Independent Adolf K. Weismann from the anime K Project. Slightly canon divergent. (yes I'm aware my header is missing an i, I missed it and it was too late by the time I realized it)
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1). Castlevania Netflix (my favorite, in this and the below two, he is a gender fluid dhampir, a vampire/human hybrid)
2). Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust
3). Hellsing Ultimate
4). Marvel (is the closest to canon Adolf)
The top three are my most desired, and the Marvel one is primarily for a dear friend of mine
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The beast let out a surprised “brrip?” as she turned to her son. There was a small flower woven into her fur. She tilted her head, then used her shadows to braid Adi’s hair, weaving several flowers into his hair.
The tiny dhampir giggled with glee, utterly happy to have his hair so prettily braided by his mother. When she was done, Adi cuddled up to her and gave her elegant snout a hug and kiss. “I love you, Mama.”
The omega couldn’t help but giggle at the idea of the kiss to his alpha’s cheek and the gifts were ‘it’, though he did enjoy the sudden deep kiss, ass grabbing, and those gorgeous eyes eating him up. “Of course that wasn’t it, my love,” he started, lowering his pants just a touch to reveal the slightest hint of black lace underneath his clothes. “I just wanted to be sure you were in the mood for it this year, since you weren’t feeling up to it last year. It’s your birthday, after all. I want to give you whatever your heart desires…”
“Goodness gracious, Adrian. I’m a seer, not a mind reader. We would get into a lot less of these situations if you’d throw me a bone once in awhile and tell me what you’re thinking…” he wasn’t adamant about taking everything wrong, he’d get everything right if he could…but guessing can only get a person so far, and that’s all Adrian left him to do sometimes. It’s like they’re on opposite radio frequencies, and every time Adi tries to tune into the right one, Adrian would change it. “I came over here because I thought you looked a bit down and wanted to helpif I could. So I asked, thinking you’d actually…” he trailed off with a sigh. God, he should really consider Lisa’s offer to take him to counseling and a psychiatrist.
❝No one said you had to be a mind reader. I’m just tired, that’s it, there’s no big secret I’m not holding anything from you. You just make things into a giant issue for no reason, things that don’t even matter like me perhaps looking a bit down. Maybe if you think I look upset ask me if I am instead of something vague that only makes me confused as to what you’re asking which then irritates you. You set yourself up constantly and if you don’t get the negativity you’re expecting you make your own, and that’s something I’m too tired to deal with at the moment. ❞
Adrian’s words gave Adi pause; he did always set himself up with these vague statements, he did always expect something negative, and make his own if he didn’t find it. Adrian was right, and clearly he needed help. Adrian had the right to give him a proverbial slap to the back of the head, the right to be tired of dealing with Adi’s issues… time to stop resisting help, time to listen to Lisa. Maybe it wouldn’t solve, well, everything…but maybe it would make it easier for Adrian to deal with him.
“…I am going to leave you to yourself, but not because of what we just talked about… I’m… going to take up your mom’s offer to get me help. You’re right, and I can’t keep doing this…”
❝You have an incredible knack for finding the negative in everything which is incredibly interesting.❞
“…thanks?” Honestly, Adi didn’t know how to respond to this. Should he be flattered, or offended? Damn Adrian isn’t there something else you can compliment me on?
And already he had started down one of the paths, and here Adrian thought that was a better thing to say to avoid this. But of course not, why would it ever be? How could he ever say anything right when the other was so adamant in taking everything wrong?
❝That’s not what I said, at all, but alright whatever.❞
“Goodness gracious, Adrian. I’m a seer, not a mind reader. We would get into a lot less of these situations if you’d throw me a bone once in awhile and tell me what you’re thinking…” he wasn’t adamant about taking everything wrong, he’d get everything right if he could…but guessing can only get a person so far, and that’s all Adrian left him to do sometimes. It’s like they’re on opposite radio frequencies, and every time Adi tries to tune into the right one, Adrian would change it. “I came over here because I thought you looked a bit down and wanted to helpif I could. So I asked, thinking you’d actually…” he trailed off with a sigh. God, he should really consider Lisa’s offer to take him to counseling and a psychiatrist.
Adrian was tempted to ask ‘make what better’ but figured that’d only lead to one of two paths. Either he gets a lecture on opening up about things or it’s taken the wrong way and makes the other shut down. Why was it so difficult to just have a day where he didn’t feel like talking or hanging out?
❝I really don’t know what you’re asking for.❞
Adi was about to speak up, but something clicked; Adrian…didn’t look like he was up to talk, or even have company. That he wanted to be left alone… this conversation could wait a little longer, when Adrian was more in a communicative mood.
“A-Ah… you want to be left alone, don’t you…? It’s fine, we can…talk about this later. I’ll leave you be, text me if you need anything while I’m out,” Adi spoke up, starting to get up from the couch, slowly though in case that wasn’t what Adrian wanted. He’d originally approached because Adrian looked unhappy, and Adi wanted to do what he could to cheer him up. It was a….rocky relationship, Adi wasn’t going to lie to himself. As hard as he’d try, Adi would always seem to take a wrong turn…but it didn’t stop him, nothing really would.
He knew, as cold and closed off Adrian is….thathe was worth it.
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Adrian was right; Adi was starting to notice he was becoming overbearing, that he was suffocating his poor love, but hearing it made his mistakes all the more real to the tiny dhampir. It was certainly a good thing they were finally communicating with each other on the matter, that’s for sure. Adi furiously rubbed at his eyes, trying to stop the tears before he answered.
“I’m…I’m sorry, I’ll try harder to control it… I’m sorry I’ve been suffocating you so much. You’re right, and I’m so sorry I keep ruining this for you…” he spoke, still trying to staunch his tears, and not think about how much blood this particular wound spilt. “Sometimes I admittedly forget what we are…that you’re much stronger than I am… but…thank you for reminding me of how overbearing I can get, I don’t mean to be… I’ll try harder, I’ll try harder not to fuss so much next time so you can really enjoy this.”
And Adi meant it, he would try harder to reign himself in. For Adrian, he’d do anything he had to so he could be as happy as he made his tiny partner. He’d take this reminder that no, Adrian wouldn’t let Trevor get them killed, that Adrian knew how much he meant to him, to heart. That the stunts were small, that this is Adrian’s only source of fun and normalcy… he just wished he could make Adrian nearly as happy as he is when he did those few dumb things.
“Can…can I ask for one thing, though? After you do these things…hold me? Please?I…it’ll be easier for me, if I can feel you’re still there, that you’re mostly in one piece. I’ll reign it in, I promise I will…just… it’s all I ask, Adrian. Just this one thing, I promise I’ll work on controlling how I react when you get hurt. I’m so sorry I’ve been causing problems for you…”
How nice it must be to be able to forget what one was. To not have it shoved in your face and down your throat every day of one’s life, something Adrian could only everwant for. Of course it wasn’t something he could blame the other for, but that reminder, that extra ‘you’ll never get to experience life like the rest of us’ just added to what he was already feeling. He shouldn’t be cross with him just for that, but he was a bit. He could deal with the constant fussing from the dumb thrills he got doing idiotic things with Trevor, he already heard it at home so what was one more person chiming in? But to this extent and the comment about forgetting, it was too much.
He could only stand there, hurt and irritation in his eyes as he looked at Adi. To make a request of him after all that? To not even consider Adrian’s feelings on the matter and all but demand comfort cause he felt sad about Adrian’s actions? It was almost appalling. Adrian shook his head and scoffed.
❝And what? Get my blood on you?❞
Adi couldn’t help the flinch when he noticed that he’d made Adrian even angrier than he already was, couldn’t help feeling a little hurt himselfat being accused of not thinking of how Adrian felt. Of course he considered Adrian’s feelings, the tiny dhampir thought he’d made that clear in his apology, but as usual, Adrian took it the wrong way. Adi admitted the whole ‘forgetting how much he loved him’ comment had taken it too far, but god, Adrian could be so…so… fickle, andmean. It hadn’t even been meant as a demand, only a small request, a compromise…but Adi should have known better, to feel entitled or within right to anything at all when he already had Adrian’s time. Prince or not, Adrian was a bright and glimmering sun compared to a weed like Adi.
“You…you really can be daft sometimes, Adrian. A simple ‘no’ would have sufficed, no need for the extra hostility. You really think I don’t care about your feelings? I’m standing here trying to understand them, Adrian! Because there are times where I really don’t! I want to understand better! So I don’t make you so upset! I’ll admit, I went too far earlier, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m sending out the wrong signals, I’m sorry I overreacted...” Adi answered, trying his damndest not to cry again. Sad? No, Adi got scared. Irrational, yes, but rationality and mental illness don’t mix easily. He was willing to do whatever it took to make Adrian happy, but it was very hard to get to that point.
“You don’t know how badly I wish you weren’t a prince, so you could live like everyone else. I know it’s the one thing you want most, and it kills me that I can’t do anything to give it to you. Or do anything that makes you nearly as happy as you are when you do these dumb stunts with Trevor… ”
