unfolding before them. But he pushes those thoughts aside, refusing to acknowledge the curiosity tugging at his heart.

He ignores you, who sit patiently in the same spot where Adrian was supposed to meet him. Instead, Adrian shifts into his wolf form and escapes into the solitude of the isolated woods. The moon's gentle glow washes over him as he roams freely, his wolf senses heightened, embracing the familiarity and comfort of the wilderness.

Deep down, however, Adrian can't shake off the nagging feeling that he's running away from something, from someone. He suppresses the bubbling jealousy that threatens to surface, burying it beneath layers of denial. He refuses to acknowledge the magnetic pull he feels towards you, fearing that history will repeat itself.

Lost in the wilderness, Adrian's wolf form moves through the silent forest, chasing fleeting shadows and evading the ghosts of his past. The night air whispers secrets, but he remains resolute, determined to keep his heart guarded, to maintain his solitary existence.

Little does he know that destiny has other plans, that the threads of your lives are intricately woven together, and that your paths will inevitably intertwine no matter what.

#alucard #castlevania #alucard x male reader #castlevania alucard x reader #mates au #male reader

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pininghermit · 5 months

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Requests Open

Got done with finals like a boss *screams into the void*. So please send in requests or asks because head empty no thoughts 🥰.

I look forward to your amazing ideas 🐧🐧

#requests open

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pininghermit · 5 months

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Founder of Death, Keeper of Life

Pairing: Alucard x M. Reader

Summary: You looked at the spiked corpses in front of you with a spark of fury in your eyes. How dare someone disrespect death in this manner? Who dared to do so?

AN: idk what i'm doing. I haven't written in a while so a rough start.

What ailment made the God of death bawl like a child? What grief has lingered in his heart like an unplucked thorn?

Dressed in fleeting black robes, the creator of death was a solemn existence. Untouched by the misery yet bound by a sorrow unknown to any.

You looked at the spiked corpses in front of you with a spark of fury in your eyes. How dare someone disrespect death in this manner? Who dared to do so?

Cupping the decaying faces crawling with maggots you pulse your energy into the remaining pieces of flesh. In blink of an eye both the corpses are gone. Guided to your court where afterlife would be granted to them.

Surrounded by the stench of rot, urine, and blood you stare at the castle. Burdened by the air of unrest everything surrounding it felt heavy with despair.

Untouched by the grime surrounding you, your gown trails behind you as you step into the castle. Dracula was dead. You had seen to it years ago.

Could it be him? Son of Dracula. Could there be even a slightest chance of him being the one?

Perhaps years of ruling death had caught up. Made you into a weakling blinded by false hopes.

The one you looked for was gone. And you were the reason. You, the God of Death, had killed him with your own two hands. You had dimmed his life with your powers. Carried his cooling body to your halls and disintegrated his soul into the empty world.

Made him into the world. Started the cycle of life with your only lover.

Long ago when the world was young. The God of Death did not exist. The purpose and knowledge existed but not the way to get to that purpose.

In a world where you were next to him. Maybe it was what humans now know as living in bliss.

You knew him from your first moment. He was next to you in the void of nothingness. Your companion. His existence was the catalyst for your path as a deity.

He existed for you to understand love, understand loving, and for you to grapple with grief that you would bring to million others.

And so it came to be.

To initiate the cycle of life and death, the God of Death was tasked to sacrifice his joy. To pay for the grief of infinite, who would die, the God of Death was tasked to bear the grief unbound by the world.

So, the God gathered his lover in his arms and kissed him. Caressed his hair and memorized every pore of his existence in his heart. Cupped his face and with a dimming heart watched his joy leave him.

The precious soul of his beloved was broken into infinite pieces, blended into the world of living where the God of Death could not venture. Broken into pieces he could not combine even with his divinity.

Doomed to be separated for eternity, the God of Death came to be at the price of his heart.

But that tale belongs to a past long gone. Times have changed.

Surely your impulse of wandering in an unkempt mess of a castle was purely to punish the mortal who had dared to disrespect death in his own little graveyard.

A racing heart, irrational hopes were just a figment of your imagination you had come to live with.

Encased with a heavy silence, the castle rings with the echoing hoots of a wayward owl.

Would you remember him after years of separation. He won't look the same either way. The soul would be incomplete. Fates would never allow it.

All the excuses of your conscience fail to stop you. Your heart has already sensed him. A part of what you once remembers. Incomplete but yours.

Perched on a creaking chair he stares back at you. Alucard son of Dracula, as many know him as.

They look nothing alike. The past trapped in your soul seems to have been erased to have rewritten by him. The one you find most familiar in the wide world of your creation.

#alucard #castlevania #alucard x reader #adrian tepes x reader #alucard x male reader #god au #angst

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pininghermit · 5 months

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Hi, do you still write?

I do. Somehow everything I write ends up gathering dust in my drafts. But with the break coming up there is something I am working on ;)

(it's God au so buckleup girlypops)

#hermit is hermiting like its no one's business #coming soon

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pininghermit · 6 months

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Dreams with no Name

Request: @queenondeezmatatas Have you ever heard of the time traveler’s wife? I’ve been thinking about a similar concept with Adrian lately. A time traveler randomly starts appearing in his life who comes and goes and eventually he finds out they’re married in the future and omg. Or what if Adrian himself time travels into the past, before his partner died when they were both much younger, and seeing her again and so young breaks his heart…

Pairing: Adrian x Reader

Genre: Angst man angst with a possible happy ending 🤭

Summary: You were a fleeting dream in his life. An achingly sweet dream.

AN: I am so sorry for this massive delay but I struggled with this prompt. I don't know I wanted to write something different. Blend stories of time travel and I do plan to give it another try but this is based on the second part of your request. Hopefully, I can plan a good time travel story.

Adrian couldn't close his eyes. He couldn't allow himself to witness all that was lost. But like a bruise that tempts someone to press on it, Adrian's grief forced him to the thorough of the past.

Of all that he had lost, there was one loss not known to many.

It was a quiet chapter. Despair he gifted to himself.

He did not possess anything but fleeting images of you. All that he had was burnt to ashes. All that remained were memories of the past.

So, alone in the dark rooms of his castle, he replayed those memories. He reminisced about the feel of your lips, the tilt of your eyes, the bridge of your nose.

Some days he could feel it under his fingertips. He could hear the chimes of your voice in his dreams. It was better than losing you, he reasoned with himself.

He could still see your eyebags, your sunken cheeks, and hear the struggle of your failing lungs. Even in his dreams, he reached for your hunched form.

His mother was there in those dreams. Holding you with him. She fed you the best of the draughts. Anything to ease your agony. He remembered how hard his mother had tried to save you.

You were a fleeting dream in his life. An achingly sweet dream.

He was young back then. Lisa had found you battered, gasping in an unlit alleyway with a number tattooed on your wrist.

She brought you to Castle Dracula. And Adrian had been intrigued by the new addition.

You were frail. His mother told him, stuck with an infection in your lung. An infection from frequent drowning, forced drowning.

You never mentioned your past. Even the name he knew you by seemed to be made up.

Yet, despite the wounds on your body, the decline of your vision, the struggle of grasping for air, you were beautifully in love with living. You were easygoing with your smiles, never stingy with laughter that left you in pain.

Somehow all the cruelty that the world forced on you failed to erase your kindness.

Even in his dreams that seemed to take him back to the past with you, Adrian failed to notice even an ounce of grief. You sat next to him, talking for hours.

He'd heard all those words several times; after all, he did not possess enough figments of you not to be able to memorize everything about you. But every time your words seemed to settle into his heart with the same fervor.

"You know the snow and freezing wind won't be doing you any favors," Adrian repeated the words he remembered from the past. He dusted the snow gathered in your hair before his arms wrapped around you, picking you up.

Just like every other time, your arms circled his neck, and you rested your head on his chest. Your hair softly fell on your face. "Just because there's a danger of falling, birds don't stop flying, just because winter comes every year, greenery doesn't give up on blooming in spring. Then what do I have to lose," you spoke in riddles as always.

Adrian loved to listen anyway. He knew his next words, his tone, his expression so he followed it, playing the part of his past self. "You're losing comfort. Why are you so set on accelerating the speed of your demise?" His past self couldn't understand your inability to protect yourself from the inevitable pain.

You chuckled teasingly, warming your freezing hands on his nape. He irritably shifted you in his arms. Even in these dreams, your hands felt so real. "It isn't pain that scares me, Adrian. It's the inability to escape it. Every time I feel it, I try to find a way to free myself from the helplessness of enduring it," this was the closest he ever came to your past. Looking back at him, you smiled. "And you always come to get me, don't you?" You kissed his lips.

In the desperation of his dream, he clung to you longer. He kissed you deeper. His kiss wavered only when he felt your quivering lips. He stopped, looking back at you.

This felt different, as if his loss of control had reshaped his past. "How long will you keep rescuing me, Adrian? When will you save yourself?" His steps faltered as he looked at your words.

He stared at you. He didn't remember this. Was he forgetting you? Did he remember the past wrong?

Your hand rested on his cheek, turning his face to look at you.

Just then, passing by the corridor, he saw himself carrying a shawl, heading the same way he had brought you from. He looked at you, still in his arms.

"How long will you continue forcing yourself into a past long gone? Adrian," you cupped his face, "It's time to go." You smiled at him despite your words.

"I… let me stay here," he begged you. "Everything but this is gone," he barely gathered the courage to look in your eyes. "Please… please keep me here," he pulled you closer despite his trembling arms.

"Life isn't meant for past darling," you wipe his tears with you sleeve. The lingering fragrance of herbs fills his senses. "Go back to your present and let me find you again." You kiss him again and the world fades into the dark.

#alucard #castlevania #alucard x reader #asks #adrian tepes x reader #time travel ish #hermit is still bawling from jjk

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pininghermit · 6 months

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Being Nanami's Younger Sibling

Genre: feels and angst

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Sibling Reader (platonic ofc)

Summary: Admiring your older brother's every move was your birth right.

⚠️Spoilers ahead!⚠️

AN: I haven't read the manga. I've watched season one and I do not have the heart to watch season two without multiple breakdowns. So, please ignore plot holes, I am doing this because I googled the plot for fun (┬┬﹏┬┬). I want to do this series for some more jjk characters lmk if you guys are interested. P.S. I cried writing this.

Born out of a cryptic pregnancy, you were an unexpected addition to the family. Your brother, Kento, was just eight years old when you came into the world, and your life from day one revolved around him. Those tiny hands of yours reached out with joyful gurgles the moment your mom handed you to Kento.

He was always the cool sibling even when he kicked you out of his room or didn't take you on his friend's birthday party.

Like a devoted shadow, you were a clingy sibling with a tendency to follow your brother despite the stern looks or eye rolls thrown your way.

Maybe that was the reason that in order to stick by your quiet brother, you learned to fill the silence with your rambles. Even adapted to the shamelessness of ignoring your brother's apparent annoyance with you.

Your phase of copying him did not come as a surprise. Subtle side eyes, peaking over his side, waiting for him to pick something, all to know your brother's choices and making them yours.

Much to your rare embarrassment, you did end up copying your brother's high school hairstyle which remains a tragedy for both of you.

However, it wasn't your insistent following that endeared you to your brother or so you thought. Rather it was your failing grade in mathematics and a traumatic homework session with dad that led you to your brother.

Just when your eyes were full of tears as your tried to please your dad, scared of angering him further, your brother Kento looked up from his book. Sat next to you and taught you gently. Since that day, your brother became your tutor. A respite from your dad's hell tutoring.

That evening you promised to love your brother the most. Give him everything he wanted. Make him proud. You didn't say it out loud, those thoughts were too sweet to be said even by a loose tongued you. Laying in your bed, you looked up to your brother, quite literally, his bunk bed was above yours.

Sneaking you video games he had no interest in, asking for presents that you had been drooling over and he just ended up not needing, asking for your favorite foods on his special days your brother showed love in the most subtle but beautiful ways.

And when he became a sorcerer, your brother became your hero quite literally. For the first time in your life, you found yourself researching something with such passion.

He liked it. Your brother was noble. His heart found joy in saving people. He himself did not realize it for the longest time.

But then he left it all. You remember the ending years of your high school, when your brother took a normal job. Working fixed hours of the day. He needed it. Yet, it was not what he wanted. You could see it.

His eyes no longer gleamed at the end of the day. He was present. Yet, lost at the same time.

During the initial years of college, you lived with him. His apartment was conveniently close to your university. In those peaceful times, you spent evenings taste-testing his cooking, dragging him to college bars and then carrying him back because he drank more than the entire bar combined. Maybe an ordinary life suited Nanami yet, it was missing something as if an amazing cookie without a pinch of salt to bring out it's sweetness.

But it returned. The spark in his eyes came from the bloodied arm on Tuesday evening. Just like that, your brother went back to being a sorcerer.

So, despite the lingering bruises or rare injuries you supported him. What else could you do? You only followed him whatever path he went. Even the days when his blood scared you, you merely helped him with first aid or drove him to the nearest hospital.

You did not burden him with your fears, or your anxiety. His job was to protect the people, and your job was to worry for him.

But your tears did come. On instances when, you sat alone in a silent hospital corridor, you allowed yourself to be scared for your brother. You cried your heart out before wiping your tears and helping your brother with a simple soup that you cooked.

Maybe that day your brother sensed your sorrow. Perhaps that was the reason why he hugged you so tightly. Or simply ignored your soft sobs while hugging you.

But now, everything in the world feels different, foreign. It's as though the tether that once held you to this world has been severed. He never returned, and you were never given an answer. So you waited, evening after evening at six, but he never came back.

Your parents held a funeral, but you couldn't bring yourself to believe it. How could he be gone? He'd been by your side since your first breath. How could your world possibly exist without him?

Huddled in your childhood bunk bed, you'd look up at his empty bed. "Come back, please," you'd whisper, closing your eyes, hoping that when you opened them, it would all be a bad dream. You waited for him to come and take away the nightmare, just like he did on the nights when you couldn't sleep after watching a horror movie.

It became increasingly difficult to find joy in the world he had saved, as it felt so wrong without him. Did he know how much you treasured him? Did you hug him before he left that day? Was he wronged, was he in pain? You could never know.

You could have stopped him. He left in front of your eyes and you let him. Now you couldn't find him. No matter how hard you tried.

"Don't go where I cannot follow," your whispers were loud echoes in the quiet apartment.

#nanami kento #nanami x reader #angst without a happy ending #platonic #siblings au #jjk #it's not much but it's honest work #hermit is bawling

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pininghermit · 6 months

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jjk men finding comfort older siblings. That's the mood.

#jjk #i'm fucking bawling #please i need comfort

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pininghermit · 6 months

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Just Talk to Me Already!

Genre: a sulking Adrian and struggling reader

Summary: All it took was a friends night out, 2 shots of vodka, and fake courage of your friends with your inflated drunk ego.

You woke up with empty arms and a spectacular view of Adrian's back – spectacular but tense. As if he hadn't just pushed himself away from your embrace the moment he felt your dream fading. But you are shameless. Unfazed by his earlier retreat, your arms circled his waist again as you drew closer. However, your attempt to settle comfortably as the big spoon was thwarted as your hands were gently pushed away, and your beloved extricated himself from the bed.

Sighing, you returned to your overheated pillow, its once-cool sides now exhausted. "Well, if this isn't the consequence of your stupid loud mouth," you groaned into your pillow.

It all began with a fateful night out with friends, two shots of vodka, and your inflated, drunken ego. Spilling the steamy details of your past steamy escapades with your ex to Adrian wasn't planned, but it happened, thanks to drunk you. A week had passed since that unfortunate incident, and Adrian was still sulking.

Normally, Adrian was impervious to your drunken antics, but this was different. It had hit a nerve, making him insecure about his own abilities and your genuine affection for him.

As the memories from that intoxicated night resurfaced amid the fog of a confusing hangover, you realized the extent of the damage. Of course, you'd apologized; you might be a wild drunk, but you were a civil person. You even tried to be cute, using the coy voice Adrian adored, but it didn't work.

Undeterred, you bought flowers, sweets, and, just for the heck of it, a dagger because your beloved had a penchant for such things. However, your care package failed to elicit even a faint smile. Instead, you found the dagger stabbed into the garden floor, a display of strength you chose to ignore for your own sanity.

Turning to a more romantic approach, you wrote a poetic letter. Adrian, known for his dramatic flair, should have appreciated it, right? Wrong. Your beautifully scripted words were obscured by grocery lists, budget planning, and reminders of yearly events...he could have used the plain blank side and no you did not pout looking at it.

Not to mention, he wouldn't even share dinner with you or rescue you from the culinary monstrosity you'd created. The desire for a simple meal prepared by Adrian had never been stronger.

In desperation you resorted to your trusted technique of annoyance. "Adrian look at me," you settled next to him, scooting whenever he tried to scoot. "Adrian look at my crooked tooth, does my finger look bent to you," you followed after him the entire day like a puppy.

Until Adrian became a damn bat and flew. Even the puppy eyes failed you.

It was only last night that he tried to slip out of your room, but you caught his wrist, stopping him. "Don't go," you said seriously. "Just sleep here. Give me a chance to make it right. So come here and lie next to me, Adrian. We can't act like a divorced couple; we aren't married, to begin with."

You pulled him back onto the bed, and he, despite his strength, let you. Wrapping your arms around him, you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, ignoring the fact that his hair almost made you sneeze during this supposedly romantic moment.

"I won't say I was wrong," your words made him tense under your touch. "I've had my fill of fooling around, of being an untethered kite. It's great, but Adrian," you pulled him closer, preventing him from seeing your blush. "I don't need that with you. I don't need wild fantasies or extreme pleasures, though I can't get enough of you. Just being in the same room as you is more than satisfying."

Your hands traced patterns on his back as you thought through your words, articulating your feelings for the first time in your life. "Don't blame yourself for anything, Adrian. Don't carry that burden. I could never forgive myself if I became the reason for your sorrow. I will gladly be the crux of your resentment. Just stay by my side and let me make it up…" You spoke throughout the night until your words began to slur, and you woke up to the sight of Adrian's back.

At least he was still in the bed, which you counted as a small victory. You planned your next grand gesture to win him over, but little did you know that your antics were making a certain dhampir, you resisted to face you, smile uncontrollably.

As he heard you groan into your pillow, he promised himself to savor these moments just a bit longer, practicing his poker face in anticipation of the day filled with your endearing gestures.

#alucard #castlevania #alucard x reader #adrian tepes x reader #fluff

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pininghermit · 6 months

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A Villainous Attempt

Genre: romance+ suggestive themes

Pairing: Alucard x GN Vampire Reader

Summary: A splash of water wakes Alucard up. He jolts up from the daze blinking at the surroundings around him. Until his head is whipped to look at you.

AN: Warnings mate, this one is dark. Corruption and manipulation at its best. Reader exceling at girlboss, gatekeep, and gaslight (except its gender neutral). Also am I evil for liking this? Dividers by @moodboard-d, thanks ;)

"Pathetic, isn't it?" You circle the pitiable dhampir, nudging him over with the tip of your boot, only to discover a puddle of vomit beneath his face.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," you recoil at the filth that now soils your boot. "What good is all that power if you can't even meet my gaze?" You use his tattered shirt to clean your boot, a grimace contorting your features.

The entire venture seems like an enormous waste of time. "Alucard," you call out his name, hoping to shake him from his stupor.

"Son of Dracula!" You repeat, but the dhampir beneath your feet merely mumbles in response. It's clear he's deeply entrenched in his self-destructive spiral, nestled among empty liquor bottles.

A sudden splash of water startles Alucard awake. He jerks up, disoriented, his gaze darting around until it lands on you.

"Listen here, Son of Dracula, I don't have the luxury of waiting for your languishing," you declare with a withering glare, your tone dripping with disdain. You grasp his face firmly, hoping to convey your impatience. "Lying around here like a lost cause—do you truly believe some grand love will come to rescue you?"

As the echoes of your words hang in the air, Alucard, still groggy from his hangover, struggles to comprehend your message. You turn away from him, muttering to yourself with a mixture of disgust and resentment.

"How long will you linger in this desolation?" you ask, leaning back against the wall with folded arms. Alucard, still trapped in a haze, frowns as your words pierce through his fogged thoughts.

"How long will you grieve for those wretched humans? Let them trample all over you?" Your question elicits a deeper frown from the dhampir, hinting at a flicker of recognition within his befuddled mind.

"Look around you; you've reduced this once magnificent castle to ruins," you remark, your voice dripping with disdain as you survey the decaying grandeur. Dust clings to every corner, and your accusatory finger points at Alucard's disheveled appearance. "You've obliterated the legacy of our noble race for what? For this?" The contempt in your voice is unmistakable.

Years of restrained rage now surge within you, and a singular goal forms in your mind - to hurt him, as he has hurt you. "They abandoned you, these so-called friends. They bound you. They even took your mother's life," you sneer, your words stinging with a biting truth. "And yet, you continue to wallow in your pitiful state. Do you have no self-esteem left?"

Alucard's response is feeble, a faint whisper amidst the echoes of your tirade. "Why do you care?" he questions, the words barely audible.

Your scoff is dismissive. "Care? You mistake this for care?" You bend down to meet his gaze, your eyes piercing. "Don't for a second think that this is about care."

"I wouldn't dare," he replies sarcastically, a hint of his former self still present.

You choose not to engage with his quip. Instead, you disclose the reason behind your presence here. "I came here to repay a debt," you declare. Memories of Count Dracula's rescue flood your thoughts, a debt that has weighed on you for years. "Your father, Count Dracula, once saved my life, transforming me into a vampire, gifting me powers akin to a pureblood." You recall the pivotal moment when he plucked you from the brink of death and granted you the means to exact your revenge. "And now, it's my turn to return the favor. I may be late, but this is my only chance to settle my life debt."

Alucard, though still unsteady on his feet, attempts to distance himself. "Leave. I don't need saving from you," he hisses, taking a few shaky steps away from you.

However, your grip tightens on his arm, and you drag him back to the wall. "You no longer get to decide," you assert firmly. "You've wrought enough havoc to last an eternity." It's a grim resolve that propels you forward, and you realize that this is the only way to fulfill your debt.

You press him against the wall, delighting in the sight of his panic-stricken eyes. "Does this frighten you now? A mere touch leaves you gasping like a fool," you taunt. His body shivers as memories of the past torment him.

Alucard cannot stop the flashbacks of the past that haunt him. Yet, you entrap him relentlessly. He shivers as he feels them, it feels as if he is still bound. "You feel it, Alucard?" Your voice takes on a seductive tone as you caress his cheek mockingly. "The fear, the helplessness? Does it all come rushing back now?" Your words continue to whisper into his ear.

"Would you choose to remain as you are? Defenseless, useless, a pawn at the mercy of even a mere human?" Your fingers entwine in his hair, your nails grazing his scalp.

"I can release you from this," you purr, your venom-laden fangs grazing his skin, his heart pounding against your lips. "I can restore your power, make you whole again. An unbound vampire, free from the shackles of mortality." Your words are laced with a dangerous allure. "Is that what you desire, to inherit the power to fulfill your father's ambitions? To become a true successor to his dream?" You blend half-truths into your narrative.

Alucard's gaze loses focus, and his tears moisten your attire. "No," he whispers, his voice breaking. "My father never wished f-"

"What do you truly know?" you interject, your voice cutting. "You never allowed him the opportunity to share his truths with you." Gently, you wipe his tears away. "Alucard, your father would not have desired to see you beg for mercy like this. He yearned for you to rise as a ruler, to be the one bestowing mercy rather than begging for it." Your words, though sweet in tone, contain a lethal poison that escapes his notice.

"Listen to me, and permit me to transform you into a full-fledged vampire. Shed your vestiges of humanity, and reclaim your thirst for vengeance. Aid me in restoring your father's dream and his glory. Will you do that, for the memory of your father?" Alucard nods, and you smile, pressing the question again. "Will you do that?" Your hands move to comfort his trembling shoulders, attempting to soothe the turmoil you've initiated.

"I will… I will agree to everything you say," he concedes, his head bowing in submission. "Please, grant me the power." He weeps into your shoulder, and though you would normally recoil from such contact, today you endure it.

"Prepare yourself, Alucard, my dear," you murmur, nuzzling at his neck as you search for the taste of his blood, aware of the heritage that courses through his veins. You taste the remnants of his humanity before sinking your teeth into his flesh, flooding him with the venom that will strip away the remnants of his mortality.

Alucard's trembling hands clutch at your arms, his tears mixing with your attire. "Soon, Alucard, you shall possess the strength to conquer the world," you whisper seductively before returning to his neck, ensnaring him further into your lies.

#alucard #castlevania #alucard x reader #adrian tepes x reader #enemies to enemies #hehe

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pininghermit · 6 months

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Cafe Light

Genre: Fluff and comfort

Paring: Platonic Adrian x Reader

Summary: As you were diligently wiping the counters, he walked in. For a fleeting moment, it felt as though your former self had materialized before you.

We all have to bear the weight of pain to truly grasp its essence, to discern its nuances, and to learn how to mend it for others. Perhaps you had already embarked on the path of healing. The inviting scent of freshly ground coffee beans, a balm for the soul, had the power to divert your mind from the looming past, a shadow that had once clung to you relentlessly. You carried the scars, yes, but they had transformed into a subtle background melody, no longer the jarring cacophony of yesteryears.

As you were diligently wiping the counters, he walked in. For a fleeting moment, it felt as though your former self had materialized before you.

His broken nose, a perfunctory frown etched into his weary face, chipped and stained fingernails, and clothes bearing the indelible marks of a harsh existence - all these characteristics aligned as he stood before you. For an instant, he appeared uncannily familiar.

"Welcome in," you chimed, gracing him with a smile, an offering he evidently hadn't anticipated. Expecting hostility to be the only retort to his presence, his initial frown slowly faded in response to the warmth that enveloped him.

Significantly younger than you were when you'd dared to seek a glimmer of hope, his apprehensive gaze scanned the array of treats before him. "How do you like your coffee, or perhaps you'd prefer a non-caffeinated drink?" you inquired, extending the offer of a fresh start.

"I have no money," he blurted, yet his eyes remained entranced by the array of delectable cakes. "You don't have to pay. Please, take a seat," you urged, and he cautiously perched himself at your counter.

His movements were marked by uncertainty, as though he awaited a scolding for merely existing.

"What is your name?" you gently probed, beginning the preparations for a drink much like the first you crafted when you found your freedom.

"Adrian," he whispered, a name that the world might have endeavored to obliterate relentlessly, yet it endured.

"I have nothing," he voiced his despair once more. "I don't even know if I'll have the breaths I draw for myself." Without meeting your gaze, he focused on his trembling, folded hands.

A youth, scarcely of age, already broken by the unrelenting violence of gangs. "Here," you offered a glass of warm milk, more comforting than any fancy concoction you could brew, capable of soothing wounds deeper than any surface scar.

Adrian downed the glass in the blink of an eye. "You can work here. You're free to use the studio upstairs," your words hung in the air, their weight sinking in. As you watched, tears welled in his eyes, his quivering lips revealing the immense emotions he held back. Soon, his sobs overtook him, and he hunched over your counter, his vulnerability laid bare. His figure trembled as he tried to regain his composure, and your hand, a reassuring presence, gently patted his shoulder as you consoled your newest employee.

"But first, we must mend your nose," you declared, enfolding the sobbing man in a comforting embrace, offering not just healing for his broken nose but also a path towards a mended spirit and a brighter future.

Cafe Light, a hidden gem nestled among many in the neighborhood, is unremarkable for its beverages or snacks. It lacks extravagant decor and breathtaking views that set it apart. Yet, it boasts the most exceptional staff.

Baristas with hands bearing scars but eyes brimming with hope. Muscular individuals who handle cutlery with the utmost gentleness, and sharp-eyed waiters who can effortlessly juggle more than four cups at once.

People gravitate to Cafe Light in search of kindness, for within its walls, even the most wounded hearts extend the warmest of welcomes.

Longtime residents of the neighborhood often speak of the café's owner, a young woman who once arrived with a pocketful of cash and a tattered jacket amidst a raging storm.

You, who toiled tirelessly, dedicated long hours to construct everything from the ground up. You meticulously taste-tested every beverage in collaboration with neighboring businesses. They witnessed you sleeping in the frigid shop when others returned to the comfort of their homes.

And for that reason, this neighborhood treasures Cafe Light.

#alucard #castlevania #alucard x reader #fluff #angst and fluff #feels #platonic #cafe au

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