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Solomon x Fem! Parent! Reader || It's Okay, I'm Right Here

Word Count: 3,081

Rating: Sfw, Mature matters

Includes: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff

Thank you for commissioning me! @eternallyanxiousandstressed I hope everything is to your liking and again I hope that the things going on right now that may be painful heal and get better but I wish you nothing but love and luck momma!

It's that day and to say the least you were hurting.

You knew it was happening, knew the time was coming but that didn't mean you ever enjoyed it..

You carefully watched as Solomon played with him, a chest of toys that the white haired man had even gotten for himself sat wide open as your son ran back and forth just to show off his favorite toys and things. You can see the look on his face, the smile you son gives him as he grins up at Solomon with that smile you've always loved.

Your heart is literally aching, feeling as though it's being torn apart.

Solomon was always so good with him. Ever since you both introduced the two your son had seemed interested in the man even if he was a little shy at first. You remembered the way Solomon smiled warmly at the boy who slightly hid his face and then with that flair that he always seemed to have… Solomon kneeled down on one knee to the child and with a short little chant and a sway of his fingers glitter and colorful swirls seem to form from his fingers before poof! A toy sat in his palm, one that he didn't exactly know the boy would enjoy but really hoped so.

Though Solomon isn't necessarily one who cares for the way people looked at him this was completely different. This was you and your son and after being with you for as long as he has now it only made the most since that he wanted to get along with the boy.

It seemed to have worked out quite well. You knew from the moment that Solomon had looked into your eyes that he was a good one, loving and understanding and when your son happily took the toy after a moment just to make sure it was actually alright to take. There's a moment where he looks up at Solomon, bright eyes twinkling at the sight of the gift and Solomon nods with a hum.

“It's alright, you can definitely have this.” Solomon reassured the boy, something else you had noticed the white haired male was quite good with over the timespan of your relationship.

You remembered looking at Solomon after, lifting a brow as if asking how he knew the young boy would like such a gift only to feel your cheeks warm up just a bit when he seemed to smile back knowingly.

Back then Solomon had given a little carefree shrug, a light chuckle coming from him thanks to that adorable look on your face that he always loved to see.

“He's a kid. There's not much else they usually enjoy aside from toys and candy last time I checked.”

He says with that smartass voice of his that you always seemed to love hearing and you huffed out a little laugh.

You smile carefully, looking at the scene just a few feet before you with so much love and affection whilst leaning against the doorframe. You loved catching them in these moments, seeing that carefree smile on your baby's face while he spent such important moments with Solomon who was basically the man that happily stepped up to help you raise the boy. You had caught them a few times in some rather cute moments; catching Solomon feeding the boy, guiding and teaching and correcting the boy whenever it seemed needed …like an actual father was supposed to…

Oh course you never wanted to stop your son from seeing his actual father but every time you looked at you child… his smiling little face that seemed to shined brighter than every other star in the sky, you couldn't help the clenching you felt in your heart. It wasn't that you necessarily hated or felt anything angry over your last partner and you knew that realistically your son should be allowed to see his father no matter what you and the man had gone through but as you watched these moments you couldn't help but simply wish it had been Solomon to actually be the boy's father. Though, you did love seeing that the white haired man treated your son like one anyway even without you having to ask or say anything.

Your baby deserved a father and you and Solomon had talked about it so many times, mainly because you couldn't help but feel scared… and just like the caring and adoring man he was, Solomon carefully reached his hands out to wrap around you and hold you close. Telling you that it'd be okay because whether the boy was his or not… he'd happily help take care and raise him. And that's exactly what Solomon has done since the two of you… three of you met.

The air of peace and tranquility pauses.

There's a knock at the door…

One that you all seem to notice at the very same time.

You're the closest to it and as the two look over at you, you let out a soft sigh before turning and going to the door. Solomon frowns a little, he simply can't help it because while he knows you had to do this didn't mean he had to be happy about it… He looks at your son before smiling softly and the boy seems to return the little look before Solomon gets to his feet.

“Stay right there okay?” Solomon says to the boy who shyly now seems to nod.

He follows you, your child hanging back for now, peeking around at the scene as you take your hand and unlock the knob before twisting it and just as expected he stood there… your past husband, the man you nor Solomon wanted to see but as you try to resist frowning Solomon takes his place at your side, reaching over to rub your shoulder in a way that seems to actually convince you to open the door.

You pull it open and there he stood, looking at you first as a little smile almost dares to taint his lips before falling completely at the sight of Solomon and your son who crept forward until he could grip at Solomon’s pants leg as if the sight of the boy clinging to the man was like pouring salt into an already infected wound.

There's a moment of silence and you can feel the weight of the air around you getting heavier. You were sure he was simply displeased at the sight of you raising your child with another man but Solomon stares him down, as if he's daring the other man to do something about it.

You managed to speak first, greeting the man who seems to huff in return before crossing his arms over his chest.

“I've come to pick up my son.” He says and it sends a spark of blistering rage through you because after everything the two of you have been through you thought he knew by now that if you could your son would be exactly just that, your son. You don't like that tone he uses either, the one he seemed to pull out as if he was better than you and had something to hold over your head and Solomon can practically taste the way it makes you feel.

He doesn't get angry often he'll admit but something about this ex-husband of yours could really pull Solomon into doing so. Especially when he can see that look on your face, the saddened expression that he dreaded seeing on your precious face. It's not just that either, as his eyes turn from you down to your son he can only feel more annoyed, upset at the fact that this man of all people has come just to ruin all of your day.

“Our son.” Solomon suddenly hums and the tension in the air suddenly seems to grow a lot heavier as if the air around you all had turned poisonous.

“You've come to pick up our son.” He says again and there's a moment where both you and your child perk up just from hearing Solomon say such a thing. It's not like he didn't say it often, with permission many months ago Solomon had spent hours holding you, kissing you until you cried and clung to him and felt comfortable with him being this close in your family and home and now as you savor the feeling of his hand gently squeezing your shoulder, you've never been more grateful. It calms you even while your ex seems to sneer at the man who calmly grins, smug in his stance. He knows he shouldn't pick a fight, you've told him not to before but oh does Solomon love seeing that stupid, angry look that washes over your ex's face.

If it weren't for the fact that Solomon was a sorcerer, a lesson that your ex husband was still stubbornly learning he probably would have never spent any time dealing with this man to begin with. Even resisting simply slamming the door in his face right now was rather difficult for Solomon…

You pat Solomon and without argument, without further distraction, he looks over and down at you and his smug grin falls quickly as he sees the look in your eyes, that saddened expression… it manages to shut him up for a moment all the while calming him even before Solomon allowed his own irritation over your ex to bring out the worst in himself.

“Ah, anyway..” Solomon says softly as he looks into your eyes with his own before slowly looking back at your ex who seemed even more annoyed at the sight than the blatant disrespect he was receiving. “I'll allow it, at least until I figure out just what to do with you exactly.” He finishes and there's meanings hidden behind those words, a threat spoken like the millions of spells Solomon's spoken before. All of the sudden the room feels colder, so much so that your ex seems to shiver even though he's not even standing in the house… the only one to shiver, matter of fact, considering Solomon only had the intent to affect him personally. Something else he's been working on for a while now.

“And..what's that supposed to mean?” Your ex asks now, his tone softer than he'd like it to be and Solomon smiles innocently.

“Oh nothing, just that I'm trusting you to be responsible so I don't have to correct you too harshly later on.” he hums and then silence falls over all of you, a few seconds passing just to let the words cook and simmer and then you let out a little laugh as if to lighten the overwhelming mood looking over to your son who moves closer to you, now hugging you leg as you gently run your hand through his hair. There's a soft smile that forms on his lips as he slowly looks up to you.

“He's just kidding, surely you're happy to spend time with your father right baby?” You ask softly, petting that head that you loved so much and while you do so the two men seem to glare harshly at each other, fists slowly balling up on each of them. You son looks over to his father who seems to huff lightly through his nose and Solomon follows the action in a much similar way before nodding carefully. Of course the boy always wanted to see his father. He just secretly wished… he could do so without these moments, without having to leave. Why couldn't the four of you just be together?

Sometimes he still didn't fully understand it all.

“Right, I'm only kidding.” Solomon repeats, giving another smile now as he keeps his eyes on the man before him to show that he actually wasn't ‘just kidding’, that the only reason he didn't strike him where he stood was because Solomon knew just how these things made you feel.

Silence falls over the four of you before you sigh and you say goodbye to your son, smiling at him and taking the time to kneel down and give him the biggest of hugs you could ever offer before he slowly pulls away even though it hurts both of you so much. He had to be a strong boy though, the brave and smart boy that you always found him to be. He seems to take a few steps forward to his father. The man looks at the boy before sighing, reaching out to offer his hand and your son slowly takes it, stepping out the door now.

It's a bittersweet moment, one that leaves an oily taste in your mouth as you look at your child one more time, waving bye as they go to leave but not without your baby returning the action, quickly waving his little hand like his life might have depended on it.

“Bye mommy! I'll see you and dada later, I love you!” He says like how he'd do if you were dropping him off at school or something, moments that always managed to feel like slow motion once they actually happened. Your son's words ring in your ears as you and Solomon wave goodbye though not without you yelling out to your ex to call or text if anything ever managed to happen in your absence. Begrudgingly he seems to accept your words, sighing again and you and Solomon watch at the door as the father of your child helps the young boy in before giving a wave to the both of you before pulling open the drivers door and climbing in.

The sound of the doors closing, the sound of the engine starting and gears revving makes you hurt even more and just like that, they pull off carefully before driving off.

You don't even realize the wetness in your eyes until Solomon carefully reaches out to you. As he gently cups your cheek you look at him and as your eyes connect with his own all you can see if his care for you, his undying love for you that you worried one day might disappear even though Solomon continuously corrected you each time because he was going nowhere without you being by his side. The two of you have already gone through so much and continue to do so but Solomon was happy being there with you to go through it together. The look in his eyes are genuine, focused and bright as if you were the only thing that existed in his field of sight, as if nothing else for now mattered.

Before you can stop yourself you sniffle before quickly turning into him.

You wrap your arms around his torso before pressing your face into his chest, the tears falling just being able to be close to him in a moment like this and of course Solomon returns your gesture by slowly closing the door with one hand while the other moves around you to hold you back. You arm wraps around your shoulders, his hand carefully moving and petting your hair before he moves his other arm to wrap gently around your waist. He pulls you closer as you seem to let it out. It's not like you got like this everytime, not always but you did get sad one way or another and as much as it hurts, like tearing your heart into pieces, Solomon is here… holding you, caressing you while your tears seem to wet his shirt.

“I know you always hate these days but I promise you my love that it's okay…” he hums softly, his voice like a light in the darkness that leads you to a bit of clarity.

“He'll be fine, he'll be okay.. I can promise you that.” He breathes, taking the time to lower his head and press his nose into your hair, taking a deep breath and savoring your scent that he simply loved so much. “I gave him a talisman. If anything unexpected happens we'll know. I promise.. please don't stress yourself out, it's not good for your skin.” He says with a light chuckle and it does calm you down, his words and the way he's holding you as if he worried that letting go might just break you. Even with his teasing tone you know he's serious, that his words are genuine and even though your heart was aching you felt… so, so much better knowing that Solomon had even taken the time to give your son a seal of protection just in case somehow, someway, something managed to cause any malicious harm to your baby.

Which wouldn't because Solomon had promised to always help you keep him safe.

You can't help but cry harder, so grateful to have him here with you, holding you close while telling you that you were okay.. that your son was okay with him around. He's so caring, so loving, patient… gentle, always holding you as if you were the most prized jewel in his world.

“Thank… you..” you say with a shaky tone, clinging to him because you know he doesn't mind not one bit.

He moves his hands to slowly trail up you body, over you curves and dips leaving shivers running over your skin up until he reaches your cheeks and with so much care, he holds you. He kisses the top of your head, then you cheek, then back up to your forehead until he's left peppering to sweetest kisses against your skin and like a cat getting scratched behind your ears you seem to fall completely in his hold.

“There's no need to thank me my love and you know that, you know I adore you and that boy more than I've ever adored anything else. You know I'll always be here, yes?” Solomon says softly, his eyes gentle as his voice fills your ears and you hold his arms, nuzzling his chest.

“Yes..Yes of course I know that my dear, I-I just love you so much… I'm so grateful you're here..” you breathe, calmed down as you press against him like he's a life support and he holds you like he feared you pulling away.

“I’ll never let go of you…either one of you for I love you both just as much.” He hums as he continues to hold you, taking in your scent, kissing you…loving you like you always craved to be loved.

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Adrian Tepes x Reader • I Need You To Help Me Forget

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Includes talking about what happened to Alucard and his assault and his feelings towards it with Reader who loves him dearly.

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Word Count: 1,628. It was only supposed to be 1,000 words but I still went over it so be happy about that y'all lol.

Enjoy the read!

Her kisses are gentle, careful and he can feel his heart racing in his chest. Hammering.

It feels nice, lovely, and Alucard can't help how warm he feels being under her while she sits above him, holding his face with her hands as she covers his face in kisses. She kisses his lips, once, twice, three times before kissing his cheeks and after that she kisses along his jawline in a way that makes his breath hitch.

He can feel that similar heat in his gut, a feeling that he both loved and hated and just like that he was trembling.

He loved her so much. Too much.

And sometimes he feared her using him, playing him like he's been done before even though she's been by his side for years now. Helping him, keeping him safe.

A sense of guilt rushes over him and against his will he's remembering things he doesn't wish to. He wants her kisses but he feels dirty knowing used been used before. He feels unworthy of her love and of course she notices his tense nature, as she always does, and she pulls away quickly looking down at him with a worried gaze. Worried that she did something wrong and that hurt him more because never has she done him wrong and he needed her to know that.

She opens her mouth as if to apologize but he's quick to shake his head, closing his eyes for a moment as he gathers his breath. He's warm all over, a ball of fire in his gut. He wants her and he needs her to know he wants her.

His trauma annoyed him, made him angry beyond belief at times and sometimes… it came out on her. Sometimes he'd be so angry she'd catch the fire but she always managed to put him out as well… calming him with her smooth voice, holding him in her warm hands, kissing him with her angelic lips. She was his heaven on this earth and he needed her to know that.

“No.” He breathes as he looks at her again with those beautiful golden eyes of his. They're a little teary like he might cry. “Don't stop, please don't love my love.” He says softly as he looks up to her and it's like he's begging.

He needs her.

“Are you sure? Really sure?” She asked seriously as she leaned down, lips hovering over his own as she looked him in his eyes with her own and he loves how much she cares. She's supposed to after all.

He nods eagerly and she watches him for a moment before smiling softly and leaning in to kiss those lips of his again for a moment, hungry for another taste of him.

They press against each other before she nips his bottom lip and with a small moan he opens up for her. The way his tongue slides out to lace with hers is enough to make him rock hard in his undergarments and since she's in his lap, sitting so comfortably, he groans at the feeling of her against him. The heat between their bodies is enough to drive him wild and he needs her, needs her to keep kissing him, to keep touching him and to never leave him. Ever.

He needs it all.

She slides her tongue against his and moans softly as his hands move down to slowly grip her hips. He squeezes them, digging his nails into her skin a little as he holds her firmly against that hot bulge in his boxers. He can feel her through her panties, how warm and wet she's getting as she straddled him and when he gives a roll of his hips as if testing the waters she moans.

The noise makes his eyes roll back a little, before shutting. His hands squeeze her some more and he finds himself having to control himself.

There's a need to flip her over, to grab her by her hair or her throat and ram himself into her over and over again until she's screaming, crying that she'll stay with him, that she'll never leave.

And he's tempted.

Very tempted.

He can wait. He will wait because he's obsessed with her love, her attention and he'd be damned if he didn't receive every single bit of it.

She rolls her hips and he arches his back a little, searching for more… so much more.

He wants to rip their clothes off, to feel every inch and part of her around him… to pin her head down as she pleads for mercy but he doesn't want to hurt her, to scare her, even if she's completely happy with any and all the attention he gives her.

It feels good.

She feels good.

And he can't bother imagining his world without her after all this time. He'd rather die than lose her, then have her leave but he knows that she cares. That she loves him more than this world itself and knowing such makes him hot, needy.

He ruts his hips into her's, she's so pillowy and she grows wetter as she moans above him. She leans up, tossing her head back in pleasure at the grinding. He's hot against her like a burning sun.

His hands hold her tightly and soon he's tearing at her panties. He needs her, needs to feel her and he's practically losing his mind as they move against each other as their noises fill the air around them. Alucard could hardly control himself as he holds her and before he can stop himself he's flipping them over, caging her in under him as he continues to rock his hips.

He holds her legs open and watches as clothed cock rubs over her clothed and soaking wet cunt. He pants heavily much like a wild animal as he grips at the bed, nails digging in as she moans and pants. She whines his name, hands moving to caress and grope his chest before she runs her hands down his sides and holds his hips.

Even though he's not completely naked he feels hot all over and he pants as he looks her in her face as she gasps and calls out his name.

He's lost in her. Lost in her love, in her touches, her cries as she begs for more and Alucard feels an innate sense of relief.

Before he can stop himself he leans down and buried his fangs in his throat and they both explode. The feeling of his fangs send a wave of pain through her for a second and then explosive pleasure and she arches against him as she lets out a loud cry.

He groans hotly against her neck, the taste of her blood on his tongue and her hips shaking sends him into euphoria and he cums hard with a violent shudder as he presses hard against her.

He takes a moment to pull away from her, savoring that taste of hers with a moan before slowly pulling away. He's shivering and there's blood on his lips, his cheeks are red and his breath is ragged and he looks at her with enough love to shatter their reality. She breathes heavily, panting hotly under him, her legs around his waist and her hands on his chest as she looks up at him.

For a moment there's nothing but their panting but after a moment she grins at him, that cute and silly grin that he loved seeing on her so much and it makes his heart leap to his throat as her hands slowly move to wrap around his shoulders.

They kiss again, hot and desperate as she tastes her own blood on his lips.

“I love you.” He breathes, moaning softly as he moves his arms to hug her, squeezing her close as he spoke.

“I love you so much.” He whimpers softly and she purrs against his lips, lacing her fingers in his gorgeous blond hair, pulling him in even more even if there was already no space between their bodies.

“And you know I love you too.” She giggles. “I love you from the moon and back three times over, Adrien.” She smiles up at him after they pull away from a moment and her smile is so kind that he can't help the way it brings a few tears to his eyes. He sniffles, thanking her softly.

Thanking her for loving him, for being with him and she shushes him with kisses as she laces them over his cheeks as she kisses his tears away.

“No need to thank me. You deserve as much love as anyone else does and I'm happy to give it all to you.” She hums softly and as she holds his cheeks now he melts into her hold like a big happy dog. He loved her more than he could ever love anyone else and he was glad to finally have someone like her in his life.

“I want to be with you forever.” She breathes and he sobs softly as he hugs him tight. He refused to ever let her go.

“Then do so. Promise to never leave me.” He says with such a small voice that he almost seems like a small child pleasing for love and affection and she kisses those lips of his again, stealing his breath.

“I promise. I put it on my soul that I'll never leave your side.” She promises as they hold each other close, desperate to feel each other even more.

He loved her more than he's ever loved anyone else and he refused to ever let go and so did she.

They'd be together forever. He refused any other option.

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