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A Persistent Shadow

Request: Ooh! Werewolf female or gender neutral s/o! S/o had been turned long ago but over the years learned to control it. . S/o probably met them after season two, and alucard is a bit of a jerk at first but warms up to them.(I imagine this is kind of how he acted towards Trevor, and he's acting like this due to wanting s/O's attention and from being lonely for so long) I imagine s/o to be chill personality wise.

Pairing: Adrian x GN reader

AN: I strike back with more angst. There will be part 2. Pls be patient with my monki brain. Also P.S I kinda strayed from the request but I hope this works.

Adrian does not remember when he first met you. It had to be one of the unremarkable villages. But he did not meet you in a rowdy tavern or a smelly inn. He met you in a bleakly-lit field as you withered into the form of a werewolf.

It was a form unlike his own wolf form. Despite the sharp claws and precarious fangs, you were human. A beast and a human.

That night, Adrian did not leave the field for the comfort of a room. He waited in the field with his sword ready to get rid of the danger that you were to the village. And the next day, when your steps followed his, he did not care enough to grace you with his attention.

You followed him through unpaved roads of the forests, next to the chiming streams with a merry skip in your step. Like a shadow, you were quiet and persistent. Maybe Adrian needed that. A presence that did not offer the vain promises that the world had once offered. It was better this way…

You did not speak much. Not even his name. Neither Adrian nor you had addressed the weird routine of you following him. Throughout the day, you earnestly kept up with Adrian, and when the sun set towards the horizon, you stopped dead in your path. A sign that it was time to stop. In the past, Adrian had wandered away in the night, unstoppable until his legs gave away. But you were there to remind him of rest.

And when you made sure that Adrian did indeed stop, you would whip out all the dry wood that you gathered throughout the day. Twigs and dry grass were all that you could gather while following him.

While you set up the camp and lit the fire, Adrian hunted for the meal. It was a fair exchange. Just a fair exchange, he convinced himself. He allowed you to follow to make sure that none were harmed by your actions. He would not hesitate to kill you as he had done to many others. This is what Adrian promised himself.

Days turned into nights, and weeks turned into months. Through rain, snow, or blistering heat, you followed Adrian. Over time, Adrian learned of your subtle movements. The shine in your eyes when he purchased your favorite spice or the slight hesitation in your steps on the nights of the full moon.

Yet, you were quiet. Adrian knew only of your pained groans as you transformed. This one had been especially painful. Adrian had heard your bones shift and move under the command of your curse. Your breathing had been labored, and sweat lined your body as you panted the entire night. You were exhausted by the morning. Unresponsive to the rays of the Sun that usually woke you up. "Hey mutt," Adrian kicked you with his boot. Your slouched form barely moved despite the force he used. Bleary eyes gazed back at him as you tried stretching your sore arms.

A questioning look filled your eyes as you became more and more aware of your surroundings. Your eyes scanned him for any signs of hurt with a worried look. "Nothing happened," Adrian answered your silent question. Your tense muscles relaxed. "Now go and shower; you smell awful more than you already do," with another kick to your bicep Adrian walks away from your lying form.

He does not want to see care for him in your eyes. Nor does he want you to consider him anything more than your doom.

That day you return to him with freshly showered hair, a brand new tunic with a color so blue that it fades the majestic summer sky, and a subtle lingering fragrance of jasmine. There is a smile in your eyes as you make your way to him.

Adrian can't help but notice how beautiful your hair looks as it clings to your face and your neck. How much the color blue complements you. Or the fragrance of jasmine that seems to become a second scent to you. He almost catches his own lips morphing into a smile.

And no, Adrian does not think it is adorable when you shake your wet head like a dog.

Caught in the turmoil of his surging emotions, Adrian sighs in relief at the sight of the nearest town. Weaving through crowded streets, he feels your presence beside him, staying close despite the rush.

A sense of unease fills his heart as he steps closer to his destination. Unaware, you naively follow him. But for the first time, your steps falter. A sudden jolt as you finally catch up with the dimly lit area of the town. An area full of scantily clad women and perverse men. The red district of the town.

Adrian feels the intensity of your gaze on his back as he steps closer to a brothel that looks like nothing but a breeding ground for diseases and illegitimate children. His own heart beats faster than ever.

A necessary evil, he reasons with himself. It would be better for you to know better. To break any hope. Lost in his thoughts, Adrian stops when he feels a tug. Turning back, he sees you holding onto his sleeve. Looking him in the eyes, you desperately shake your head.

There is an unsaid plea in your eyes, similar to one he had once possessed. However, Adrian does not answer your request. Shrugging away your fragile hold, Adrian dusts his sleeve. His eyes try to evade the hurt look in your eyes.

"Who would want a monster like you?" there are tears now. Adrian clenches his fist as he steels himself against your pain. "Not even a whore would want you. Not with this stupid tunic or the most potent fragrance. No one would want you." He hears it then, the painful sigh he has heard from your lips a million times before. Only this time it is quieter and more vulnerable than ever.

He does not know how long you continue standing there or if you leave at the very first noises of his pleasure that you would have heard with your hearing. But the next day, you are gone. The only pieces of you that are left behind are the bunched-up blue tunic under a tree and the dainty bottle of fragrance that you spent your meager coin on.

Left alone with the familiar hollow of his own thoughts, Adrian carefully holds on to your belongings, putting them under the safety of his own. He had succeeded. But even the success felt so worthless, so bland.

Walking on the solitary path, Adrian did not allow himself to turn even once. He did not give himself the satisfaction of looking for you or following the trail of your fading fragrance. Instead, he walked until his feet stumbled over the wayward roots of the unlit forest. And as he lay there in the dark, he could not help but reminisce the warmth of your fire. "Come back," he wanted to plead. "I was bad," he was sure you would return.

In his dreams, he allowed himself to imagine what it would have been like if he had walked away from the brothel. If he could take back his words and tell you the truth.

So for months, Adrian mourns for what could have been love. It had to be love. It was his love and yours. Incomplete yet so beautiful in its memories.

And when months later his heart stops the moment he catches a glimpse of you, you scurry around the town with a stream of shrieking children following behind you. Your hair is braided with jolly dandelions, albeit in crooked braids.

Your carefree smiles at the children pierce his heart. Adrian had mourned for your loss. He had lamented his actions and spent months in the ruin of his thoughts. But you seemed so untouched by any despair.

An ugly rage fills Adrian. Call it envy, pride, or arrogance, but it is too late before he marches out of the town. However, it is not before he stops by the village chief with a small letter.

A letter that warns the chief of your truth. Consumed by the flames of revenge, Adrian does not ponder before he leaves the town.

A twisted part of him makes him stay by the village outskirts, waiting for you. He would gladly rescue you, and then you would come to him. Your smiles would be his, and your path would once again align with his.

Smiling, Adrian closes his eyes under the vast sky.

But you do not come running to him. Neither does he hear anything from the villagers. When he tries looking for you in the paths he had once seen you, he finds nothing but silence. Somehow, you have vanished from the face of the Earth.

The only remaining evidence of your presence that Adrian finds is the bulging bag of coins on the village head’s desk.

i would like to know your thoughts on feral!alucard. we've talked about his strong sense of emotion relating to attraction but what about anger?

To be frank, he's scary as hell. Normally calm and relaxed people reach a new level of anger when it finally hits them.

Feral!Alucard is focused (strange to think about because anger usually blinds a person), which is scary because his focus is on whoever pissed him off and he is definitely coming up with millions of different ways to rip this person in half. He will shout. but in specific situations. You'd need to be very concerned when he's quiet. I call this Scary Calm. When he's Scary Calm he's already decided somebody is going to die. The best anyone can do, is stay out f his way and let him do what he's doing or face a scathing glare.

I do think, under certain circumstances, say he's being influenced by some unknown source he could be thrown into a blind rage. And even uninfluenced, if the situation is bad enough he could snap, crackle, and pop.

To Have and To Hold

A/N: I know y'all sent me asks. I saw them but I HAD to write this or I was going to burst. This is 2K words and less than 5% of what I have in store for this. If you'd like to be added to the taglist don't hesitate to ask! Enjoy!

Warnings: yandere!Alucard, fem!reader, nightmares

Summary: You travel to Dracula's Castle to help the owner get the place registered as a historical landmark and enter into an overwhelming relationship with Alucard.

Chapter One

Standing in front of one of the oldest castles you've ever been near, you marveled at the vast structure. This Castle dated back to the 1400s and was suspected of possibly being centuries older. To be the youngest historian in your class (and current job) and be given the opportunity to examine this place was amazing. There were rumors of this being the very castle that Dracula himself had inhabited. Not a firm believer in the supernatural, you regarded the legend with fascination and fearless curiosity. Inhaling the early morning air, you place the toe of your boot on the first step and a rush of chills runs through your body. The shock makes you slightly dizzy and you wait a moment before attempting to ascend the stairs again. This time there's no chill and you continue on, ignoring the gnawing feeling in your gut.

The doors of the structure are taller than any you've ever seen and you gingerly rub your fingertips against the hard door and the gothic dragon's head door knocker that hangs just beside your head. You lift it and let it fall with a heavy clang that somehow urges the massive door to open with an echoing creaking sound. Pushing the door open enough for you to slide through you look around and quietly step further into the room. The floor is made of sleek dark wood and spread out in one of the biggest foyers you've ever seen. There are pillars leading all the way back to a grand circular staircase. The middle of the floor is covered with a rich velvet rug surrounded by smaller circular and diamond-shaped rugs on the sides of it. There are several elegant seating areas and lamps decorating the room.

"Hello?" You say loudly. Your voice echoes through the hall and you stand still to hear some kind of movement. You're met with silence. A little unsettled you begin to turn around and nearly run into what you think is the prettiest man you've ever seen. He stands at about 6'2. Dressed in a black turtleneck and smooth black dress pants. Blond brows furrowed in a frown over honey-colored eyes burning with suspicion and what you suspected was disapproval. His bright hair falls lightly around his shoulders and the elbows of his crossed arms. His lips are pressed together in a firm line as he looks you over swiftly.

"Can I help you?" His voice is low and travels down your spine, resting in the deep pit of your womb. You breathe loudly, searching for the words to explain your presence.

"Uh..I-I was-, I'm supposed to be-, I'm here to see the castle." You hold out the papers in your hand that stated you had been sent by the agency that had contacted and received the consent of the owner of this property to come here.

The blond took the papers quickly and looked them over silently.

The land this castle was on was connected to a portion of the nearby town that the government was looking to modernize. In order for this place to be protected from future lawsuits and any other issues that might arise in reference to the land the owner of the castle had struck a deal with your organization. Getting this place registered as a historical landmark and privately owned property would ensure its security which is why you had been sent.

After a moment, he folded them back up and handed them to you. You took them back and shoved them into your bag before looking up at him again. Though the original suspicion had subsided, the intensity of his gaze had not. You bit the inside of your cheek silently as he stared you down.

"There are parts of this castle that are under construction. Places you will simply not be able to visit for your safety. Do you understand?" You nod quickly. His eyes narrowed slightly and you swallowed, hoping he couldn't hear the speed at which your heart hammered in your chest. "I've had a room set up for you and I'll do my best to provide you with whatever you may need while you stay here. Come." He turned swiftly and headed toward the large staircase towards the back of the room.

It took you making it to the steps to gain the courage to begin a conversation. "This place is so large and beautiful. How long have you lived here?" He glances at you out of the corner of his eyes and subtly picks up his pace. "I was born in this place."

"Wow, that's amazing. Have you lived here your whole life?” You skip forward a little to keep up. He audibly sighs, seemingly exasperated with your questioning. You were used to people getting bothered by your questions so you patiently waited for his answer. He seemed to recognize you were probably going to press on because he slowed down and looked at you more pointedly. “On and off throughout my life. I was raised here and traveled in my adulthood and have returned. This place is my home.”

 You gasp excitedly. “Well, that’s wonderful! You’re the best person to talk to about the history of the place.” You pulled out your notepad and pen. “When exactly was this place constructed?”   He frowns slightly, eyes scanning the walls as he thinks. “It’s very old. Perhaps sometime in the 1100s.”

“That’s so long ago! To create this kind of structure in that century is amazing. It’s futuristic. Who’s responsible for the build and the design? How many people did it take to put this place together? How long did it take to build?”

  In the span of you speaking you both had stopped walking and he was staring at you with a peculiar expression on his face. “Are you always this animated?”

 You shrug. “You should see me after I’ve been caffeinated.” His eyes soften and the corners of his mouth curve upward. He resumes walking and you follow. “Is that bag the entirety of your luggage?”

“There was a bit of a mixup at the airport so my bag should arrive in the country sometime tomorrow. They’ll call me when it gets here. Thankfully it was only clothes. Everything else I need is in this carry-on.”

“The cellphone reception here is very difficult. The airport will contact the nearest mailing office in town and they’ll call me on the landline. I’ll let you know tomorrow if they do so.” You nod as he stops in front of a tall door with a rose on it. He opens the door unceremoniously and steps aside so you can enter first. It’s larger than your studio apartment and the apartment next to it combined. The floor is littered with what you thought could be hand-painted flowers and beautiful swirls. The ceiling was dark and seemed to reflect the brightness of the art on the floor. A canopy bed was pushed against the farthest wall with large nightstands on either side.             There was a smooth cream chaise with orange flowers embroidered on the cushion beside the fireplace. In the back of your mind, you can feel his gaze on you as you continue to marvel at the place.             “It’s so pretty.” Gently dropping your bag on the floor, you turn to look at him. “Thank you for allowing me to stay here. It’s wonderful, truly.” He nods. “I’ll be back to collect you for supper.” He shuts the door and you listen for his footsteps as he walks away.

After you’re sure he’s gone you skip around the room looking at every detail before plopping on the bed and sighing. The soft blankets enveloped you and before you knew it your eyes were heavy and you were drifting. 

It was lonely in the dark. Clinging to the walls like your life depended on it. The whispers urged you to run to get away as soon as you could.              Run. Run. Run. They urged. But you couldn’t. Your legs were noodles beneath you and he was coming. Too fast. So fast you gave up and plummeted down, down deeper into the dark as fear swallowed you whole and his hot breath scorched your neck.            

You jump awake as your body is shaken. Pulling you into consciousness. The room comes into view and so does the worried face of the man you’d met earlier. Slowly, you become aware of the feeling of his right arm under you, holding your body to his as his other hand rests on your forehead. You take a deep breath, noting the soft scent of his cologne and the feeling of his breath brushing over your skin like a shy kiss.              “Hi.” You whisper. He chuckles shakily. “Hi. I thought you were-, you were shouting. Were you having a bad dream?” You blink in confusion. “I can’t remember. I’m sorry for disrupting you.”              He shook his head, letting his hand slide down the side of your face before allowing you to sit up. “Don’t worry about it, Y/N. Dinner is ready. You look famished.” He rises without another word and heads for the door.              He leads you toward the kitchen. The kitchen was just as beautiful as the other parts of the castle you’d seen. The floor was lined with black and white checkered tiles. The sink was larger than any modern one you’d ever seen and the small table in the middle of the room had five chairs surrounding it with a vase full of yellow flowers in the middle. There were several medium-sized dishes with baked chicken, vegetables, and mashed potatoes placed around it. There were two places for both of you to sit.

            “I hope you don’t mind eating in close quarters. The dining room is rather large and I rarely use it except for gatherings.” He glided past you and pulled out a seat for you to sit. You smile shyly and take your seat, allowing him to push the chair up. “Did you make all of this?”             He sat across from you and unfurled his folded napkin. You watched as he elegantly laid it over his lap and began to fill his plate. “Some. My cook, Marguerite, helped with the side dishes after setting your room up.”             “Ah.” You murmured absently as you watched the way he delicately grasped the dishes. He placed the food on your plate without asking and you made no move to protest. Too mesmerized by the prettiness of your host. He avoided your gaze, keenly aware of your eyes on him as he sat the last dish down and began to fill your glasses with some fizzy drink in a sleek bottle.              It was then that it dawned on you that you had yet to exchange names but he had already called you by yours. “How did you know my name?” He looks at you then. 

“Hmm?” 

“My name. You called me by name earlier. I don’t remember me telling you or you telling me yours.”             He resumed cutting the meat on his plate. “It was on the paper you handed me earlier. Both of our names.”             “So you’re Adrian.” You said slowly while scooping up a bit of mashed potatoes and tasting a bite.             “You sound so surprised.”             “I am. I thought you’d be some old guy. You look really young to own a place like this. Don’t you have any family?” 

His movements slow, staring at his plate.

            “I’m alone.” 

The words are a whisper and the quiet in the room is deafening. “Me too.” You say quietly. “I’m an orphan.” His eyes find yours and you give him a small smile before turning your attention back to your food.

As the night continues, you begin to see Adrian’s cold exterior melt away as you talk about his memories of this place (careful to avoid the questions regarding his family and how he lost them).

You learn of the history and take note of it in order to write it down later. At the end of the night, you’re drowsy and Adrian takes you to your room. Before you enter he points towards a big black door at the end of the hall. “My room is there. If you need anything throughout the night just knock.” You nod and watch him enter his room before entering your own. 

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What do you think turn-ons and turn-offs would be for our pretty vampire boy

Alucard’s kinks*

[You] *CW: contains sexual themes, namely turn-ons and turn-offs. It gets specific.

Note: Ooh! Listen, I love this. I feel like our Sunshine Prince might’ve been a full-on Sub if the Taka+Sumi incident didn’t happen. I HC him to be a switch because of the need for some semblance of control!

Subject me to your thoughts and violent reactions. 😪

Turn-offs

He’s not a big fan of an overly potty mouth, in general. You can cuss here and there, but every time you speak is just too much. Please, have some class.

If you’re overly flirty with everyone, that’s also a no because he is a very monogamous lover. He wants you all to himself and likewise, he gives his all to you. Being overly flirty with everyone can make him feel insecure, like he’s not special to you after all.

He will never fall for someone who is unkind or sadistic in any way at all. He will not even pay you any attention. That also goes for someone shallow who only likes him for his looks or status.

Bondage. Yes, you saw that coming, didn’t you? Anything that restricts his movement, he’s uncomfortable with for obvious traumatic reasons.

Facials. He’s not all about cumming on your face. He’d rather stuff himself deep inside you instead. He’s not one for degradation of any sort and doesn’t feel the need to do that to you. He gulps on that respect juice. However, he doesn’t mind cumming elsewhere—butt, stomach, etc.

Turn-ons:

Intelligence. If you’re well-spoken and your thoughts are logical and you’re not afraid to speak your mind, he might just fall in love with you. He wants someone who won’t shy away from discussions, but can remain respectful about it. Someone creative and intellectual who can match his energy.

He’s putty in your hands if you are caring and understanding yet also capable of being headstrong; someone with both conviction and compassion is someone he can admire.

When you wear his shirt and it looks like a dress on you cause his frame is much larger—the way it’s falling off your shoulder, the V-neck cut of it so deep on you that he gets a good view… It makes him want to take you then and there.

Hair-pulling, back-scratching, those little things you do that gives him a tiny bit of pain that’s also pleasurable. When you show him how much you’re letting go when you fuck.

A partner who fully trusts him, fully submits to him. He finds it so hot when you let him do as he pleases, when you show him how much you want him. When you let him roughly bend you over his desk and fuck you from behind, the wet slapping sounds echoing throughout the castle. But at the same time, when you take control and dominate him, when you ride him til he’s quaking and your legs start shaking, that’s just as hot.

To some smaller degree—breeding kink. Adrian isn’t sure if this is a vampire trait, like some sort of natural hunger to procreate, but… the thought of pushing himself balls-deep in you so he can cum deep inside you turns him on more than he lets on. Especially when you clench around him tightly and milk him for all he’s got as he’s cumming. The thought of putting babies in you, you carrying his offsprings… that’s hot. Needless to say, he is also crazy for a good creampie. 😌

When you moan his name… Honey, it’s over for you and him both.