☆summary: you and adrian share a small step in intimacy
☆cw: fingering, handjob, squirting, cum eating
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The castle was quiet was quiet as it has been for some time now. Despite the village that was taken set outside on it's grounds, the walls of the palace was always eerily quiet.
Adrian was out assumably in his study. He has opened up more with the return of his friends and actual living people near him but your heart can't help but break as you remember what he told you of his time before.
Just as you return to focusing on making your dinner—not all of us can go in a spot of blood—you feel the air shift behind you. Spinning to look, you see Adrian standing in his ruffled shirt, sword no longer by his hip.
"Hello, Dear"
He walks toward you, pulling you away from the counter, rapping his arms around your waist. "I wish for you to join me tonight," you were pulled to be chest to chest.
"I thought you weren't..." you try to avoid bringing up what he briefly told you. Your heart still breaks when you thought of what he's been through.
"Yes however tonight I wish to try with you... if you'd like."
The second you nod, your head at him, he scoops you up in his arms and takes you into the main bedroom. You've been here a few times yet you've never really spent night, opting to give him his privacy.
Alucard begins to strip you, piece by piece. In order for this night to go well he would need to have full control lest he be reminded of before. Slowly he drops your garments to the floor, before turning to you.
"On the bed darling," his tone sturn yet somewhat nervous, still you were eager for the chance of anything night so you saved the defiance for another time.
With your back towards him you climb up onto the bed, making sure you arched your back as much as possible. Turning to place your feet up on the footboard.
Your heart beat with anticipation, surely he could hear it. Legs parted to put your arousal on display, you could see the slightest blush on his cheeks.
"You look divine, darling."
In the spilt second you take to revel in his sweet words, he full undresses. His chest and abs glisten with sweat despite the castle always eerily cold.
"Do you always need to speed out of your clothes?"
"Only when I'm eager dear."
With that his hand was around his semi hard cock, eyes biting through every layer of you.
Watching.
Waiting.
The realisation hits you, finally seeing where he was going with this.
You lean back on your elbows, spreading your legs a bit more. Reaching a hand around, you start working your clit. Dipping into your slit using the slick to rub.
His fangs peek out at the sight of your slick. Rubbing his palm around the tip he groans, "Wet for me, yet I haven't even touched you." His lips parting in small moans.
So you began putting on a show, jolting your hips against the palm of your hand. Acting like you grinding against his dick with your fingers inside.
"So good, Adrian~"
"That's right fuck yourself on your fingers for me," gripping the around the crown of his head, he was fucking his fist. His grip was tight with his wrists, twisting going from base to crown.
Adrian's groans ring through the walls, sending shivers down your front. The throb of your clit, the way his face screws up, and the intimacy of everything spurs you on.
Eventually your core tighten and your movement slowed. You hips twitched while the rest of you was froze in place.
By the time you opened your eyes, you saw that you had squirted. "That was so fucking sexy," Adrian groaned stroking your cock at a more desperate rate.
"F-fuuuuck"
Then you felt his release landing on your face and a pleased look on his.
"Was that truly necessary," you say as you pull some it from your cheek to your mouth.
"It is when you find it hot." Now standing directly in between your legs and sets a soft kiss on your forehead.
"Thank you for doing this with me," you heard the slight nervousness in his voice. You take his hand in yours and pull him closer.
"Anything for you love."
His toothy smiles graces your own. "I love you too."
SUMMARY: Your souls were bound by the cruel thread of fate. He was blessed by the blood flowing in his veins, you by the unknown. But as destiny took its course, the safety and peace in which you lived was violently ripped away. Fractured and broken, you walked the agonizing path that destiny set before you, unaware it would lead you back to where it all began.
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You are the main character of this story. There is no direct description of reader's hair/eyes/body etc.
fake pagan-based spirituality that is important to the plot
slow burn. we start from before the events of season 1 and span throughout the entirety of the series
[TRIGGER WARNINGS:]
this story may contain the following: strong language, blood/gore/violence, alluding to SA (only in one part), sexual themes, death/ grieving, and more.
Viewer discretion advised
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Castle Dracula, January 1474
THE LAND WAS ENSHROUDED WITH THE POWDER OF FRESHLY FALLEN SNOW, the lakes and rivers frozen over as the lull of winter forced the earth into deep slumber. The clearing in which you stood was untouched, the ancient forest painted in white crystal, still and quiet, as if it held its breath. With every inhale and exhale of your heaving chest, thick clouds of vapor tumbled from your lips and disappeared into the frozen air. Dried blood stuck to your shirt from the slice on your arm, the sting of Adrian's blade still fresh on your skin. Your own steel sword was slick with his blood; the ivory handle clutched firmly in your grasp.
"What does that make it now, two to three?" he smirked smugly, running a pale hand through his cascading golden locks. He wore nothing but a white shirt and leather pants, impervious to the freezing weather that had settled upon the land. Your own body was clad in a similar fashion, except a thick fur cloak was fastened around your shoulders to keep the encroaching cold at bay.
"Again," you steadied your footing on the snowy banks of the frozen lake, readying your sword arm once more.
"If you insist." he obliged you, bringing his own blade to the center of his face. Adrian bent his head before dashing forward, the speed of his movements causing a flurry of snow in his wake. The clashing of steel echoed throughout the frozen clearing, the sharp, shrill sound causing a flock of crows to abandon a nearby tree. The two of you were indecipherable slashes against the landscape as you sparred, meeting each other's strikes evenly. You went for his chest, but he blocked it with ease, an overconfident smirk etching itself onto his features. With a flick of your empty hand, you called forth your light, throwing the half disks at his legs and feet. Promptly he jumped back, dodging and rolling out of the way of each beam.
"That's a dirty trick." he tsked.
"It is only dirty because you did not expect it." your own smile pulled at your lips.
He rushed at you again, initially aiming for your torso before changing his trajectory at the last possible second. His sword flew through the air with his magick, aiming right for your blade. You tried to out-maneuver it, but it was too late. Your sword was flung from your grasp, landing too far for you to correct. You summoned your light in both hands, sending each beam in a perfect arc in his direction. Adrian dodged all but one until he was upon you. Your bodies collided and you lost your footing, bracing for the pain and sensation of falling. His arm snaked protectively around you, bearing the brunt of the impact as he landed on his back, the fluffed snow puffing up in a shimmering cloud around you. You were pulled firmly onto his broad chest, the breath stolen from your lungs.
"That was a dirty trick," you panted, pulling away ever so slightly so you could read his expression, "going for my sword arm like that."
"From the lessons of my father, you always attack your opponent in the way they'll least expect." his voice was soft next to your ear, his smirk reappearing on his face. You could see his fangs as he smiled, which you had found endearing ever since the moment they began to show themselves.
"I shall remember that for next time," you muttered sarcastically.
"Take your loss honorably," he gazed at you with bright eyes, tightening his hold on you, "it is the respectable thing to do."
You regarded him for a moment before bending down, your noses barely touching. You did not feel him tense as you moved closer to him, his breath catching imperceptibly. "It is a good thing honor does not matter while sparring." with deft and quick hands you fisted a handful of snow and put it down the front of his shirt. His golden eyes widened in realization, a playful hiss escaping him. You took the opportunity of his surprise and rolled off, landing in the snowbank beside him. The sudden cold took your breath away, and for a moment you lost your bearings. Adrian used it to his advantage and rolled on top of you, pinning your arms above your head with just one hand.
"Adrian!" you attempted to wriggle from underneath his grasp, but to no avail.
"Did you forget I don't feel the cold?" he bent down, inches away from your face.
"You may not feel the cold, but you hate the way wet clothing feels upon your skin." you smiled wickedly.
"That is true," he agreed, "but not as much as you."
"No, no, Adrian don't! Please!" you couldn't help the fits of laughter that escaped you as he reached for a handful of snow, waving it above your head playfully.
"Admit that I won, concede. If you do, I will let you go." the snow sat glittering in his palm, his grin growing at the sound of your laughter.
"But-"
"Concede!" he held the snowball in his hand mock-threateningly.
"Alright, alright! You won!"
He stared at you for a moment longer before throwing the ball of snow into the quiet woods. His other hand released you, eyes never leaving your form. Your face was alight with humor, your cheeks heated from laughter, ice crystals glinting in your hair.
"What?" you peered at him through your lashes. "What are you looking at?"
Adrian shook his head, clearing his thoughts. "You have ice crystals in your hair." he quickly stood before offering you a hand. You took it, your palm warm against his own.
"That is what happens when one rolls around in the snow." you giggled, attempting to shake the snowflakes from the crown of your head with your hand as you searched for your blade. You found it a few paces away and quickly seized and sheathed it. "Shall we head back? I'm absolutely famished."
Adrian nodded, briefly avoiding your gaze. You didn't notice the slight flush of his cheeks as you turned towards the direction of the castle, hooking your arm within his own as you went.
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"What did I say about sparring with real blades?" Lisa's grey eyes were narrowed, her lips pursed as she inspected the small gash on your arm.
"I'm quite alright, Aunt Lisa. It is just a surface wound."
"Even so," she shook her head, "you need to be careful."
You sat atop the wooden counter of the castle kitchen, the scent of venison stew wafting from the enormous woodstove. The warmth of the fire was a balm to your freezing skin and your stomach began to growl at the promise of food.
"We were careful, mother," Adrian pressed a quick kiss to her cheek, golden eyes shining, "I promise."
"Careful? The cuts and blood on your shirt say otherwise." she sent a pointed look to her son, but a small smile tugged at her lips. He smiled sheepishly in return, the tips of his fangs glinting in the glow of hearthfire.
"My wounds are already healed." he replied, revealing the smooth skin of his muscled forearm.
"That is the only advantage you have over me, dhampir," you playfully taunted, "quick healing and the like."
"The only one, High Priestess?" he teased back. "Did I not disarm you not only moments ago?"
"With the magick of your blade," you dismissed him with a roll of your eyes.
"Hmm," he stepped closer to you, golden eyes boring into your own, "says the one who used her own magick first."
"Hmm," you echoed him, smiling broadly.
"If you two are quite finished, I would appreciate your help in setting the table for supper." Lisa wiped her hands upon her apron; a knowing smile spreading across her face.
"Yes, mother."
"Yes, Aunt Lisa."
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Wallachia, March 1st 1474
THE EARTH BEGAN TO AWAKEN, the promise of spring ushering new life into the flora and fauna. You sat in the meadow of the Tepes lands, singing softly to the bright purple flowers that surrounded you and the fat honeybees that sought their pollen. The early spring sun shone down from the sky, basking everything in its pale golden light. Lisa was a few paces away, working contently in the herb garden, long golden hair held back from her face in a thick braid. You had accompanied her to the cottage a few days prior, as Dracula and Adrian had left to travel abroad. They had extended an invitation towards you, but you felt compelled to enjoy the time alone with your adoptive Aunt in the warmth and familiarity of your childhood home.
The two of you spent your days leisurely strolling the surrounding forests, foraging wild mushrooms for her medicines, attending to the sick villagers who came for treatment. It was on one of those particular days you met a young man, his emerald eyes a deep contrast to the darkness of his hair. You could admit he was handsome, especially for a human male, but it paled in comparison to the otherworldly beauty of a certain dhampir, you thought. The comparison struck you as odd, and you quickly banished it from your mind. The young man had introduced himself as Edwin, the son of a blacksmith in one of the nearby villages. He had traveled to be treated for a particularly severe burn on his hand, the flesh angry and bubbling with blisters.
"I was clumsy," he admitted with a shrug of his shoulders, "I accidentally brushed my hand upon the furnace. Never felt so much pain in my life."
Lisa studied the wound intently, dabbing it with a soothing mixture of cooling herbs. "You are lucky it did not burn into the deeper layers of the skin. It may look ghastly now, and hurt something awful, but it will heal with minimal scarring."
"I don't care if I am scarred, doctor. It comes with the profession. I only care if I am unable to continue my apprenticeship."
"As long as you give yourself time to heal, it will be fine. Let me go prepare you a poultice. I will return shortly." she stood from the kitchen table and left swiftly.
Edwin peered at you with curiosity, green eyes alight with something you could not place. "What is your name? Are you the doctor's daughter?"
"No," you shook your head and introduced yourself, "she is my aunt."
"By blood?"
You tilted your head in confusion, a frown etching itself on your lips. "What does that matter?"
His eyes widened as he realized he had offended you. "I meant no offence, lady. It is just, you do not appear related."
"She is my aunt," you said again, "and no, not by blood."
"Are you a doctor as well?"
"Why are you asking so many questions?"
He grinned widely. "I am just attempting to make conversation with a beautiful woman. Is that such a crime?"
Your cheeks heated. "No, I suppose not."
"Well then, are you a doctor?"
"No."
"I would have thought you were. You have the look of a healer."
"And what do healers look like?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "I suppose they can appear any way. It is the look in your eyes, that is my meaning."
You regarded him for a moment. "I dabble with the healing arts, but I am not as skilled as my aunt."
"You strike me as the kind of person who could remedy that very easily," his green eyes bore into your own, "wouldn't you agree?"
"Here we are," Lisa had reappeared before you had the chance to answer, carrying the poultice and a glass bottle filled with a dark brown liquid. You stayed silent while Lisa continued her ministrations on Edwin's hand, extremely aware of the many glances he sent your way. They talked easily amongst themselves until she had finished, bandaging his wounded hand in fresh linen.
"Keep the poultice applied for two days, and make sure you drink this medicine once daily. It is just wine with some powdered herbs mixed in. It will help stave off infection. Come by next week so I may assess its progress."
"Thank you, doctor. I shall. " Edwin bowed his head deeply, standing from the dining chair and crossing to the door. He thanked Lisa once again before turning to you, bowing his head, eyes glinting. The days went by quickly and Edwin reappeared at the cottage just as he had promised. The burn and blisters on his hand had healed considerably, the only indication of an injury being the bright pink irritation upon his skin.
"That medicine you gave me worked wonders, doctor. I have had burns in the past, but they took twice as long to heal."
Lisa smiled, examining the hand. "I am glad to hear it. How is the pain?"
"Very minimal. Before I could scarcely handle the weight of a spoon in my hand. Now I barely feel anything at all."
"That is excellent! I don't think you need another poultice, but I think a soothing balm should work wonders. I will return with it at once." she stood from the table and walked away, leaving you alone in his company once more.
You felt the weight of his stare and you met it evenly. "You have a very odd habit of staring at strangers."
He smirked. "I only stare at things that hold beauty. Besides, we are no longer strangers."
"So you say."
"Does my gaze offend you?"
"Hardly," you waved your hand dismissively, "but your gawking grows a bit tiresome."
"Gawking, is it?" he huffed a laugh.
"What else would you call it? If you have something to say to me, please do so."
"Alright. How would you feel taking a stroll with me, once I finish with the doctor?"
"A stroll?"
"Just to the edge of the woods, where the path to the cottage joins the main road." his green eyes were bright with hope.
You considered for a moment before agreeing. "Just to the path where it meets the road."
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A friendship with the blacksmith's son quickly blossomed after that. You would take pleasant walks through the forest, listening intently as he spoke to you of his travels. You found yourself relishing in the pleasantness of a new person's company, the foreign feeling causing newfound excitement to bloom in your chest. You did not mind that he was the only one who spoke during your time together, growing too addicted to the invigorating prospect of a new friend to care.
For two months Edwin met you at the cottage's crossroads each Sunday, bearing small bouquets of flowers upon each visit. Every time he gifted them to you, his eyes shone with the brightness of the sun filtering through the green tree canopy above. He would share stories from his days working at the smithy, using exaggerated voices as he recalled interesting or wild experiences with customers and travelers. You'd laugh genuinely, face alighting with humor as you watched him talk expressively with his hands. It was on such a day he finally shared about his family life, his usual light demeanor heavy with an emotion you could not place. You sat on an old log across from him, watching as he leaned against a nearby tree.
"My younger sister is to marry soon," he took a deep drink from the wine bottle he brought with him, "and my mother is beside herself. Always fussing over trivial things."
"How old is your sister?" you questioned.
He frowned gently, pausing for any moments before shrugging. "I don't remember, actually. Old enough to marry, I suppose."
Your eyes narrowed. "Does she even want to marry?"
"Of course," he laughed easily, "don't all women?"
You felt an uneasy sensation begin to bubble inside you. "No, I don't believe so."
His emerald eyes snapped to you, a cocky grin etching itself onto his lips. "Do you not wish to marry?"
"No, I haven't thought of it. Do you?" you responded evenly.
Edwin didn't answer as he continued to smirk at you, a twinkle in his eye. Silently he crossed over to where his leather pack sat and pulled out a small batch of flowers. Securing the wine bottle back in the bag and standing straight, he crossed over to you and held the flowers out.
"For you. And yes, I do."
In the following weeks after that day, you sensed a shift from Edwin you could not place. You felt as if his eyes stared a bit too long as you walked through the forest trails, how he lingered just a bit too close. How when you spoke, you often found his focus on your lips instead of your eyes. On the day he gifted you peonies, everything changed.
You walked side by side on the forest trail, showing him the different medicinal plants that dotted the area. You were too engrossed in your teachings to notice that he paid no mind to what you were showing him and instead was focused solely on the way your clothes fit the silhouette of your body. He couldn't not stop himself from turning you towards him and capturing your lips with his own. You stilled, your words frozen in your throat. When he finally pulled away, he pressed his forehead against yours, as if fighting himself from going further. "Was that wrong of me?"
Though it was not entirely unpleasant, you had felt something was missing, something that made the feeling of his lips against yours empty and wrong.
You willed your voice into neutrality. "I was not expecting it."
"Well," he pulled away, emerald eyes gleaming, "I won't do it again unless you ask me to. I promise."
The odd feeling in your chest never went away, nor the unsettling sensation of his lips upon your own. You often found yourself rubbing your bottom lip with the pad of your thumb when you were alone, attempting to decipher the mix of emotions that coiled within you. Edwin clearly fancied you, but you harbored no such feelings for him within your heart. You enjoyed his stories, and his company, but had no desire to see beyond that.
Your muddled mind became too much to bear, and as the night of the full moon arrived, you decided to commune with your goddess in attempt to bring you back to center.
"You are distracted, girl." she observed, silver eyes narrowing. You sat before the invocation site, four candles lit in accordance with the directions, an ancient tome in your hand. The incantations that you read from the aged pages were half-spoken and disjointed as your mind whirled.
"Apologies, Goddess." you shook your head in an attempt to clear your mind.
"Is it the human boy?" her voice was laced with distaste.
Your eyes widened in shock. "How-"
"The spirits of the wood see all, girl. You do well to remember that."
You peered at her human form, saw the flash of the frown upon her lips. "He kissed me."
Gaianna's lips curled in annoyance. "You are distracted by a simple kiss?"
"I have never been kissed, Goddess." you huffed in defense.
"Do you wish to take him to your bed?"
Your eyes widened wildly at her words. "The thought never crossed my mind."
"He wishes to bed you." she stated coldly.
Your cheeks heated. "Perhaps."
"I care not who you take to your bed. But I will not tolerate the simplicities of human dalliances from clouding your mind. You are my champion, not some simpering village girl. You will correct this behavior at once."
You swallowed the thick lump in your throat before refocusing your eyes on the tome. "Yes, Goddess."
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Wallachia, May 1474
ADRIAN AND DRACULA RETURNED HOME to the welcoming and loving embrace of Lisa. She hugged her son and kissed his cheek before melting into her husband's strong arms. The spring sun was high in the cloudless sky, a gentle breeze dancing in the air. Adrian's golden eyes scanned the vast meadow in search of you, a frown forming on his face when you did not appear. He asked his mother where you had gone, the slant of his mouth deepening as he saw an unknown emotion flash across her features.
"She is not home." she stated gently.
"Then I will go to her-" he began to turn before his mother caught his arm.
"Adrian, she is with a friend."
Confusion swam over his features. "A friend? You mean a spirit?"
"No, a friend." Lisa eyed her husband for the briefest moment before turning her attention back to her son.
"What friend?"
"He-"
"He?" his chest constricted. "Mother-"
"His name is Edwin; he's the son of a blacksmith. He came to me for treatment months ago. They have become close."
"Close?" Adrian echoed.
"Oh dear," Lisa sighed deeply, "they are friends, Adrian. She is allowed to have friends."
"Where is she and this friend?" his golden eyes narrowed on his mother's face.
"Son, leave her be. We only arrived home. Let us go inside and regale your mother of our travels." Dracula stated evenly.
"But-" the words died on his lips at the sharp look on his father's face. "Yes, father."
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Just some simple fanart for these 3 iconic gaming heroes where their SECOND entries on the Nintendo Entertainment System (NES) are often regarded as the "black sheep" of their respective franchise! Of course, these games are: Zelda II: The Adventure of Link, Super Mario Bros. 2 (USA), & Castlevania II: Simon's Quest!
All 3 are good games in their own right, of course, but just aren't as appreciated as the rest of their entries! Enjoy the fanart!
