Could you please do a scenarios or hcs for Dracula moving on with a new girl? Like he’s found someone who keeps him grounded and that person loves him so much. Love your writing 😍

puellaangel:

ahhhh first vlad request and im so happy because he deserves so so much love and im soft (ฅ≖̥﹏≖̥ฅ) thank you for your sweet words ฅ^◕˛◕^ฅ i may have overindulged so long thing ahead bois

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• moving on is such a painful and slow process for him(i mean can ya blame him)
• after what the humans did to Lisa, trusting another human would come very hard to him; but you had the advantage of being Hector’s older sister so there was a certain leverage
• when he came to visit your brother, the expression on his face practically broke you
• you tried to be supportive of what he intended to do, containing the humans, but you were smarter than the naïve forgemaster also a lot better at reading,,,,well,,,vampires
• you could tell he was hiding something, but clenched your fist and went along anyway
• you started off by bringing him food, warm tea and comforting smiles
• you could see he was getting weak and noted that you couldn’t recall him drinking blood for the time you were there
• you could see the glimmer in the other vampires’ eyes and knew they had noticed too
• your heart hurt at the thought of betrayal, wanted to go to your brother to talk about this but he was oh-so-busy with building the army
• so you decided to take matters into your own hands; you created a small cut on your finger, allowing the warm liquid to pour into the teacup, mixing it in before taking it to him
• naturally he noticed and before you knew what was going on, you were pressed against the wall of the study, the tray knocked down, breath hitched in your throat, wide eyes locked with his

His claw ran down your skin only for him to pull it back with a tired sigh, releasing you before turning his attention to your poorly bandaged finger “To go to such an extent,” he murmured, taking it into his hand.

“My lord, I only meant good!” You were quick state, the lightest wince passing through your lips when he exposed the wound.

Without a word, he instructed you to sit in his armchair, going to fetch something from his desk. You watched, breath hitched “My Lor-!”

“Vlad.” He corrected, coming back with a bottle filled with clear liquid that stung your nose and made you draw a hissed breath when he poured it on the cut “Call me Vlad.”

• since then he placed much more value on your words and you used that to your advantage
• you would convince him to be gentler, to take a sip of blood every now and then
• then one day, when your fingers were weaving through his hair, massaging his scalp
• “you should stop this carnage,” you brought this up gently “you’re a gentle, kind man,” you continued, feeling him tense beneath “please.”
• he would tell you to leave on the spot, face stony
• the silence between you two in the following days was agony to you both
• eventually after much mulling over the subject, after tossing and turning
• he decided you were right
• maybe it was indeed…time to perhaps…move on.