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spacebarbarianweird · 2 months

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Monster

I left you all wondering what happened to Astarion's daughter in the end of The Tainted Past - so, here is the next part!

Synopsis: There is a monster within Alethaine Ancunín - a bloodthirsty beast she inherited from her vampire father.

And it's difficult to control.

Tags: dadstarion, trauma talk, dhampirs, hurt/comfort

Alethaine's age: 14 years old

Thanks @themadlu for beta-reading!

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I wanted to show this dark side of being a dhampir - that it's not this "oh so sweet, Astarion has a daughter". Astarion's daughter belongs to very a rare race and no one in the whole world can tell her what to expect from her own body and mind - and it comes with complications

The dead body has been completely drained. There are no wounds except for a ripped throat, as if an animal tore the flesh out.

Astarion kneels in front of the corpse. A human man in rags—probably just a bandit or a misfortunate adventurer.

“They think it was you,” Tiriel says.

“Darling, they should know that I would hide the body. And I am not that messy. “Well, I would also know if there was another vampire around. We are apex predators, after all.”

That’s why they were allowed to stay in Daggerlake. It’s always better to have a vampire of your own.

Astarion would know if a rival appeared in the area. He would catch their scent from miles away.

And Atsarion knows there are no vampires except for him near the Unicorn’s Run.

“Do you think she could do it?” Tiriel finally asks.

Astarion doesn’t answer and takes his wife's hand. But he doesn’t know if he wants to assure her of something or if he needs to feel the stable ground himself.

Alethaine, their dhampir daughter.

Three days ago she left to gather mushrooms in the hills. Astarion would never call himself a strict parent nor would Tiriel. Alethaine is allowed more things than girls of her age are. But one of the rules she has to follow without excuses—never be outside the town walls after dark.

If she isn’t back home by sunset, Astarion immediately leaves to pick her up—and usually, they just meet each other halfway home.

Three days ago she wasn’t back by sunset. She wasn’t back an hour after it. By midnight, Astarion finally left to go looking for her, hoping she had either found something interesting in the graveyard or was talking to someone from the town—they live under the surface and it is sometimes difficult to keep track of time.

Alethaine was nowhere to be seen.

What was worse, he couldn’t catch her scent anywhere. One of the things that make dhampirs so deadly for vampires is their invisibility. Astarion barely feels her presence when she is close.

Very unfair, considering Alethaine is one of two people he desires to protect.

“Do you think she could do it?’ Tiriel repeats. “Kill this man?”

“I don’t know.”

“But?”

“Well, there are no vampires around. His throat is mutilated and I don’t see any bite marks. But he has been drained by a bloodsucker, that’s for sure. But honestly, vampires and dhampirs aren’t the only creatures who—”

Tiriel touches his left ear to return him to reality. She looks composed and ready for battle. No one would think she is a mother whose child has been lost. But Astarion knows Tiriel wants to cry and scream deep inside—so does he.

But it won’t help. They need to find Alethaine. There are thousands of awful things that can happen to a fourteen-year-old girl.

“We need to go looking.”

Astarion nods.

They had been searching restlessly. Alone and with other townspeople.

And then they found a corpse.

It was a man in rags, with a rusty dagger at his belt. Dead, with his throat torn open. No one recognized him, but Astarion could feel the strange looks his neighbors were casting at him.

The body reminded them of who Astarion truly was.

“Alethaine doesn’t drink blood,'' he says to Tiriel. “I don’t think she even knows how to do it!”

“Does it need a lot of practice? I mean, what happens if a dhampir drinks blood?”

“I have no fucking idea.”

Astarion sits on the ground as if suddenly it were difficult to walk. Three days. A lot of bad things can happen in three days. Yes, Alethaine is as strong as him. Yes, she has deadly fangs. But it just gives her some advantage. Chain her in silver (that leaves burns on her skin), beat, break her bones, rip her clothes. And she is no different from any other little girl helpless in the hands of strangers.

Tiriel sits beside him. “Love, it will dawn soon, you need to go back home. I will keep looking.”

He puts his head on her shoulder. “Let’s move a bit further and I will return.” He feels tears burning his eyes.

It’s his fault. He should have gone looking for her immediately. And curse be the healer, why did she need those mushrooms that day?!

“If something happened to Alethaine—'' Astarion bares his fangs. “I will find everyone responsible and massacre them.”

“I will gladly join. But we need to go. Damn, what if the innkeeper is right in saying she just ran away? She is an elf after all! Don't we all suffer from wanderlust? I mean, how often do elven children run away? Even you… It is obvious you didn’t have relatives in Baldur's Gate and no one was looking for you. Maybe you ran away too? You just don’t remember!”

Tiriel tries to hide her fears and anxiety. Astarion knows her so well that he understands she is about to break down.

How many parents believe their dead children just ran away?

“Maybe she heard those shadows calling for her,'' Tiriel continues. “They just told her to go to some motherfucking Thay to fulfill some dark prophecy? If you are born a sorcerer, the source of your magic calls upon you.”

Astarion stands up from the ground and takes Tiriel's hand. Then he presses his forehead to hers.

“Then we are going to whatever place she went to, whoop her ass and then interrogate her on whether she did this on her own free will.”

“You really need to go home.”

“I will use the tunnels the moment morning comes. I won’t leave you alone.”

Tiriel kisses him and then walks forward into the forest.

When it gets so dark, even dark vision is of little help. Astarion feels a sense of unease.

He brushes the feeling away—just anxiety. Just fear. But the feeling intensifies—and Astarion draws his dagger.

Something evil is staring at him from the dark, something that can murder him on the spot. Something any vampire should be afraid of.

Tiriel sees it too.

She grabs Astarion’s hand and points among the trees.

“Astarion… Don’t fucking tell me it’s our daughter.”

Astarion looks to where she is pointing and freezes.

He should have found the cure before making a child.

The monster is on the loose.

Chained in the cage since the moment it was born, it is finally free.

Blood. Blood. Blood.

Such a divine substance is full of life and warmth. It makes the heart beat so fast. So many scents, so many colors, so many sounds.

The monster enjoys this world.

And wants to destroy it.

The first one was easy. Fangs pierced the artery and the monster ravished every drop of spilled blood. And the fear! It was so sweet!

Then there was a hunt. The monster feared going to the town—too many people were too dangerous. It was better to chase prey in the wild.

Hunt makes blood thicker.

The next one was found easily. He was sleeping and didn't even understand who killed him. Pity. He wasn’t afraid.

And then the sun appeared in the sky, and the monster felt out of place. The sun didn't hurt, but it was disgusting. The monster didn't like the sun and hid underground in dark tunnels full of small creatures, not as tasty as humans, but still nice.

Then it was the woods. And a few more victims. Scared, screaming. The monster was hungry. Unsatiated. No amount of blood could ease its starving.

The monster has been walking here for another day or two—hiding from the sun and enjoying the darkness. More blood. Sentient blood. To satiate it, to make it full. To destroy those mortal chains that dared to lock the monster in.

The monster catches a scent.

A vampire.

The monster squints. Undead blood is useless but how does it feel to kill another monster? Maybe it is going to be fun!

There is a mortal beside the vampire. Hot blood. Warm. Desirable.

This one is going to fight.

The monster bares its fangs and moves closer.

“Alethaine,” the mortal whispers. The vampire pushes her aside and stands between them.

The name is familiar. Something deep inside the monster stirs.

Alethaine. Alethaine Ancunin.

The monster hisses to shut this voice and jumps on the vampire. He easily throws the monster away from him and before it manages to stand up and attack again the mortal hits it with the hand of her ax.

As the monster lies in the dirt shrieking and screaming the woman presses her knee into the monster's back restricting its movements.

“Astarion, give me the rope!”

The vampire tries to tie the monster’s hands but his movements are clumsy, and his hands shake. The monster releases itself and bites the vampire’s hand.

The undead blood gushes into the monster’s throat.

It’s so bitter it makes the monster scream. It whines and whimpers like a beaten dog.

The vampire pushes the monster to the ground, grasping its throat.

“Alethaine,” his voice is soft and caring. “Alethaine, it’s us, mum and dad. We’ve found you. Please, Alethaine, return to us.”

The mortal crawls to them and restricts the monster's wrists. “Kitten, it’s us, we are taking you home. Astarion, take your hand away!”

“She will attack you!”

“Please, I know what I’m doing!”

The monster tries to bite the woman but she appears to be much stronger than a regular mortal should be and hugs the monster forcing its ear against her chest.

The heartbeat is so loud, so familiar…

Mother.

The realization hits the monster hard. It wants more of this warmth, more of this heartbeat…

But it’s not its to claim.

Tiriel feels how Alethaine’s muscles relax. Her own heartbeat restarts as the vampiric possession fades away.

Astarion caresses Aletaine’s back, ready to fight once again.

Suddenly Alethaine breaks the embrace and falls to the ground. She looks horrible—her silver hair is dark gray, face is covered in bruises, dirt, and scratches. Her dress is in rags, pale legs are bloodstained. Her feet are bare and her nails are all broken, as if she had to dig her way out from a grave.

The dhampir presses her legs against her chest and looks around like a scared kitten.

“Alethaine it’s us,” Tiriel touches her cheek. “It’s us.”

“Mum… dad…” Her voice is hoarse. “I am… sorry.”

Astarion hugs her and bursts into tears. Tiriel takes Alethaine’s hands in hers. “Thank gods you are alive.”

“I want to go home,” she whines. “Please.”

“Of course,” Astarion takes the cape off Tiriel’s shoulders. The cold air burns her bare skin.

Astarion wraps the girl in the fabric making sure her legs are covered and then takes her in his hands.

Their way home passes in silence. Alethaine is half-conscious in her father’s arms and both Astarion and Tiriel are too exhausted to talk. They have to take underground tunnels as the dawn approaches and Tiriel thinks she will never be able to walk in there without having flashbacks.

Astarion is too immersed in his own thoughts and Tiriel knows they will have a lot to talk about once Alethaine is taken care of.

“I will go fetch the healer,” Tiriel says once they see the town light in the distance.

“No!” Alethaine almost screams. “No. I don't want to! Please, I just want to go home!”

She cries, begging not to involve anyone else and Tirel gives up. Astarion doesn’t say anything.

An hour later, when they close the door into their house and Astarion prepares the bath for Alethaine, Tiriel has to suppress her exhaustion to do one more thing before collapsing on her bed.

...Alethaine sits motionless on a bench as Tiriel carefully takes the dirty rags of her. The dress is completely destroyed and Tiriel just throws it all on the floor.

Then she takes her daughter in her arms and carefully puts her into the water.

Alethaine is silent and just stares in the distance as Tiriel washes her hair and skin

Astarion approaches the closed door a few times asking if everything is alright. Alethaine flinches every time he does that and Tiriel asks him to go and prepare some food.

“Alethaine, Kitten, do you want to tell me anything?”

She shakes her head and hides her face. She resembles her father way too much. The same pale skin, the same facial features.

The same posture as Tiriel rubs her back.

Tiriel suppresses her desire to look at Alethaine’s inner thighs to see if she has bruises down there, a clear indication of an assault.

“Mum,” Alethaine finally says.

“What is it, Kitten?”

“How many people did I kill?”

Tiriel doesn't expect this question.

“I remember four,” she continues, “Including the one who attacked me”

Tiriel spills water on her hair. The dirt won't wash away.

“What happened to you?” Tiriel squeezes her thin shoulder. “What did he do to you?”

Please, Tiriel thinks, don't say you don't remember.

“Someone pushed me to the ground and tried to rip the corsage of my dress. I bit him. There was so much blood it gushed down my throat and then…I started drinking.”

Alethaine shivers and Tiriel sighs in relief. Well, the fucker got what he deserved. She hopes his death was truly painful.

“And that's all?’

“That's all. Then… I lost myself. And I killed. I wanted blood.”

Alethaine sobs.

“Kitten, it's all right. You are home, you are safe!"

“No! You don't understand! Mother, look at me! LOOK AT ME!” The dhampir jumps on her feet and almost falls back into the water. “I am a monster, an abnormality!”

Alethaine cries and pierces the broken nails on her scalp. “You shouldn't have given birth to me!”

She returns back to the water and keeps crying.

“But I did give birth to you,” Tiriel says and takes her hand in hers. “And I knew who you might be.”

Alethaine sniffs and flinches as Tiriel kisses her forehead.

Astarion bandages his wrist. The dhampir’s bite itches and the vampire is fascinated with the way his own wounded flesh looks. Instead of being healed in a blink of an eye, it still bleeds.

Alethaine makes him, Astarion, normal.

He can’t catch her scent, he can’t hear her if she whispers and it seems like her fangs don’t care about vampiric regeneration.

You shouldn’t have given birth to me…

The words he heard from upstairs stuck in his mind. Poor girl. Wasn’t it selfish of him to have a child when he was and is a vampire? It’s not like he deliberately impregnated Tiriel—who knew that the amount of blood he’d consumed aligned with the few days in a year when she, a half-elf, could conceive?

Astarion thinks he can hear Cazador’s laughter.

And how many of those kids are there? 7000 spawns released in the Underdark have probably fathered a few hundred kids within those thirty-four years. How many pale, bloodthirsty kids wander around Faerun, lost and disoriented, first of their kind with no one to tell them who they are and what they are supposed to do?

Lonely, scared children.

He hears footsteps and Alethaine enters the kitchen. She wears her house dress, as black as the rest of her clothes, and a shawl on her shoulders. Her silver hair is still wet but it has returned to its normal color.

Astarion puts the plate in front of his daughter and the girl immediately starts eating. She eats in silence like a person who has been starved for weeks.

“I am going to sleep,” Tiriel says.

“Don’t worry,” Astarion kisses her cheek. Thirty-four years and he still can’t have enough of this woman. “I will keep an eye on her.”

“The first man we found tried to assault her and she ripped his throat. She says she killed two more in the woods.”

Astarion feels a wave of rage. The bastard should be happy he died three days ago because he would have found a way to torture him.

When Astarion returns to the kitchen, Alethaine has already pushed the plate away and now stares at the herbal tea in front of her as if trying to see something in there.

“I am a monster who killed a few innocent people,” she says.

Astarion sits beside her.

“You must be ashamed of me,” she adds.

Astaron would sigh if he breathed. When Alethane was born he swore she would never learn anything about his past. This darkness must not affect her. But it seems like it was dumb to think he could father a dhampir and avoid talking about his own past.

“Alethaine, when I was enslaved, I wasn't just being locked in the dungeons of my master’s mansion,” he starts. “I had a mission. Vampire spawns don’t have free will. We were puppets. A word, a gesture—and we do anything.”

Alethaine looks at him with her raven-dark eyes. Astarion continues.

“My job was to bring him food.”

“What do you mean?”

“I would find a misfortune person—someone no one would look for. A stranger, a traveler, a drunkard. Anyone. And bring them to the mansion.” Astarion avoids the exact way he performed his duty. “When my master fed on them, they became spawns and he locked them in cells. I thought I was in hell all these centuries but I was at least lucky not to be confined. I murdered those people. I ruined them. At the beginning I cared, I—I felt bad. Tried to off myself by stepping into the sun and for that, I was flayed. Then I just stopped caring. I don’t remember most of them. When I met your mother, I cared only about my own safety—I needed her to help me to stay free,” he chuckles. “But instead I fell for her. And I had the worst nightmares—you see, your mother fits very well into the description of my regular victims. A stranger without a soul knowing her in Baldur’s Gate. A lonely traveler no one will look for. In another life, where the mind flayers hadn't wreaked havoc in the city, I would have found your mother in the inn in the Lower City and brought her to an eternity of pain and misery.”

Aletahine turns away. The information has shocked her, that's for sure

Astarion switches to Elven and tugs his daughter closer.

“Princess, I would lie if I said you were normal or nothing was odd with you. You are a dhampir, a very peculiar creature, half-undead. Your blood smells like mugwort, you crawl on the ceiling and your bites still bleed. But you are not a monster, if anything I am. You didn’t act on your free will. Like I didn’t. There is no point in torturing yourself. We don’t blame warriors for killing their brothers-in-arms when they were under the “dominate a person” spell. Again, I would lie if I told you I know what you are supposed to do with your nature, it’s up to you to decide. But whatever happened wasn’t your fault.”

“But I am dangerous!”

“So am I. But Tiriel has been sharing a bed with me for many decades; she gives me her blood when I need to, trusting that I won't take more than I need. Our neighbors accepted me in this town under the promise that I would only bite strangers. Every day I go outside and hunt. That’s my nature. Your mother goes into the wild ready to fight any enemy she meets—and that’s her nature. Yours is different. We didn’t choose what we are, you and me. I was turned against my will, you were born like that. Freedom is about the choices we make.”

They sit in silence and in complete darkness.

“Princess, do you want anything to make you feel better?”

Alethaine shakes her head. She needs to be alone with her thoughts.

Astarion goes upstairs and collapses on the bed beside Tiriel. She, deep in her sleep, clings to him.

“I love you,” he mutters into her half-elven ear and he thinks she smiles.

The sun is shining brightly over the Unicorn’s Rim. Its rays wash the land in its warmth and the young dhampir basks in the sunlight like a cat.

Alethaine felt restless in the quiet house after both of her parents went to sleep. Astarion was probably just laying beside his wife and was aware their daughter left home.

The dhampir opens her arms up. The nightmarish hunt and bloodlust feel like a distant fever, but she knows the monster is still down there, deep inside her mind, ready to go off the chain.

She needs answers.

Her father’s books have very few details about dhampirs and they're even incorrect.

Alethaine Ancunin needs to figure things out on her own.

Tomorrow, she will ask her parents to train her. To teach how to survive in the wilderness, to pick up locks, to fight, and to shoot arrows. And when she is ready, she will go away to find out what it truly means to be a dhampir.

She tilts her head up and sees the tiny silhouette of a dragon soaring high in the skies.

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vos0q · 10 months

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More VnC because I LOVE VNC. but I promise I’ll post other things besides it soon orz

#vanitas no shuki #vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #memoir of vanitas #Dante VnC #illustration #chapter one introduction #if the moon wasn’t clouded that night before Noé and Vanitas meet #dhampir #vnc fanart #ヴァニタスの手記

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thedeadthree · 2 years

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ADDA (pathfinder kingmaker) // ZOYA (pathfinder wotr)

VIKTORIYA (cp2077) // FALKA (dnd/bg3)

BELLONA (m*cu/the sandman) // PRIYA (ofna)

the lovelies @chuckhansen and @blackreaches tagged me to make a couple of the girlies in this cutest picrew! ty so much! (and saw @roofgeese do this too!)

TAGGING: @griffin-wood, @risingsh0t, @leviiackrman, @shellibisshe, @florbelles, @queennymeria, @dihardys, @arklay, @multiverse-of-themind, @aartyom, @swordcoasts, @virassan, @adelaidedrubman, @jackiesarch, @yennas, @belorage, @jacobseed, @rosebarsoap, @trvelyans, @celticwoman, @loriane-elmuerto, @shadowglens, @aceghosts and you!

#oc: adda de trastamara #oc: zoya de tancarville #editing to change her tag ✨🥺 for her new name!#oc: viktoriya vays #oc: falka #oc: bellona bancroft #oc: priya selesnick #leg.tagged #leg.ocs #t: picrews #five more days and i get to meet my unhinged dhampir girlie aemma 🖤😵‍💫 FIVE MORE DAYS #(the *shock* that yours truly is wishing yo play a dhampir sisjshhsj ✨🥴🥀)#fantasy and autumn energy with vika peppered in bc i missed her! and i finished cyberpunk recently! 🖤🤧#tis the season which means it is time to reunite with my baby priya and read a beloved fall if 🖤😌#she KNOWS this is a cult she can feel it ✨🥴 but if elliott is there than maybe it’s not so bad skjsjxhx #adda in her endgame knowing she’s adored by the masses annhilated her enemies and married her beloved 💫 she wins! as she should!#bella my DARLING when is she not going through it ✨🤧#falka in dealing with the nonsense of the parasite worm in her head.. meanwhile her home is having a succession crisis and she’s the heir ✨🥴#SHE DOESNT HAVE TIME FOR THIS..!#i dont have much on aemma rn but what i DO know is she was royalty! a vampire heiress! until she was suspected and ultimately banished for #supposedly k*lling her mother ✨🤧 (her mother was VERY ill but her father in his grief blamed her death on his daughter ✨😠)#but it’s okay! she’ll likely become a lich.. k*ll him and take his throne! it’s fine! unhinged darling girl!#i think? i like her as either a bloodmage or a possessed oracle?#parent death mention #just in case!#aemma is her middle name and tancarville is her mothers maiden name! and what she went with after her banishment! it’s a pseudo name!#i haven’t figured out her real name yet. ✨😵‍💫

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amatres · 6 months

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hm. giving more thought to layla in relation to killing others bc the answer i gave off the cuff didn't seem exactly right. and it's very. grey, i suppose?

in general she doesn't go out of her way to kill people, sticking often to giving people second chances, even if the person doesn't seem repentant. but she also isn't going to spill tears for every person she kills (sorry ember, she's not as devoted to the idea as you, though she admires your dedication to it).

however there are times even she feels it's just not possible. with some she feels no remorse, such as with hulrun who she found vile in his zealotry, but in other cases it is. not smthing she takes any pleasure in doing, and is unable to let go of her sympathy for the person as she does it (wenduag....) to the point it haunts her long after it happened.

i suppose it's interesting in the two instances i can think off as the biggest examples of that scenario, with staunton and wenduag, she still tried to afford them some dignity or peace of mind in the end, like with allowing staunton to have a proper burial or with telling wenduag she was afraid of her potential in wenduag's last moments

camellia's death was an outlier, and is more an example in the position on having to keep making the calls on who lived or died affecting her negatively to the point she goes against what she would normally do in that situation, and then it haunts her because what if's will plague her afterwards.

does any of this make sense. no. i am tired and hungry

#ama mumbles #layla (oc)#lesson from this post: she is not a solider and she is being pressure cooked the longer in a position of authority she is #shes just a silly dhampir aha why are you making her a knight commander #also an interesting point to remember is she is a dirge bard! i know i make jokes about making skeletons dance and all that lol #but she has a genuine respect for the dead and the legacies they leave behind. she wont stop for every single dead but you know #she is not rlly leader but she also has very high charisma so ppl like to listen to her. unfortunately galfrey noticed this F #why do these deaths haunt you. bc i was incapable of saving them but perhaps they Could have been had smthing changed for them first #:for staunton and wenduag #versus bc i let my emotions get rid of someone i had come to trust over a span of a couple months in a single moment #i didnt even do it myself. for camellia #she Was going to let camellia live btw. but her emotions from wenduag were still running high alas #tho im sure she would have had to kill camellia later on anyway. and she would have felt bad about it then too tho probably. less so. lol #on discord i said she only kills in self defense which. is and isnt right necessarily. anyway i cant keep going on i need to eat #also another thin to take into account is she takes in the victims views into account!#playing through meeting hulrun before he is set on killing ppl on sight is i got to see his and embers convo #and it is so bad. but layla didnt kill him there bc ember said not to and her view on the situation takes precedent to her own disguist #anyway in her actual canon layla kills that man bc hes about to kill ramien she does not. get there early enough to have a calmish convo

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sunniestshark-archive · 1 year

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Out of context campaign memes ft. Rosanna

(Rosanna belongs to @arbitraryartist and Sylvannas (right) belongs to @theriversarebroken our lovely DM)

#digital art #meme #dndmeme #dungeons and dragons #5e #cleric #Dhampir #tfw you're really excited to meet a new god but that god transcends the regular timeline and sometimes wants to kill you

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huggingmyfreckledsoulmate · 1 year

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If Joy wants good gossip, my Dhampir Detective's the one to go to. He knows all the juicy details one needs; all anyone needs to do is ask him to spill the tea and he shall do so gladly.

(I know Mishka said if a Vampire has a kid with a human, they'll be human but Dhampir Detective hugged me tight and refused to let go. (Rook was the (Echo World) vampire but, like, secretly...so no one knew- somehow...I'm still working on it))

Joy leaned forward eagerly, one leg over the other as she gazed at the dhampir in front of her with a playful twinkle in her eyes, "well? aren't you going to tell me what i want to know, sugar?" she pouted and sipped her hot chocolate, basking in the warmth of the liquid as it flowed down her throat, she closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them with a smirk, "spill. it."

#seriously i'd love if Joy could meet your detectives they seems so damn interesting 😭 first the werewolf and now the dhampir?? 👀👀#anyway your dhampir has to spill the tea now 'cause she got interested 👀#the wayhaven chronicles #🩷: asks for her & mason #💌: Joy Langford #twc

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fernrisulfr · 1 year

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Lurk

This one was for a high-level (low seriousness) Villain One-shot. Each of us were one of the four generals of an evil god returning to power. Lurk was in charge of the Assassins and Spies, as well as being the most loyal. This was for the same DM who had a tendency of killing my characters accidentally, and so despite being a Warlock/Rogue, I made Lurk incredibly hard to kill. (And freakishly mobile).

Lurk (Warlock 10/Rogue 7)

Hexblade Warlock/Phantom Rogue - Dhampir - Criminal - Chaotic Evil

Deity: Xal’nikesh

Used in an Evil One-Shot. One of the oldest and most devoted followers of the dark god Xal’nikesh. Working to bring about his revival. Among the Xal’nikesh's generals. Acts as something of an Assassin/Spymaster. Very much the insane highly devout follower type of minion. Appearance: 5′8, weight unknown, white hair, yellow eyes. Complexion incredibly pasty. His hair was long, but very thin and not strictly well kept. A hawkish nose and prominent lips but a surprisingly stout build. He wore a tattered hooded coat of a sort of blue-green but almost black colour. Dark leather armor underneath, but baggy brown pants over top to keep him from standing out too much in a crowd. Wielded a flametongue rapier and a shortsword. Armor of Adamantine and the Cape of the Montebank.

#dnd #D&D #Dungeons and Dragons #Character Concept #Hexblade Warlock #Phantom Rogue #DnD Warlock #DnD Rogue #Dhampir #Evil One-Shot #He had such a psychotic laugh #His introduction was giggling menacingly from the shadows during a meeting #Rolling a nat 1 on stealth and landing back first onto the conference table #Proceeded to throw himself out a window

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m00nchildthings · 8 months

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ALUCARD X PREGNANT!READER

This story was based off of this one right here: https://www.tumblr.com/m00nchildthings/703854020457021440/mating-press-and-breeding-kink-with-alucard

if anything this can be read as a sequel where he managed to get you knocked up cw for pregnant reader, oral sex one sparing use of the reader being called mama, and alucard being a hovering creep towards you for carrying his child also slight pregnancy kink if you squint not even read over once bone apple teeth🧑‍🍳😙🤌

p.s. @yazzzmints @ch3rryistheg you asked and i delivered

“You’re hovering Adrian”.

“I do not hover,”

You sighed, closing the large ornate tome you had been reading and setting it on the small wooden table beside your chair. He was hovering and whether he was oblivious to it or simply choosing to be obtuse, he was doing it a hell of a lot more recently. You knew why though, you thought as you brought your hand over your swollen stomach. Seven months into your pregnancy and through every step Alucard had treated you and your unborn child like fine china perpetually teetering over a precocious edge.

“You are aware we won’t turn to ash the moment we leave your vision,” you said cheekily staring up at your dhampir lover. His eyes narrowed before he swept past you, moving to sit in the armchair beside your own. He sat there, for a moment beautiful like marble with his eyes closed, before turning to face you.

“I am very well aware of that,” he said, placing his chin in his hand as he peered at you. You hummed, turning away from him, instead choosing to focus on the crackling fireplace in front of you, pretending the warm embers floating around the wood were far more interesting than the golden haired man sitting next to you.

“Then I hope that you are also aware,” you began pausing to take a sip of the tea still hot on your side table “that fathers who hover around the pregnant wives are bound to produce children that do not enjoy their company,”

“That isn’t true,” you could see his brows furrow from your peripheral view, hiding your chuckle behind another sip of tea, you continued.

“It very well might be an old wives tale, but I have heard of children coming out fussy towards their fathers fresh out of the womb-,” you were cut off with a loud swoosh as Alucard gracefully stepped towards you settling down at his knees, hands placed on your stomach.

“You won’t dislike me right?” he directed at your stomach, brow even more wrinkled with worry “Surely they understand I am just so, eager, to meet them right darling?,”

He stared up at you now, golden eyes tense with worry, your lip wobbled as you held back your smile. Here before you on his knees was Alucard Tepes; one of the slayers of Dracula, the feared prince of the night that cut down his enemies like knives through butter- reduced to a simpering thing at the fear your child might come straight from you hating him. You relented not having the heart to tease him any longer you cradled his jaw in your hand.

“I was just teasing my love, surely our child will love you just as much as I,” immediately he relaxed, melting into the palm of your hand. His golden eyes cut up at you a small smirk tugging on his lips.

“You are cruel to do such a thing to your doting lover,” his alabaster hand gripped your wrist as he turned to lay a kiss in the fleshy part of your palm. “I treat you so sweetly and you insist on giving me heart palpitations.

“Consider it payback for what your hellspawn is doing to my body, I can barely make it from here to the door without my swollen ankles and aching spine objecting,” you said, bringing your hand away from him to stretch the intense cracking of your back emphasizing your point.

Alucard stood, staring down at you, he adored your changing body evidence of the growth of his child in you. You’d always been beautiful in his eyes, but something about knowing the swell of your stomach was from your baby growing inside of you, surely you were a goddess gifting him with the gifts of gifts. Bending down he looped his arms around your waist ignoring your grumbles of objection when he picked you up hoisting you into his arms until your knees hung over his elbows.

“Then allow me to be your legs,” you huffed rolling your eyes as Alucard toted you out of your rather comfortable reading room, you knew where he was taking you of course. The looming large ornate doors of your bedroom came into view as Alucard steadily carried you to them.

“Our bedroom,” you said flatly “I wonder what reason you could have for bringing me here Adrian,”

“I have no idea what you are implying deer,” he said, turning to press his back to the door, opening it with your combined weights. Barely holding back his impish grin (a look a great number of others refused to believe existed when you said he did so on the regular) he rushed you to your bed gently placing you on the downy mattress.

“Your feet must be killing you,” he said, gracefully moving to sit beside you and patting his lap. Begrudgingly you laid back against the comforter swinging your aching feet to his lap. He gently massaged your foot pressing his fingers into the soles of your feet soothing the pain that afflicted you. His talented hands seemed to pull all the aches from them knowing how to just work your body from months of repeated practice. A particularly forceful push into your left heel and you couldn’t hold back the moan that bubbled from your throat. Alucard smiled at you gently placing your feet on the bed beside him.

“See? So sweetly,” he said, placing his now free hand on your stomach.

“My body still aches,” you grumbled, still feeling the tension in your back

“I can help with that,”

“Your version of help is what got me into this predicament,” chuckling Alucard slowly spread your legs apart hiking your dress to just under your belly. There laid out before him nestled in a thatch of curls your cunt shined for him, already glistening with arousal. His slender fingers traced up the warm slit of your puffy lips noticing the audible hitch in your breaths

“If you don’t like my version of help then where are your undergarments,” he questioned, knuckles grazing up and down your quivering pussy

“They no longer -mmph- fit,” you moa, turning around to bury your head into the pillow.

“How lucky for me,” he murmured, just barely above a whisper as he sank down till his face was level with your heat “that my favorite snack is but a silk slip away from tongue,”

With one scathing breath his mouth was on you, pink lips pressing toward your own. His tongue wickedly lapped at you running wet circles around your throbbing clit before slipping its way into your clenching cunt. He couldn’t help the vibrating moans, near purrs that reverberated into you, as your juices flooded his taste buds. He couldn't help the way he ate at you ravaging your quim with every fiery stroke through your quivering lips. Your hands tugged at his golden locks pulling him closer and closer to your weeping cunt. How foolish, he thought as he drank up all you had to offer, why pull him close when you both know the last thought on his mind was pulling away?

Your orgasm crested, creeping up on you with each lascivious lick that toyed with your throbbing clit. It was with one particularly harsh suck that had you falling apart, melting apart like butter on warm toast your cunt creamed over your lover's tongue. Undeterred Alucard continued to viciously feast on your juices, moaning as they glossed his face. Clawed hands though gentle, held your hips in place as they began to buck so he could wrap his lips around your clit sucking on the shiny pearl undisturbed.

“A-Adrian please, s’too much I need-,” interrupting you Alucard sighed loudly, releasing your clit with an audible pop.

“You never let me have my fill,” he complained peering up at you over your swollen belly “but I know what you need,”

Rising Alucard reached for his trousers tugging the strings till his cock, heavy with a bead of precum pooling at the tip, fell free. Smiling and flashing those fangs of his wide he pulled your legs to wrap around his waist. Grabbing at his cock he lined the drooling pink head with your equally wet cunt, rubbing it between your lips and nudging at your clit. Gently he pushed inside of you, hissing as your heat slowly enveloped him till the hilt. The two of you rested there for a moment panting as your limbs tangled about each other. You whined under him, arms reaching towards him, hands making grabby motions for him. Alucard reached underneath you pulling you towards him. You both sat there, connected at your most intimate of places, your sweaty forehead resting on his cool one.

“Adrian,”

“Yes my love?”

“Fuck me.”

“Yes my love”

With a low chuffing noise, Alucard thrust up into you once, twice, three times, every one seeming to be deeper than the last. Your mouth hung agape as your lover continuously fucked up into you carving the shape of him deep into your cunt. Moans barely escaped you as every thrust seemed to steal your breath, your eyes stared into the golden ones of your lover unable to look away. Before you could process Alucard's hand gripped your ass holding you towards him as he stood on the bed, steadying his feet in the cushion and using his grip to lift you fast up and down his cock.

“Do you feel me sweet, deep, in here,” he rasped as he bounced you on his cock balls slapping on your ass. His hot breath fanned your face as he used your own weight to fuck you, one particular hard thrust had your eyes rolling back into your skull, and with a rush words escaped you.

“Fuck Adein yes! Fuck me please, I- oh god don’t stop!” you screamed nails clawing into the rolling muscles of his back.

“That’s it mama,” he hissed somehow managing to grip you closer, shifting to the balls of his feet he began to roll his hips up into you to match every bounce of your ass against his thighs “Take it, cum for me, let me feel your silk grip me,”

You don’t know whether it was his words that got you there so quickly or the orgasm he gave you prior, but with a barely audible cry you came walls gripping him tightly as you gushed around him. Alucard grit his teeth at the grip your cunt had him in, thrusting a few times before spilling inside you with a strangled cry. Alucard fell to his knees holding you close as you both bounced on the mattress. He pulled you off him holding back chuckles when you grumbled from the over sensitivity. Gently he laid you down before getting off the bed and leaving towards your bedroom bath chamber. He returned with a warm bowl of water and two warm cotton cloths.

Sitting beside you Alucard dipped the washcloth into the water wringing it before bringing it to your heaving body. Carefully he cleaned you off, wiping the spunk he left at your center. You groaned, pushing at his hands, still feeling far too sensitive. With a chuckle he dropped the now sullied rag once you were clean of him, reaching to prepare the second one he had brought and pressed the soothing cotton to your sweaty brow. Your eyes closed as you let your dhampir lover continue with his aftercare.

“Am I forgiven yet, for breeding you with my -what did you call our child- hellspawn?” he asked golden eyes trained onto your face. With a sigh you looked up at him already having forgotten the remark you had made earlier. A sly smirk tugged at your tired face.

“For the time being leonito,”

#ughhh i am so rusty writing smut #but alucards return had me feeling sentimental #alucard tepes x reader #alucard x reader #alucard smut #alucard tepes #adrian tepes x reader #adrian x reader #adrian tepes #castlevania smut

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bunnis-monsters · 1 day

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Appearently in Balkan folklore, Dhampirs are the result if human and vampire couplings, so mabe the vampire can fulfill his desire to give his sweet human mate a child

NSFW/FLUFFY

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It had been nearly a year of thorough breeding, every night filled with love making and hope for a baby when you finally came to him with good news.

He had been away for a few months, traveling abroad to meet with his coven. The second he was home, he was ready try again, to give you the baby the both of you wanted more than anything.

That’s when he spotted you, sitting in a rocking chair… with your belly heavy and swollen.

“My love…” he said, eyes welling up with tears as he dropped to his knees to observe the life growing within you. “You’re pregnant?”

You nodded, reaching out to gently caress his pale cheek. “Mhm… you really did give me a baby…”

He sobbed into your belly, pressing soft kisses into your warm flesh. “Our baby… oh my love, you’ve given me the most precious gift…”

During your pregnancy, he refused to feed from you, instead hunting for prey. Every night, he kept his cock warm in your cunt, gently rocking your hips as he stared at your baby bump, absolutely mesmerized. He couldn’t help but keep you absolutely stuffed full of his cum.

He couldn’t believe his luck… you, his beloved, pregnant with his child…

No one could have been happier than the two of you.

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spacebarbarianweird · 8 months

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Astarion's dhampir daughter headcanon P.2

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Masterlist

Headcanons

- Her name is Alethaine, and she is an elf

- Astarion was surpised to see his daughter look nothing like her mother. It took him time to realize the girl is his copy

- She has black eyes, the color of the raven feathers, and Astarion sometimes contemplates if his eyes used to be black too

- He was afraid to take Alethaine in his hands ("she is so small, so delicate, I can't be trusted") but eventually he gave up and pressed the newborn against his chest. The moment it happened, the girl started purring like a kitten.

- She decided to be a monster hunter and Astarion became her first mentor

- Alethaine loves reading. Myths, history, tales of distant lands. She often reads to her mother but reading sessions regularly end with Alethaine and Astarion having an argument about some historical event

- Tav calls her "kitten", Astarion calls her "princess"

- She has good relations with both of her parents. Tav (a half-elf) understands what it is to be "mixed" and not accepted by both parts of your kin. Astarion knows her struggles with hunger and bloodthirst

- Alethaine knows there is a monster within her and if she feels like losing control she immediately tells her dad

- Alethaine was once attacked by a vampire but the attacker suffered more than her. First, dhampir blood is poisonous for a vampire. Second, Astarion stabbed him. Ten times in a row.

- Astarion never told Alethaine about his past, not wanting the shadow of his old master to cloud Alethaine's life

- After one especially bad monster hunting Alethaine came to her father in distress. Astarion listened to her muffed cries and then took her in his hands and started lulling Alethaine the same way he did back when she was a child

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #astarion headcanon #bg3 astarion #astarion bg3 #bg3 #astarion romance #baldurs gate 3 #astarion headcanons #astarion has a daughter in my headcanon cause why not its mine #astarion being a dad #alethaine ancunin #dadstarion #spacebarbarian headcanon #meet the dhampirs #dhampirs of the sword's coast #dnd

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elliewritesfantasy · 3 months

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Escape in the Night

A/N: I never thought I would be posting fanfiction on this account. However, Baldur’s Gate has captured my attention and my inspiration for months now. I don’t even know if anyone will see this, but I enjoyed writing it, and that’s all that matters.

Some protective dadstarion for you all. And strong boss Tav. Female Tav x Astarion.

Snow fell in great white clumps, blanketing the forest in an eerie silence. Cold crept up your fingers, reaching further with every moment that passed. You remained crouched under the boughs of an old maple tree, the bare branches leaning under the weight of the snowfall. You were burdened with your own weight; a greatsword hung between your shoulder blades, a relic of your paladin oath long forgotten among other worries, and a bundle against your chest. It was the one spot of true warmth on this winter night. Your baby. Astarion’s baby.

Armelle.

Boots shifted, crunching snow and dirt.

“Astarion?” His name was barely a puff of air from your mouth.

“I’m here.” He appeared next to you, and knelt. His silver hair shone even on this starless night, a mess of curls barely tamed. His eyes searched your face, his hands clenched around his longbow.

“Where are the vampires?” you asked.

“They’re close. I need to get you out of here.” Astarion placed a hand on your shoulder, guiding you to your feet. “I’ve lost a lot of my vampiric senses, but not all.”

“I wish they would see reason.”

“I know.”

You had found a wish scroll for him long ago, as part of your promise after the defeat of the netherbrain. The wish scroll brought him not only the cure for him vampirism, but the promise of a wide open future free of having to hide in the dark. It brought him hope and the freedom to finally say that he could marry you without feeling like he had trapped you in a vampire’s nest for life. And it had brought him his second-most precious gift of all - the wrapped child you clutched with the strength of a mother’s fierce love.

The vampires didn’t know Astarion was cured. They thought he had sired a dhampir, the offspring of a vampire and a powerful being with hungers rarely fully sated. A dhampir would be an asset to their coven, and they wasted no time in searching you out in the two weeks you have had her. You hadn’t meant to have your baby on the way to Waterdeep for a companions’ reunion. She was early. A surprise. But you were already so far from home, it wasn’t worth it to turn back.

Maybe that was a mistake.

“Y/N.” Astarion broke you from your thoughts. “Waterdeep isn’t far. If you run, you can make it while I hold them off.”

“I can’t leave you.” Your soul burned with your paladin’s oath, and your hands itched to strike the vampires down with all of your holy might.

“Just for a second. I’ll meet you there I promise,” Astarion said. His lips lifted in his slightly crooked smile. “If we can survive the Absolute and the attempted end of the world, we can survive this.”

You steeled your nerves, drinking in his familiar confident expression, though it wavered just a bit as the bundle on your chest let out a small, sleepy whine. “Alright”

“I can smell you. I can smell her.” The crooning voice of the vampire master Kazimir cut through the dampened night. Your heart quickened.

“Run.” Astarion notched an arrow, his breath coming in quick, clouded puffs. “Run!”

You didn’t hesitate. Your boots dug into the snow, into the frozen mud and you sprinted with all of the strength left in your body. The lights of Waterdeep twinkled on the horizon. It wasn’t much farther. You could make it.

“Ah, not so fast.”

You skidded to a stop, your throat lurching with fear. Kazimir stood before you, red eyes shining with glee.

“I can’t let you go, not with that creature you have.”

“She’s not a creature,” you growled. You drew your greatsword.

“Oh, but she is. And what a delicious creature she would be to have. She should be raised by a real vampire, not a pithy elf and a weak spawn.” He drew his own blade, a wicked sharp rapier. “Hand her to me peacefully, and I will let you return to your spawn without fuss.”

“No.” You swung your greatsword in an arc, poised to strike.

“A shame. Then I will have to take her from you.” Kazimir lunged forward, blade catching on the woolen edge of your wrap. You lurched back, narrowly escaping his rapier. You raised your sword, letting the anger in your stomach explode outward, lighting the weapon with a golden light. The vampire hissed and shrunk back instinctually at the light. With a cry, you leaped forward, bringing your sword down in a blazing arc. The vampire recovered just in time, spinning out of the way of your smite, his cloak billowing out behind him. He vanished among the trees, flitting between them like a ghost. You reeled, then recovered, and grounded yourself in the snow. You had to be ready.

Your eyes searched the darkness desperately, your eyes struggling to perceive anything beyond the falling snow.

“Behind you!” Astarion ran from the trees, an arrow whistling through the air. It found its mark in the shoulder of the master vampire. He screamed, turning from you to Astarion.

A blast of blue light blinded you all in an instant. A dimension door appeared just to your left with a familiar hand reaching through it.

“Gale!”

“Come with me,” Gale emerged wholly, his hair whipping in the wind of the portal. “Quickly!”

“But, Astarion-“ you looked back the silver elf now fighting Kazimir with his dagger, locked in an expert hand-to-hand battle.

“You have something more important to think about now, eh?” Gale gestured to you once again. You closed your eyes tight, sheathing your weapon. With one last glance at Astarion, you let Gale pull you through the gate and into the candlelit drawing room of his tower.

Shadowheart was the first to run to you. “Y/N, what happened?”

You couldn’t answer, your body wracked with violent shudders and shakes. Some of it was from the cold, some from the fear that made your very soul twist. Shadowheart wrapped you in a blanket. Through a tendril of consciousness, you managed to pull aside your wrap to check on your baby. You collapsed into a chair at the sight of her, eyes still closed, asleep. Safe.

“I’m going back for him.” Gale began furiously searching for a scroll through the precarious stacks upon his end tables.

Shadowheart laid a hand on his shoulder. “You shouldn’t risk it. What if the vampire comes through this time?”

Gale shook his head. “I can’t leave him to that master. I remember how strong Cazador was.”

“We have to trust him,” Shadowheart argued.

You could only sit, your arms holding your baby to you, her head cradled in your hands. A prayer of safety rang through your mind again and again. You had been a thirty minute run from Waterdeep before, and with the fight, maybe it would take him an hour.

“Please, I need you,” you whispered. Gale and Shadowheart retreated, letting you hold your child and warm by the fire while your brain was wracked with thoughts.

Please. Please.

I should have stayed.

Please.

The door to the drawing room burst open. You ran to it immediately, blood rushing in your ears.

“I’m here.”

“Astarion.”

He was here, his armor streaked bright red with blood. His hair was clumped with gore, and a cut on his cheek shone. He drank your face in hungrily, then reached for the woolen wrap, pushing it aside to reveal the perfect girl curled at your chest, her fine, newborn-soft silver hair glowing in the candlelight. Astarion placed a hand on her head, giving her a soft kiss right above her brow. He pressed his forehead against yours, tucking you both into his chest.

Even years after his cure, the feeling of his body warmth was novel. You soaked it in.

“He’s dead,” Astarion said. He twined a hand through your hair, pressing you into his shoulder. “He will never bother us again.”

“I can’t believe you killed him.” You drew back, studying his face.

Astarion laughed, his brows crinkling. “What, you doubted me? Hero of the world, slayer of the netherbrain?”

“You know it was my sword that landed the final strike,” you teased.

Armelle stirred, drawing Astarion’s attention. Oh, how much he had changed. From only being able to care about his own survival, to dedicating his whole existence to the survival of two others. It scared him more than the impending end of existence did.

“It doesn’t matter anyway.” He traced Armelle’s rounded, flushed cheeks, taking in the hair that matched his own, the nose that matched yours. “I have everything that I need right here.”

#astarion #Astarion ancunin #Baldur’s gate #Baldur’s gate 3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #shadowheart #astarion x reader #Astarion x Tav #fanfic #fanfiction #dadstarion #bg3 x reader #bg3 astarion #bg3 fanfiction

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milkywaydrabbles · 7 months

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They already asked for breeding and dubcon separately, with Alucard and I wanted to ask for the same thing but both Indications for the same Alucard Castlevania. If it's not possible anymore, I still liked the ones you made. You have talent!

A/N: breeding and dubcon for Alucard equals babytrapping in my head, so that's kind of the direction I went with this! I hope this is okay, and that you enjoy!! MWUAH

Dubcon/breeding x Alucard

“Nng, Alucard wait--aah.” The dhampir had you pressed into the bed, face smothered within the pillows as he plowed into you from behind. His fangs were dripping with saliva, dragging against your skin. Alucard was already too far gone as he fucked you, hands gripping at your wrists with his entire body covering yours. “Don’t you love me, darling? Don’t you want me happy?” He’d taunt you, knowing you couldn’t say no to him. You’ve never been able to say no to him, not when he saved you from a life of torture and being used as a blood bag from a small collective of vampires. How could you say no to your savior, the one who lets you stay in his big castle, keeps you fed and clothed and bathed?

Alucard tried hard, he really did, to not let his lust for you consume him. But it was so difficult, when you kept telling him you’d thank him in any way, begging him to let you do something for him. It was so hard, to not take you then and there, instead slowly building up to the perfect moment to capture your lips. He’d give you small and slow touches here and there, fingers lingering longer than they had to, eyes roaming your body so obviously he saw the heat settle on your features. He’d capture your lips one night, letting you feel in control, just this once, asking for a taste of your blood as you rode him in his bed. You nodded, exposing your neck to him as he drank--enough to get you lightheaded, but keeping you alive all the same. He fucked you harder after that, now understanding why those vampires wanted to keep you for themselves. It was the best meal he’d ever had--he didn’t drink blood, rather disliked the taste if he was being honest--but you were different.

He’d never let you go after that.

You whimpered under him, but pushed back to his thrusts as best you could, forcing himself deeper into your hole. “So good for me, sweetheart--making me so fucking happy.” He growled in your ear, feeling you clench around him with each sweet word that dripped from his tongue. He licked and suckled at the juncture of your neck that always stayed bruised with how often he fed from you. “You don’t mind if I indulge in your blood, do you my love?” You whined, but exposed yourself further to him, wincing when you felt his fangs pierce through your skin. You’ve learned that it hurts less while he fucks you, though the pain still throbs your veins after.

Alucard leans back on his knees and brings you up with him, hands exploring the span of your body, finding purchase on your tits as he thrusts in and out of your pussy. “So good to me, always letting me do as I please, what a good girl.” He would whisper to you, to keep you riled up and feel you tighten around his cock some more. He slowed just enough to grind into you, pressing you deep onto his dick, nearly kissing at your cervix with his length. You whined against him, hands flexing as you gripped onto nothing. “Do you know what would make me the happiest, my sweet girl?” He teased, fingers pinching at your nipples as you gasped.

“Let me make you a mother, darling.”

Your eyes flew open (when had you closed them?) and you felt panic shooting up your nerves. “Alucard, I-I don’t think I’m ready for tha--aah, fuck!” He began bucking his hips harder into yours again, hands coming down to hold onto your hips and fuck you down to meet him. One hand trailed back up, fingers wrapping around your throat cutting off most of your breathing as you were pounded from behind. “Of course you’re ready, you take care of me so well already--you’ll be a wonderful mother. I know you will.” He cooed, licking over the still bleeding wound of your neck.

It was hard to argue with him, not when he was so kind to you outside of the bedroom, not when he spoke so sweetly to you as he fucked you so well. How could you argue, when he never asked anything of you, except to make you a mother? “You’ll let me, right darling?” He wasn’t really asking, he’d do it anyways. He’d convince you later if he had to. But he didn’t need to, not when you were nodding and clenching around him--ready to milk him dry. He groaned, tightening on your throat as he humped into you like a dog, climbing closer and closer to release until he was spilling deep inside your cunt, praying it made it directly into your womb to catch.

He would keep you plugged up, day in and day out after this. You’d never be able to leave now. Not when you carried his child, not when he would protect the both of you. You’d be his forever.

#milk writes #castlevania #adrian tepes #alucard #alucard x reader #adrian tepes x reader #alucard tepes x reader #castlevania (2017)#milk kinktober #castlevania alucard #castlevania nocturne

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pickmans-muse · 8 months

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Hiiii could I request a fic portraying the moment in which Alucard (after szn 3) realizes that he likes the reader, or how she finds out he likes her? Hihihihi

Hiiiiiiii back! I’m so glad you requested! Also, sorry I didn’t realize my asks weren’t open 😅 This is going to be more like headcanons crossed with a short drabble, hope that’s okay! (Reader will be Fem)

Alucard Liking You

This man thinks he’s smooth. He is not smooth. Not even a little bit. He’s very articulate, very intelligent—and the second you walk in, his composure evaporates into thin air. It’s hard to miss a blush on cheeks as pale as his, and even more than that, he stammers a little when he’s around you. He’ll forget what he’s saying, trail off, repeat words or phrases without realizing it—in short, he’s very obvious.

To be fair, it doesn’t start out like that. When he meets you, Alucard is probably just as cool and collected as he usually is. However, he starts to fall for you when he sees you in your element. Maybe you’re an artist, and he sees you painting, or maybe you’re a magician, and he sees you throwing spells that he’s never even heard of. Either way, the first step is when you fascinate him. He’ll pop up to watch you do what you love, or find excuses to do it with you.

The second step is when he develops a y/n-radar. He doesn’t realize it, but he knows where you are at any given moment—and if he doesn’t, for even a minute, he’ll drop what he’s doing to look for you. He’s like a puppy attuned to you, needing to know where you are and that you’re safe.

Along with that comes his increased awareness of you, particularly how you smell. As a dhampir, he can smell the individual odors of people—track them if they’re lost, that kind of thing—and he starts to become more aware of your scent. It makes him feel sleepy, safe, relaxed. That’s when he realizes he’s growing to be attracted to you, and that’s when the blushy stammering starts.

Like his father, Alucard clearly has a thing for women who take charge. When he sees you being in charge, when it really sinks in that you’re badass, he finds himself aroused. Which, naturally, makes the blushing worse around you.

Post season three, he’s surprised to find that your touch settles him, rather than scaring him. Usually, he’s touch averse after Sumi and Taka, but it’s different around you. He finds himself leaning against you, resting on your shoulder—feeling safe with you.

The moment you both know he truly likes you is when he falls asleep on your lap. When he wakes up, and your eyes meet, and he smiles this soft little smile while he blushes up at you.

When Alucard’s breaths even out, soft and deep, you realize he’s gone to sleep. In your lap, with his head pillowed on your thighs.

Amazed, you set down the book you’d been reading to him. He looks so peaceful like this—lips slightly parted, brow soft and unfurrowed. You know he’s had trouble sleeping since Sumi and Taka, that he’s struggled with nightmares and even sleep paralysis ever since.

You never expected this.

Vampires sleep deeply, and so does Alucard—when he manages to sleep at all. It leaves them more vulnerable than at any other time, since they’re difficult to rouse. For a vampire or dhampir to fall asleep with you is a sign of trust like no other.

You kiss his forehead gently, and let him sleep.

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Inhuman (Adrian Tepes | Alucard)

TAGS: Alucard/Dragoness!reader, alternate universe, pining, sex pollen, morning after, breeding, impregnation, smut, oneshot Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

Darkness is something many feared for it brought about horrors both real and imaginary to life. The cover of night hid that which screeched at the light of day and yet there is a certain stillness and calm found in the dark.

Adrian never felt that the dark was something to be afraid of, but rather a hidden peace and tranquility when one decides to walk about during the twilight hours.

All is still until a flash of bright light illuminated the landscape, revealing everything which once hid within the blanket of night for barely a second before gradually fading away.

Normally, the dhampir would have chalked it up as yet another one of nature’s great mysteries before trying to see for himself what caused it. Blame his loving parents who naturally nurtured his inquisitive nature.

However, before he could even step another foot forward he saw something falling from the sky and as it got closer to the ground, his eyes perceived an unmistakably human form.

He didn’t need to think for another second as his body rocketed upwards in a great leap, lean yet toned arms grasping the surprisingly soft and tiny figure. As the air whipped around him during his descent, he took his first good look as to who or what he decided to save in the first place.

The blonde’s eyes widened, breath hitching in his throat as he beheld what could only be an angel, a being of pure light within his embrace.

Your silken ivory hair crowns your head and drapes over your heart-shaped face gracefully, petal-like lips which gleamed with a soft pink sheen, eyelashes like lush crescents that seem to teasingly hide what he could only imagine to be the most beautiful jeweled orbs in the world, and a spattering of silvery-white scales that travel from said cheeks down to your neck and the rest of your body hidden beneath your bodice.

You are clearly inhuman.

And yet, never has Adrian felt more human than he did right now especially as your eyes flutter open and meet with his own mesmerized pair.

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“...make sure to grind them thoroughly, my dear. They have to be a fine paste before we can proceed with the next step”

“Okay, Miss Lisa. I’ll do my best!”

“Feel free to just call me mother. I’ve seen you as a daughter from the moment my son brought you into our home and since my husband hasn’t given me any daughters...you’re the next best thing and I honestly couldn’t be any more grateful for your arrival in our lives.”

Hidden behind a tall shelf lined with various tomes and scrolls, the young man couldn’t help but take peeks at the two most important women in his life as they bonded with one another. His mother so easily took you under her wing when he brought you here and you weren’t averse to the motherly affections she directed at you.

Now if he could only be as forthright with his feelings as his mother and express himself to you, because you were clearly as dense as a rock and didn’t pick up any of the subtle hints he gave you about his intentions...

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“If you’re really okay with someone like me...then please use me as much as you like,” with a red blush highlighting your soft cheeks, you try not to look at the flushed and heavily panting Adrian pinning you down upon his bed.

The dhampir had accidentally inhaled the pollen of some new plant you both came across while partaking in your regular walks together. It took effect immediately, the normally calm and composed blonde becoming so flustered and heated that you’d think he was running a fever with how much sweat dripped down his face.

The raging erection which tented at the front of his trousers told you everything you needed to know, however.

Even if it was only to help him, you don’t regret giving yourself to Adrian because you love him. Even after the effects wear off, you hope that you’ll still stay friends because you’ve grown to love this castle and all its wonders. But especially its inhabitants—

“While I would have preferred to put a ring on you first, I’m afraid that I’m at my limit...but I promise to properly wed you after this, my love.”

The night is a blur by the time you wake up the morning after. Hazy memories of soft and firm touches, wet and deep kisses, harsh grunts and pitiful mewls, and nails scratching against the skin of his toned back as your tight cunt is forced open by his lengthy cock. You don’t remember how many rounds you went last night, having lost count of the amount of times you felt him spraying his seed deep inside of you and how you oh so shamelessly tightened even further each time he painted your walls white.

“We must inform mother and father once they return from their little trip. I’m sure they’ll be thrilled at the news of our union...though perhaps I might be scolded for taking you to bed before the actual wedding…” Adrian chuckled, messy strands of blonde hair tumbling down his chest as he gazed down at you with his head propped up by his hand, all the while you seemed to have been using his chest as a pillow the whole time you were sleeping.

“A-Adrian…!” You squeak and sputter at his joke, blushing all the way to the tips of your ears which only seems to ignite the flames within the dhampir once more as he rolls himself on top of you.

“If you truly insist on seducing me yet again...I suppose it is simply a husband’s duty to satisfy his wife”

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