#can dhampirs get piercings?

[heartlessmonsterlover]

#oc: lou #oc: heather #i just wnated to draw heather in a cute outfit but it made me realize that i hadn't properly settled on a lou design yet #they both came to me in a dream #and i changed up heather's appearance slightly for sure #but lou looked way too similar to an actor who simply does not fit the vibe #but then i realized i also wanted to change up heather slightly #i think it has more to do with color choices since i only did 1 fully colored drawing of her #i might change up some other stuff but i am feeling somewhat satisfied with these #previously lou was rather lanky and i think this appearance fits better #i also think i want to give heather some tattoos if i'm being completely honest #lou too maybe. i don't know #or some piercings? #can dhampirs get piercings? #one thing i read said they don't have any bones and it haunts me

[yeonzzzn]

✨capturing magic: park sunghoon

a vampires bleeding series: four / seven

pairing: sunghoon x afab!reader word count: 5.3k

synopsis: your witchy presence causes an uproar with sunghoon, him not enjoying the idea of you being anywhere near him. as you struggle to regain your strength and magic, the banter between you and sunghoon continue grow along with the pull of fate.

genre: strangers/enemies to lovers, vampire!sunghoon, photographer!sunghoon, witch!reader, angst, some fluff.

warnings: mentions of blood and death, swearing, y/n has long black hair and facial piercings, stubbornly cute sunghoon ♡

☾ jungwon(1) | jay(2) | jake(3) | sunghoon(4) | sunoo(5) | niki(6) | heeseung(7) ☽

“YOU BROUGHT BACK A WITCH?!” Sunghoon snapped, his jaw clenching tightly. 

“Yes!!” the dhampir snapped back, “We couldn’t leave her there to die!!” 

Sunghoon was filled with anger, blood boiling. 

“Let's all calm down…” Heeseung spoke up, placing a hand on Sunghoon’s shoulder.

Sunghoon slapped his hand away, “Hyung, that dhampir bringing this witch here will put us all in danger!!” 

“This witch is one of my best friends!” She yelled, “I wasn’t going to leave her, end of story!” 

Sunghoon scoffed, “Yeah, and if we all die it’ll be the damn dhampir’s fault.”

“Hey!” Jake yelled, getting in his best friend's face, “That damn dhampir is my mate, watch your words. She’s in our pack now.” 

The room fell silent. Sunghoon figured he would have connected with the dhampir, the tension between the two was too obvious. 

“And for the record,” Jake said, taking a step back away from Sunghoon, “I’m the one who said to bring the witch here. We need information once she wakes up.” 

Sunghoon looks away from his friend, looking at the witch lying unconscious on the couch. 

He knew Jake was right. In order to stop Dorian, they needed any information possible. 

Sunghoon releases a breath, “Fine, do what you want with the witch.” 

And with that, Sunghoon stormed off. 

—

“Easy does it,” Heeseung grabbed your hands, helping you sit up.

It’s been exactly a week since Dorian burned down your village and killed your coven. You were the only surviving member. 

Your heart ached for those you’ve lost, but you knew their souls were somewhere free from the cruelness of this world. 

Most of your burns have healed from your recovery spell, but you still ached with each movement, making it harder for you to move. On top of that, your right leg was broken. And no recovery spell could make that heal any faster. 

The vampires have shown you kindness for the most part. One in particular doesn’t care for you much. 

Once you were completely sat up, you thanked Heeseung. 

Jay knelt down beside you, looking at the bandages that covered your arms, slowly lifting them up to look at your skin. 

“We can probably remove the bandages,” He said, lifting more of the bandage up to get a better look at your skin, “The only thing is, there’s a lot of scarring.”

You nodded, “Recovery spells can only go so far.” 

Jay removed the bandages, relieving the scars. You didn’t realize how bad they actually were until you looked directly at them. 

Flashbacks to the fire came back, shaking you to the core. You dropped your head into your hands, begging for the thoughts to go away. 

“Y/N,” your best friend drops beside you, her hands set gently on your shoulders, “what’s wrong?” 

Her voice alone was enough to snap you out of it, you quickly looked up at her, giving a nod, “I am fine, the scars just…” 

She sighs, “It brought back the memories?” 

You nodded again.

A scoff happened from across the room. You immediately glared in its direction. 

Sunghoon leaned against the wall, arms crossed against his chest, his black hair falling against his eyes. 

“Got something to say, bloodsucker?” you hissed.

Sunghoon raised a brow, “You gonna put a hex on me or something, witch?” 

You gripped the blanket that covered your legs, “I just might!” 

He chuckled, pushing himself off the wall. He smiled just enough to show his sharpened fangs and cracked his knuckles. 

“Alright, that’s enough!” Jungwon snapped, looking between the two of you, “This situation isn’t ideal, but we all have one goal in common, so please for the love of everything put your differences to the side and shut the fuck up.” 

Sunghoon sighed, retracting his fangs. 

“Good boy, listen to your leader.” you gave him a wink. 

“Y/N,” Jungwon warned. 

You sighed and relaxed your body. You were powerless in your current situation. 

A pack of vampires and two humans were your only source of protection at the current moment. Your coven was destroyed. This is all you have right now. 

Sunghoon scoffed, then stormed out the door into the night. 

“Do you think you can make it up the stairs to bathe and sleep in a bed finally?” your dhampir friend asks, giving you a soft smile. 

You removed the blanket, and more burn scars trailed down your left leg, while the other was covered in a cast from your knee down. 

You pulled your shorts down, trying to hide the scars. 

“Hey,” Jay’s mate kneels beside your friend, her soft hands taking yours, “These scars are proof that you survived, don’t try to hide them.”

You wanted to protest, to shout that she doesn’t understand what it meant to survive after what you went through. 

But then you noticed the scars on her neck. It didn’t take long for you to recognize that those scars were caused by Dorian. That __ survived almost being killed by him. 

You forced a smile, “These scars don’t just show that I survived, they show what I also lost.” 

“Then you’ll carry them with you forever,” she gives you a soft smile, “It’ll be a reminder of what Dorian has done, and what will be done to get back at him.” 

She was right. You gave her a smile back with a nod. 

Jay pulled his mate up and to his chest, wrapping her in his arms, “__ always knows what to say.” 

Their bond pulled at each of them. Jungwon pulls __ to him and Jake pulls your friend to himself. Sunoo, Niki, and Heeseung had smiles watching their pack. 

You too had a smile. You could feel the bond they shared. Their vibes and how their energies matched. 

You looked at your friend and Jake. The way he held her so tightly and her head in the crease of his neck. 

Your heart danced for them. You knew how much losing her first mate did a number on her. But you truly believe Jake was meant to be hers completely. She just had to go through some bullshit shit first. 

Eventually, you had enough of the love birds, positioning yourself to stand up. 

Your recovery spell healed your broken leg enough that you were able to stand up straight and still walk…but just barely. 

Your half-blooded friend noticed your struggles, releasing herself from Jake to help you up the stairs and into the bathroom. 

The reflection you saw in the mirror haunted you, a burn scar covering your left eye and up the side of your forehead. The recovery magic healed it enough that it was a light pink. 

A sigh escaped your lips, as you turned and faced away from the mirror. 

You cleaned yourself up, washing away the couch bum life you had for the last week. 

You were so glad to finally be able to sleep in a bed. Archer was nice enough to run to the nearest supermarket to buy you extra clothes, bed sheets, and other witchy essentials to have here. 

Your new room was filled with plants and crystals and a few books that Jake was able to salvage from the fire. 

You tried to stay awake to read, but your eyes failed you. After not sleeping in a bed for over a week, it was way too comfortable. 

—

You stood in front of the mirror, pulling your long black hair behind you and into a braid. Your bangs pull out perfectly down the sides of your face. 

Your half-blooded friend brought you some jewelry to wear, which you were ecstatic about. 

Witches can’t go without jewelry, right?

You pull some rings onto your fingers, then dangle earrings into your ears. 

A perfectly black hooped nose ring suited your nose and a lace choker around your neck and a short silver bar on your eyebrow. 

You pulled a white cropped tank top over you and a black baggy pair of cargo pants and black boot, and black cast boot on your right leg to match. 

A beautiful light brown cardigan made the outfit even more perfect. 

You did a three-sixty in the mirror, finally feeling and looking like yourself. 

You stared at the scar on your eye. You traced your fingers over it, feeling the rough skin. 

Dropping your hand back at your side, you turn and walk away from the mirror. 

The kitchen was lively, and laughter from your new friends echoed up the stairs as you made your way down. 

Jay stood at the counter flipping pancakes and bacon, a bag of blood attached to his lips. 

The two humans stood behind Jay, begging him to hurry with breakfast and Jay tried his best to shoo them off. 

Jake sat with __ on the couch. She ate a bowl of cereal while Jake drank his own bag of blood. 

Sunoo, Jungwon, and Heeseung sat at the kitchen table with a map in front of them discussing the layout of the area. 

Niki also sat at the table, backpack in his lap, and sipping on a bag of blood as if it were a juice box. 

You giggled and walked over to the table, “You really are stuck in a seventeen-year-old body arentcha?” 

Niki rolled his eyes, “Unfortunately.” 

Heeseung checked his watch, “Off to school.” 

Niki groaned, throwing his head back against the wall, “This fucking sucks.” 

You softly smiled at the younger, “I’ll walk you out.” 

Niki stood up, throwing the backpack on. 

You went to the fridge, grabbing an apple and a bottle of water. The piles of blood bags filled the bottom shelf. 

Seeing the bags reminded you that one bloodsucker in particular was missing. 

“Where’s the idiot bloodsucker at?” you asked anyone who would give you an answer. 

Jake perked up, “That idiot bloodsucker has a name,” you shrugged your shoulders, and Jake sighed, “He’s outside doing his photography.” 

Your dhampir friend smiles at you, “Worried about him, Y/N?”

You narrowed your eyes, “He annoys me.” 

She smirked at you, “You look pretty.” 

You toss your braid over your shoulder, “Of course I do, part of being a witch is also being charming.” 

The vampires groan, which you expected. They might be being nice to you for the moment, but witches and vampires still don’t get along. 

You grabbed a blood bag along with your other items and closed the fridge. 

You patted Niki’s back, “Come on baby bro, let’s get you off to school.” 

—

Sunghoon sat up in a tree, camera in hand, and snapping photos of the open land. 

The morning sunrise hit the land perfectly. He changed a few filter and lens settings, finding the perfect combination. 

His mood changed once he heard the door to the house open, sensing Niki and you stepping out of the house. 

Sunghoon turned around, watching as you waved Niki off, him going into a full sprint and gone within seconds. 

You took a bite out of the apple in your hands, looking around until you made eye contact with him. 

Sunghoon glared before turning his attention back to his camera. 

“You lack a lot of manners bloodsucker, ya know that?” 

Sunghoon scoffed, looking down at you who was now underneath him. 

“Why do you care about my manners, hmm?” 

“Haven’t you heard? We have a common goal, gotta act like friends, don’t want Jungwon to snap our necks, right?” You loved teasing him. You loved how irritated you made him and how you knew exactly what to say to get under his skin. 

Deep down you really wanted to get along with all the vampires, Sunghoon was just the only one not budging. 

Sunghoon ignored you, his jaw clenched as he held the camera back up. 

You whistle at him, his eyebrow rising. 

Sunghoon was fixing to snap, “I know for a fact you didn’t just whistle at me like I am a dog.” 

“Look at me then.” You said. 

Sunghoon looked back at you, a warm smile on your face. 

You tossed the blood bag up to him, Sunghoon catching it. 

“You haven’t eaten yet, right?” 

All Sunghoon could do was stare at the bag, his tough exterior relaxing. 

“Thank you,” was all he could say. 

You smiled even brighter, taking another bite out of your apple. 

Sunghoon drank the blood as you finished off your apple and drank your water. 

“Can I see your work?” You asked, finally breaking the silence. 

Sunghoon glared at you again, “Why do you care?” 

You sigh, “Because believe it or not, we are kinda stuck with each other, soooo.” 

Sunghoon rolled his head, running a hand through his hair. 

He knew you were right. 

“You won’t put a hex on me if I come down, will ya hex girl?” 

You glared at him, “No you idiot!” 

Sunghoon smirked, “Sassy much, hex girl?” 

“Continue pushing my buttons and you’ll see, bloodsucker.” 

This small banter admittedly made Sunghoon happy. You were the first person to get under his skin and make it crawl, but returned every ounce of energy he gave out. 

Sunghoon flung himself down from the tree, waving you over. 

One by one, Sunghoon showed you all the photos he took this morning. 

“These are really beautiful, bloodsucker,” you said, patting his shoulder, “But it’s missing something.” 

Sunghoon once again glared at you, “Missing what, exactly?” 

You smile, pointing at yourself, “A model!” 

Sunghoon furrowed his brows at you, “I don’t need you in my photos hex girl, might put a curse on them.” 

You rolled your eyes, “Come on, just snap a few pictures.” 

Sunghoon wanted to protest, why should he take photos of his enemy? 

But with the way you looked right now, Sunghoon knew with the sunrise and open fields, you would be a perfect fit. 

He nodded, “Fine.” 

You smiled, skipping away from him. 

Sunghoon lifted his camera, snapping a few photos of you skipping. 

You stopped and quickly turned around, the biggest smile on your face. Sunghoon snapped that as a photo, his stomach doing flips. 

The way your lips curled as you smiled. How the sun brought out the color of your eyes. The way your hair fell and blew in the wind. 

Sunghoon stared at the photo. You were so beautiful. 

“Hey!” You snapped Sunghoon out of his trance, “Are you going to stare at the camera or tell me how to be a good model?” 

Sunghoon smiled, “Just…be you.” 

You thought about it, deciding to make a joke, “What if I do Wanda Maximoff poses? Like Scarlet Witch Style?”

Sunghoon blinked at you, “Can you actually do magic like that?” 

You glared at him, “No! I’m a witch, not a superhuman.”

Sunghoon glared back, “Well, I didn’t know what all you witches can do!” 

“Just think of us witches as hippies, just that we don’t smoke a shit ton of weed.” 

Sunghoon chuckled, his hand clenching his shirt from his laughter.

“What is so funny?” You tried to not laugh as well, but his laugh was contagious. 

“Just the way you explained witches,” Sunghoon took a deep breath, “I’ve only ever been in contact with witches who use darker magic, you’re the first who doesn’t.” 

You studied him and his smile, his natural fangs being present with his smile. 

You haven’t seen him smile at all since you met a week ago. 

You walked towards him, stopping directly in front of him. 

Sunghoon narrowed his eyes down at you, “What are you doing? Get away from me.” 

You sighed, “There’s that tough exterior.” 

You placed your hand on his cheek, he pulled away, but reached back for him, connecting your palm to his skin. 

Sunghoon’s heart was racing at your touch, his jaw locking together. 

You breathed in, “You have such a tough exterior, but are so caring and soft underneath it.” 

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, “Stop using your voodoo shit on me.” 

“Sunghoon.” 

It was the first time you actually called him by his name, and oh did it do numbers on him. 

He made eye contact with you, and immediately after, you backed away from him. 

Sunghoon knew why. There was a spark of electric energy that shot through the both of you, that small string slowly getting tied, but being still loose. 

He shook his head, not letting it tighten. 

“I’m going back to the house.” Sunghoon quickly turned and walked away, leaving you. 

You touched your chest, looking down at the ground. 

“What the fuck was that.” 

—

Sunghoon spent the rest of the day locked inside his room, flipping through the photos he had taken earlier that morning, stopping at the one of you. 

His heartstrings were being pulled. The moment of the string being attached to the both of you came back into his mind. 

“I can’t mate with a damn witch, it’s impossible,” he whispered to himself. 

But the more he looked at your photo, the more his heart called to you. 

He turned the camera off, set it on the bedside table, rolled over, and fell asleep. 

He woke up at the sound of footsteps walking down the hall. 

Sunghoon stretched, a yawn escaping his lips. 

He checked the time off his phone, rolling his eyes at the time. 

Sunghoon quickly got out of bed, sliding his sneakers on before walking out of his room, seeing the door to your bedroom was open. 

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, “What the hell is she doing?” 

He found you outside by the pond sitting on the ground. Glass bottles filled with herbs sat in front of you, and a small fire was lit to your right. 

“It’s three a.m.,” he yawned, “why the hell are you outside at three a.m.” 

You turned and smiled at him, “I’m doing witchy things.” 

Sunghoon scoffed, “I already figured that, hex girl. I’m asking what exactly you are doing.” 

You turned back to the herbs, slowly mixing them together and setting them into the fire. 

“Don’t you know the witching hour is three a.m.?” 

Sunghoon shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants, “Yes, isn’t that when your powers are at their strongest? Just like us on a new moon.”

“Exactly,” you sang, “My powers are only stronger for an hour, plus the protection barrier I put around the house was fading due to my injuries from the fire. I need to revamp my recovery spell as well, so these scars go away.” 

Sunghoon’s heart pulled towards you even more, you were sacrificing so much to protect everyone, to protect him when he does nothing but be an ass towards you. 

You stood up, brushing the dirt off your sweatpants, “The barrier on the house has been fixed, so yay!” 

Sunghoon nodded.

“But I ran out of herbal recovery leaves, so I need more of that to remove all these burn marks.” 

You started to walk away, only for Sunghoon to grab your arm.

You raised a brow at him, noticing how serious his face looked at you, “What?”

Sunghoon walked closer to you, tracing his fingers over the massive pink scar on your face, “You’re beautiful as you are,” his fingers moved over every inch of the scar, before moving down your cheek, his palm cupping your face, “You’re so beautiful, scars and all.” 

Your heart raced. He thought you were beautiful? You thought he hated you. But you couldn’t help but feel that tug to him, and notice his energy was matching that tug. 

“What is this feeling?” You asked, “This energy that’s flowing between us? It wasn’t there before today.” 

Sunghoon reached for your hand with his free hand, his eyes meeting yours, “It’s the string of fate.” 

You looked at him confused, “String of fate?” 

“When vampires meet their mates, a string of fate ties them together,” Sunghoon took a deep breath in, “And I think we might have a string of fate tying around us.” 

“Is that another way of saying we are soulmates?” You made a grossed-out face at him, which earned you a glare. 

“Don’t look at me like that hex girl, you act like it’s a choice.” 

“Is it not?” 

Sunghoon shook his head, “Trust me if it was, I wouldn’t be standing here right now.” 

“Must be spine-chilling knowing your string of fate is probably being tied to a witch.” you teased him. 

Sunghoon half smiled, biting his lower lip, “You know for someone who was the head witch of your coven and village, you sure don’t know a lot about vampires.” 

You rolled your eyes, finally pushing his hand from your face, “I was only recently appointed as head witch, it’s not something I wanted.” 

Sunghoon squeezed your hand, “It’s like Jungwon being our leader, I don’t think he thought he was fit enough.” 

“Jungwon is doing fanatic, better than I was.” 

“I bet you were fine—“

“If I were fine,” you took a deep breath in, “Then Dorian wouldn’t have found a way to break the barrier over my village and wouldn’t have burnt down to ashes and killed my whole coven.” 

Sunghoon pulled you to him, embracing you, “I am so sorry they didn’t get to you in time. The moment Dorian would have been near Jake we would have known, we would have been there in seconds and…” 

“And what, bloodsucker?” 

“I could have saved you and your coven.” 

You looked up at him, “You hate me, hate witches, why do that?” 

Sunghoon took a deep breath, pushing your long hair behind your ear, “I would have gone to protect Jake, he’s my best friend after all, but I would have met you sooner, and could have prevented what happened.” 

You stepped away from him, tears filling your eyes and not wanting him to see it. 

“I couldn’t have stopped what happened, but I can do something now to protect you and my pack.” 

You made eye contact with him, once again feeling that string of fate, it pulled your hearts together, you could feel and see the red energy wrap around the two of you, but you could also feel Sunghoon’s heart trying to reject it. 

“We can’t be mates, you won’t allow it.” 

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, “Stop using your voodoo on me.” 

you scoffed, “I’m not using voodoo! I am using my—“

“Just shut up and come over here and kiss me.” 

You stared at him, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

You chuckled, “What?” 

“Y/N,” your heart stopped at hearing how beautifully your name rolled off his tongue, “I am fighting to push out that string of fate. Anytime I’ve thought about who my mate would be, I never once pictured it would be you. Yet here you are in front of me. We are total opposites and two different types of creatures. And if you go back into that house and ignore this fate, then we will continue this back and forth. But if you come over here and kiss me, I swear I’ll be good to you.” 

God damn that string of fate and god damn this vampire. 

You rushed to him, standing on your tiptoes to reach his lips. His hands found your waist. The red energy of this fate tied you two into a knot. Bonding you as mates. 

“Goddammit, hex girl,” he whispered in between kisses.

“Goddamnit, bloodsucker,” you whispered back. 

Sunghoon sat against the tree, with you between his legs. Back against his chest and his arms wrapped around you. 

You leaned your head against his chin, watching as the sun slowly peaked over the horizon. 

“How long were you the head witch?” Sunghoon asked, taking your hands in his. 

You sighed, “Only two years, I was next in line but I didn’t want it.” 

“Why didn’t you?” Sunghoon was curious. Witches were something totally different than vampires, dhampirs, and even werewolves, their way of life was completely in the opposite direction. 

“I didn’t feel as if I was ready,” you leaned more into him, “I don’t have as many years on me as some of the other warlocks and witches in the village.” 

“And what time period are you from exactly?” Sunghoon teased. 

“I saw the Salem Witch Trials happen.” 

“Gosh you’re so old!” he teased you more, planting kisses on your cheek. 

“Oh shut up!” you shoved your back into his chest, “I can NOT believe I am stuck with you until the world ends.”

“Get used to it, sweetheart.” 

You both laughed and leaned more into each other. 

“Can I take a photo of us?” Sunghoon asked, “I want to capture this moment.” 

You nodded and he pulled his phone from his pocket. 

“No camera?” you teased. 

“Phone cameras work just as well.” 

You looked into the phone's camera and gasped, “Oh my god! I can see your reflection!” 

Sunghoon dropped his arm and rolled his eyes, “Shut up with your stupid ass jokes and take a nice photo with me, hex girl.”

You decided to stop teasing him and smiled into the camera. 

Sunghoon stared down at the photo of the two of you, the happiness he felt, he could see it written all over his face. 

“You know, I’ve never captured something as beautiful as you.” 

You looked up at him, “And I’ve never thought I’d have my own personal photographer to take model photos of me.”

“God you’re so annoying.”

Hand in hand, you followed Sunghoon back to the house. 

Everyone was awake and stopped everything they were doing in shock at the sight they were seeing. 

“Who would have thought,” Jake teased.

Sunghoon tried hard to fight back his smile, “Shut up.” 

Everyone laughed and joked along. 

You were happy. 

The moment you bonded with Sunghoon, you felt the same bond with the others, including your best friend and the humans in the pack. 

It wasn’t like your coven, but the bond was still there. You belonged somewhere again. 

You looked up at your mate, his smile working numbers on your heart. God you loved him so much already. 

But Sunghoon’s smile faded, and so did the other vampire's smiles. 

The room fell silent. The humans and you are both confused, clearly not being able to hear what they are hearing. 

“Something isn’t right,” Heeseung said quietly. 

“Sunghoon?” you take your hand in his.

He squeezed your hand tightly.

Before Sunghoon could open his mouth to speak, you sensed the other presence. 

You dropped your mate's hand, and slowly back away. 

You looked at your half-blooded friend, she was already looking at you. 

“Dorian...” you whispered, “He broke the protection barrier.” 

Sunghoon’s jaw clenched, “Guys what do we do?” 

Before any more could be said, you and __ were running towards the door.” 

“No no no!!” Sunghoon and Jake both yelled, grabbing ahold of you and her. 

“Jake, fucking let go of me!!” she screamed. 

You also fought off Sunghoon’s grip on your arm, “Let go of me!” you hissed. 

“I am not letting you go out there!” He snapped.

You managed to get out of his hold and were out the door. 

“Y/N!” Sunghoon yelled, going after you. 

__ released Jake’s grip and was following behind. 

Everyone else was right behind. 

Dorian stood at the edge of the pond, two women standing at his side, and a black portal opened behind him. 

You clenched your fist and you stood in front of him at a distance. 

“Dorian!” you hissed. 

“I see you survived being burned,” he laughed, “You unfortunately didn’t get the fate as your coven did.” 

“How dare you speak of them!” You took a step forward, only to be stopped by Sunghoon getting in front of you. 

Sunghoon glared down at Dorian, his rage hitting its peak. 

Dorian laughed, “Oh this is too good! Two enemies mated? This pack continues to surprise me.” He glances over at your best friend with Jake also at her side, “Ahh, nice to see you again, __. I also see you’ve mated again.” 

“Shut up!” the dhampir snapped, “Don’t you dare bring him up!! You murderer!!” 

Dorian’s laughter grew louder the more he made eye contact with each member of the pack. 

Jungwon and Jay have death grips on their mates. Their eyes narrowed and their jaws clenched.

“I would love to stay and chat up with you guys, but I only came for two of your mates, and that is all.” Dorian looked at the women at his sides, “Ladies will you do the honors?” 

The women both smiled and disappeared. 

Sunghoon’s eyes widened, those two weren’t like normal vampires. 

“He used magic..” you whispered, “He figured out how to read the spells he stole from my coven.” 

Dorian’s laughter filled the air and it only made Sunghoon rage even more. 

With one blink of an eye, one of the women was at Sunghoon’s side, and then she was gone. She reappeared back at Dorian’s side with you in front of her, a knife pressed against your neck, the sharp edge making a cut, a small stream of blood dripping down. 

The other woman reappeared with the dhampir at Dorian’s side. 

As if on command, Sunghoon and Jake both rushed forward. 

They weren’t thinking clearly. Their brains fogged and only had their sights on their mates. 

Heeseung made it in time to grab Sunghoon, pulling him back, and Sunoo for Jake. 

“GIVE HER BACK!!” Sunghoon screamed, “FUCKING GIVE HER BACK TO ME.” 

“Sunghoon calm down,” Heeseung shouted, “He’s going to kill them both if you take one more step.” 

Sunghoon stopped fighting Heeseung, but Sunoo struggled to keep Jake at bay, until Heeseung repeated the same words again, causing Jake to fall to his knees. 

“Good,” Dorian said, “Would have been a shame to kill your mates in front of you.” 

“What do you want with our pack members!?” Jungwon snapped a low growl leaving his lips when he yelled. 

“I have some unfinished business with them,” Dorian stared down at Jungwon’s mate, causing Jungwon to press __ even closer to him, “I have some unfinished business with all of you actually, but Y/N and this dhampir are more important. They have something I need.” 

Sunghoon went to take a step, just to be stopped by hearing your whimpers as the knife was pressed harder against your neck. 

“Now then,” Dorian turned and faced the portal, “We shall be taking our leave then.”

He stepped through the portal, the women slowly following behind him. 

Sunghoon and Jake tried fighting Heeseung and Sunoo again. 

Both scream out for their mates.

Sunghoon felt powerless as he watched you disappear through the portal, quickly closing up after you stepped through. 

The last thing you saw was the tears that filled Sunghoon’s eyes. 

Once you were gone, all Sunghoon could do was fall to his knees, his fingers dug into the dirt as he stared down. 

The sounds of Jake’s cries muffled out. 

No one ever told Sunghoon how it would feel to have your mate taken from you, to feel the distance of how far they were. The loneliness of them not being at your side. 

Sunghoon couldn’t hold in his rage as he let out a yell until his voice was gone and his throat sore. 

The last thing Sunghoon remembered was Heeseung pulling him off the ground and dragging him into the house. 

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Everyone sat in silence the next morning. 

Jake sat in the corner of the living room, knees to his chest and head on his knees, tuning out the world. 

Sunghoon stared down at the photo of you he had taken with his camera. His hands shook. 

“Dorian is going to pay.” Sunghoon said, breaking the silence, “I am going to make him pay for the things he’s done and get my mate back.”

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[istoleyoursk1n]

Hello there! I’ve seen your stuff and it’s very good! I have one for the main crew with a Dhampire!Tav. That’s essentially a half vampire born from a mother infected with vampirism and they have all the benefits of being a vampire with no, minus the thirst for blood that’s more a craving and provides a power boost, negatives. Tav tries to abstain from blood as much as possible, but does give in for emergencies.

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How would they react to a Dhampir!Tav

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: ̗̀➛ ASTARION

“Ugh. Just so you know, there can only be one. And it doesn't take much to see who’s the better vampire, darling. You best not go snacking on the delights I've claimed for myself.”

You’d think he’d be relieved but he's more so irritated by your presence at first. You’re quite literally everything he wished he was, something that makes him envy you.

You don't have to constantly satiate your thirst for blood and you can walk in the sun! Sure, he can do so now, but that's only because of the squirming little parasite in his head.

However, over time, he’d get over his bitterness, realizing that perhaps he cared for you more than he initially thought.

Sure, you have advantages he only dreamed of obtaining himself but having another vampire by his side did prove to have its own perks. All so suddenly you are both drinking goblets of blood in place of wine, dancing in the glow of the luminous moonlight as the nocturnes you are.

He's a horrible influence because there's no doubt he made you indulge in your blood cravings more than you ever used to.

Though, he’d have it no other way. He does quite enjoy the sound of a vampiric power couple racing through the night, it appeals to every fanatical dark dream he's ever had and it makes it all the more special.

: ̗̀➛ WYLL

“To see not one but two fanged companions join us on our little adventure? Well, I can't quite tell if I should be relieved or tense. Regardless, it's a pleasure to have you.”

It was conflicting enough to have one vampire in camp but two? His job was to slay monsters but you don't seem to be posing a threat at all. Less of a threat than Astarion at least.

He very quickly moves past his whole ‘but aren't I meant to kill monsters?’ conflict in favor of befriending such a compelling companion, one he finds himself growing quite fond of.

And there was just something so incredibly romantic of being a monster hunter himself and falling for a creature of the night (and sun at this point).

As corny as it sounds, he’d been dreaming up that fantasy for a while now, finding himself going out of his way to woo and win over a vampire's undead heart.

One blissful dance by the lake against the twinkling stars of night, hands interlocked, and the sudden burn of piercing fangs caressing his skin only for his own soft kiss to follow—romance and its finest.

All so suddenly he's fallen head over heels for the same type of beasts he's sworn to rid of, though you are no beast in his eyes, more of an angel whose sharpened teeth could be nothing more than a sweet blessing in disguise.

: ̗̀➛ GALE

“The more the merrier I suppose. You never know when one needs four sets of fangs in the journey ahead. Perhaps, you could talk sense into another particularly bloodthirsty friend of ours, hm?”

And then there were two.

He didn't quite trust you around him at first, you were still a vampire, and frankly after the Astarion encounter, he’d rather not be bled out dry.

Over time, he’d grow curious. It's not every day he encounters a dhampir out and about. He’s read about them of course but studying an actual dhampir was a whole different story.

He would often compare you to the books he’s read about your kind to the actual information you provide him, noting that once the whole absolute mess is over, he’d gladly rewrite the dhampir section of his book collections.

Eventually, the fact that you're a dhampir would easily go over his head. He can't see you as anything else except for the companion he's grown to be incredibly fond of.

Perhaps he’d try to find other ways to satiate your blood cravings if he's ever reminded of them, doing his own little research as to what the best substitute could be. It's more so for convenience so he wouldn't have to witness another chicken being drained raw.

Other than that, he's completely contented with you, fangs included. There is no other he could have chosen to have endured this treacherous journey with.

: ̗̀➛ KARLACH

“Fucking hell! Another vampire?! Well, shit, I must be pretty damn lucky or something. Between you and me, I think it's great to have another fanged friend join us, you have got to meet Astarion!”

She gets excited over the fact that you're a dhampir for about a day before it goes over her head.

She's seen far more threatening things than a human half-vampire to ever feel the slightest bit of intimidation at your presence.

Besides, if you ever do try biting her, good luck handling blood as hot as the flames of Avernus. That’ll give her a good laugh.

She has a lovely little thing for nicknames and if she gets to call Astarion ‘Fangs’ you’re being called ‘Fangers’. Cheesy, but it makes her all the more happy.

And if the need for blood ever arises, fret not, she would gladly beat the shit out of some bastard goblin for you to snack on (if you don't mind the taste of goblin blood of course.)

Overall, the fact that you’re slightly vampiric never bothered her at all. You’re the best thing that's ever happened to her and she wouldn't mind no matter what form you took.

: ̗̀➛ SHADOWHEART

“It seems that another vampiric acquaintance joins this strange little party of ours. I suppose finding ways to satiate another vampire’s odd diet wouldn't be too much of a hassle with all the dead goblins lying around. Enjoy the meal.”

She was a bit apprehensive at first. She was already a little put off by Astarion being a vampire, she didn't quite trust herself bearing her neck around that man and now there's you.

You’d have to slowly build some trust in her if she were to ever let her guard around you, of course, there are the playful jabs here and there but she seems mostly impartial with your presence for now.

Her weariness fades soon enough, it's not as though your blood cravings are bad enough for you to turn to your own companions for a taste. She’s only ever seen you feast on animals.

Over time, she’d grow contented with your presence, hardly ever pointing out your own vampiric features as you seem quite normal for the most part.

Your advanced healing at least gives her a break from having to constantly use her healing spells so she's at least grateful for that.

She truly doesn't have any qualms about you now that she fully understands your capabilities and who you are as an individual. You are a lovely companion to have and it's fairly nice having you by her side.

: ̗̀➛ LAE’ZEL

“Chk. Best you keep your thirst for blood on our foes lest I pull out your sharpened fangs from your gnawing mouth. I will not have you or anyone come to draw blood from my own skin.”

As long as you don't intend on placing her fangs anywhere near her, she doesn't care.

She’ll base her opinion on you depending on what use you could provide to her, and seeing as you are essentially a vampire without all the negative effects that come from being one, that's perfect!

You are quite effective in and out of battle, an admirable trait she has directly told you on a handful of occasions.

It's rather flattering to hear ‘compliments’ or more so tactical observations come out of her mouth from time to time but she does seem quite impressed by your abilities.

Even the part of you that craves blood is one she doesn't quite mind as long as you aren't senselessly draining out the blood of every creature you pass.

If you two do grow close, she does actually hunt animals for you, bringing them back to you as ‘tokens of appreciation’ so you’d have something to snack on (She doesn't want to show it but seeing you indulge makes her happy).

At the end of the day, she truly sees you as a worthy companion to travel alongside her. A companion she wishes to treasure and travel with for as long as time allows her.

: ̗̀➛ HALSIN

“How lucky am I to have lived long enough to witness vampires having the capacity to walk in the sun? Truly such a special gift to have especially for someone like you. Perhaps one day all of your kin could have the chance to see the sun again.”

The least concerned out of all of them.

He’s lived long enough to understand whether or not you could possibly pose a threat and honestly? You don't even seem intimidating enough to phase him.

The only thing he's actually upset about is the fact that you have to kill precious creatures of nature to satiate your occasional cravings for blood.

He wished there were other alternatives, and honestly, he’d rather see you snack on a goblin than the poor critters living in the forest. Though, he does understand how foul the taste of goblin must be.

At some point, he probably would have offered himself as a substitute for your blood cravings. Better him than the animals. Though, you couldn't quite tell if he was nervous or excited about the prospect of you biting into him.

It turned out to be both when you first tried, and now it's become quite a normal thing for you two. Halsin doesn't seem to mind and you get to have a free snack from time to time.

Besides, there's something about your fangs that makes his own heart beat a tad bit faster than usual. A detail you don't miss at all and something he's very much aware of.

He trusts you enough to not drain him, and regardless, he treasures you as a companion. What you are could never stop him from being as close to you as he is now.

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[spacebarbarianweird]

hi!!! i play a drow/dhampir warlock, how do you think astarion would react if durgetav was a dhampir?

This is a very interesting take! Besides, I and @marcynomercy are obsessed with Dhampirs. Since I have a separate request for Drows, I will make this one solely about a Dhampir Tav

Who has serious body image and acceptanace issues because like many dhampirs Tav can't stand neither vampires nor vampiric ancestry.

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Astarion x Dhampir!Tav

You are an outcast.

You spent your childhood as a normal child, but at the of 16 you felt a terrible bloodlust.

The fangs grew, replacing canines.

Your mother taught you all your life that vampires are monsters and disgusting creatures.

But apparently, she slept with one of them.

Since you are a god forsaken dhampir.

You are scared. You beg for mercy.

But your mortal family throws you out, threatening to murder you if you ever dare come back.

You run away. Alone and scared.

Maybe, vampires can answer your questions? Maybe, your father - whoever he is - can help you?

Alas, no family reunion for an outcast like you.

The vampire who fathered you is a disgusting evil creature who knows nothing but violence.

He doesn't recognize you as your child. Moreover, he doesn't even understand what you are.

You lock him in silver chains and drag him to meet the sun one last time.

You are a dhampir. The only thing any vampire must be afraid of.

Immune to vampirism. Fast and dangerous. A stepchild of the night.

You are embarrassed of your ancestry. You cover your mouth and explain your pale skin by a rare skin condition. But people still fear you, even more than vampires.

You wish you were never born like that.

Eventually, you become a renowned vampire hunter.

One day, you get a request to murder a certain Vampire Lord in Baldur's Gate along with all his spawns and thralls.

You are ready to do such a job pro-bono.

But... The gods have other plans for you.

The moment you meet Astarion, you know who he is. No vampire can hide their rotten nature from a dhampir.

But there is something about him, something about what and how he tells his story, that makes your feel pity.

He doesn't look like those morons who wanted to be vampires. He doesn't look like he enjoyed what he was doing on his master's orders.

He is a victim.

The night he wants to bite you, he realizes your blood tastes weird - it's not like he can't drink it, but more like... he'd better not.

"I am half a vampire, Astarion. Don't push your luck."

You agree that you won't have any problems with him drinking blood if he doesn't hurt the companions and useful people.

You know your own bloodthirst. Astarion has its much worse

You gradually fall in love. Maybe it's your own desire to embrace your dark nature.

Upon arrival at Baldur's Gate, you make a decision - you will destroy Cazador and all his spawns, leaving only Astarion alive.

But - you won't let him ascend.

Otherwise, you will be his mortal enemy. And if ascends, you will kill him instantly.

You kill Cazador - but something changes inside you. You see other spawns, miserable and sorrowful. You've never thought you could feel compassion toward them.

Astarion is different, after all. No vampire is like him. But others... You suddenly see so much in common with them.

Your dark family, your blood, your kind.

Astarion also makes a choice. Ascension means losing you. He will be able to subdue everyone to his will, but not a dhampir.

But you warn the spawns - you will not hesitate to kill them if they lose control.

Post-game, you together do what you do best.

Monster hunting.

You are immune to necrotic damage, he is a literal vampire. You are unstoppable together.

You help him with nightmares and body autonomy issues.

He trusts you. Even though he must be afraid of you.

Sometimes, you love-bite him with your fangs, and, gods, he likes it.

His skin regenerates, and you pierce it once again.

You also learn to love your own body. Your pale skin, your fangs, your dark hair.

It's difficult to hate yourself when Astarion adores you.

You are both fast and deadly.

And you are going to be together for many centuries - dhampirs live as long as elves. 

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[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Galileo Galilei Main Story

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

A few days have passed since I arrived at the hideout.

Galileo: "What's this?"

Galileo furrowed his eyebrows when he saw the baguette, omelette, and soup I had laid out on the table.

Mitsuki: "It's breakfast. I feel bad doing nothing, so I thought I'd help with chores."

Mitsuki: "Besides, I heard dhampirs feel hunger since they're half-human. Please feel free to have some."

Galileo: "There's no need for you to do something like this."

Drake: "Ah, my bad. I told Mitsuki she could do as she pleased."

Drake, coming from behind Galileo, flashed a bright smile upon seeing the breakfast.

Drake: "Wow, that looks delicious. Having a cute girl make breakfast for you in the morning is really the best."

Galileo: "Drake..."

Despite Galileo's slight glare, Drake seemed unfazed.

Drake: "Is it freshly made? Can I have some right away, fawn?"

Mitsuki: "Sure, help yourself."

Mitsuki: "Galileo, please have some while it's warm."

Galileo: "............"

After a moment of hesitation, he let out a heavy sigh and took a seat on the sofa.

Drake: "You gonna eat?"

Galileo: "Better than wasting it."

Though he seemed reluctant, I felt relieved, as I had prepared the meal with some concern.

(I'm glad. I was worried about his health after seeing him eating some flowers and struggling on the other side of the door.)

Drake: "Why don't you join us for breakfast, Mitsuki?"

Mitsuki: "Are you sure? In that case, I'll do just that."

Since Galileo didn't say anything in particular, I brought my meal over. However, I noticed he didn't drink from the coffee cup he lifted and just placed it back on the saucer.

Mitsuki: "Do you not like coffee? We also have tea if you prefer it."

Galileo: "No, coffee is fine."

Despite saying that, he didn't touch the cup and instead began stirring the soup carefully.

(Could it be...?)

Mitsuki: "Are you sensitive to heat?"

Drake: "Wait, really?"

Galileo: ".........."

Drake widened his eyes, and Galileo shot him a glare. It seemed like I hit the nail on the head on that one.

Drake: "Haha! So you have a weakness, too, huh?"

Galileo: "Keep your unnecessary comments to yourself, Drake."

Mitsuki: "Galileo's body temperature is low, so maybe he feels the heat more."

Drake: "Body temperature? When did you two get so close?"

Mitsuki: "Huh? It's not like that!"

Mitsuki: "We've touched hands a few times, but that's all."

Galileo: "I'd rather eat alone in my room than entertain such nonsense."

Drake: "Alright, alright. Professor Galileo is quite serious."

It was the first time the three of us had a conversation like this, and I couldn't help but let out a small smile.

(Come to think of it, this might be the first time I've genuinely smiled since coming here.)

Our first meal together passed with a bit of tension and a strange sense of distance.

After breakfast, Drake watched Galileo and Mitsuki head towards the university from the window.

Drake: "The woman of destiny, huh?"

His piercing gaze was fixed on Mitsuki's back.

That day, just like the day before, I spent my time staying in Galileo's office.

In the afternoon, he and I walked side by side through the town, each carrying a shopping bag.

I’d asked if he would accompany me to buy groceries since I was going to help with the housework, and surprisingly, he agreed.

(He even had breakfast with me this morning, which was unexpected.)

(I never thought he would agree to accompany me shopping either.)

I glanced up at him, but suddenly, an apple fell out of the shopping bag I was carrying.

Mitsuki: "Ah..."

He caught the apple in midair.

Mitsuki: "T-Thank you. That was close!"

Galileo: "Isn't this a bit too much?"

Mitsuki: "Sorry. I got carried away thinking about what to cook for you and Drake."

Galileo: "..........."

Galileo: "Let me carry some."

(Huh?)

Before I could react, he took half of the bags from my arms.

Mitsuki: "It's okay, I can carry them myself! You're already carrying so much."

Galileo: "Being burdened any further would just be bothersome."

Mitsuki: "I understand. Thank you very much."

With a deep sigh and a frown, he left me with no choice but to quietly rely on him.

Mitsuki: "..........."

Galileo: "..........."

(Unlike this morning, it's just the two of us now.)

While searching for a topic, I remembered the book I borrowed the other day.

Mitsuki: "Oh, right. I'm almost done reading the book I borrowed."

Galileo: "Ah, that one."

It was an old book with an unknown title that I found in his office.

Upon reading it, I discovered it was an academic text where Salviati and Simplicio each assert their own theories, while Sagredo takes a neutral stance.

(While the debate contains scientific and complex aspects, the dialogue format makes it easy to read.)

Mitsuki: "There's a scene where one of the characters asks, 'But why have you not observed this instead of reducing yourself to having to believe the tales of others? Why not see it with your own eyes?'"

Mitsuki: "That scene was very impressive."

Galileo: "..........."

Mitsuki: "I think there are times when we end up taking information from our surroundings at face value."

Mitsuki: "And in doing so, without confirming with our own eyes, we end up hurting someone based on assumptions."

(Such as discrimination or persecution.)

Mitsuki: "That's why I was reminded in that book how important it is to verify the truth with our own eyes."

Galileo: "I see."

As I expressed my thoughts in detail, Galileo replied briefly.

(I wonder what he thought about it.)

I was wondering what he thought about it since he also read the same book.

Galileo: "The truth is something one should pursue with their own eyes. However, even if one finds the truth, it doesn't necessarily lead to righteousness."

(Huh?)

He spoke without facing me.

Mitsuki: "Um, does that mean knowing the truth isn't always a good thing?"

Galileo: ".........."

He nodded in silence at my question.

(Sure, that could be the case sometimes, but...)

(Oh...)

As I pondered a bit, I recalled something he mentioned before.

Mitsuki: "You mentioned something similar before, right?"

Galileo: "Did I?"

Mitsuki: "Yes, you did. Back then..."

------------Flashback-----------

Galileo: "Humans are creatures who define what's convenient for themselves as truth."

Galileo: "Even if the truth is revealed, if it's inconvenient, they'll be condemned and excluded."

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Mitsuki: "Even though you understand the importance of seeking the truth, you called those who acted upon it stupid."

Galileo: "Yeah, and I'm not going to take those words back."

Galileo's profile remained steadfast, as if expounding an unwavering theory.

Mitsuki: "Sure, your thoughts may be the truth as seen from your perspective."

Mitsuki: "But from my perspective, that person still appears very brave and deserving of affirmation."

Galileo: ".........."

Mitsuki: "Each person's truth may vary depending on their viewpoint. That's what I've come to realize."

I didn't intend to argue against his opinion.

But just like the characters in the book engaged in dialogue, I express my thoughts without fear.

After a moment of silence, as if contemplating something profound,

Galileo: "Truth changes depending on how you look at it, huh?"

Galileo: "Then I suppose the truth in you will change when you learn of the sacrifices made by fools."

(Huh...?)

Mitsuki: "What do you mean by sacrifices?"

Galileo: "This conversation is over."

Galileo: "You always manage to irritate me."

(.........)

Galileo interrupted my question with a hint of anger, but his expression seemed somewhat pained.

(Did I say something unnecessary again?)

An awkward silence hung in the air, making it hard to keep talking.

We walk silently along the way back home, but suddenly...

Mitsuki: "Kyaah!"

Curly-Haired Boy: “Sorry about that! Ah!”

As we almost collided in the corner, we locked eyes.

With his golden curls and clear blue eyes, I recognized the boy.

Mitsuki: “You... We met in town before.”

------------Flashback-----------

Curly-haired boy: "I'm thirsty."

Mitsuki: "Wait here. I'll go get you some water!"

Curly-haired boy: "It's fine! I'm okay."

Mitsuki: "But you look like you're in so much pain."

Curly-haired boy: "Don't worry about me. My little sister is waiting, so I have to go."

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Curly-Haired Boy: “You’re the lady from the other day.”

Mitsuki: “I was worried about you after that. I’m glad to see you again!”

The unexpected reunion and his seemingly improved condition compared to before brought me a sense of relief.

The boy glanced briefly at the person beside me, then returned his gaze to me.

Curly-Haired Boy: “Sorry for being rude last time, Mademoiselle.”

Mitsuki: “No worries. Are you thirsty?”

Upon asking, he seemed to tremble for a moment.

Curly-Haired Boy: “Um, I’m okay. Sorry, I have to go now.”

Mitsuki: “Oh, wait. Take this if you like.”

I offered him one of the apples I’d bought earlier.

He hesitated, but then accepted it with a “thank you” before running off.

(I wonder what made him look scared for a moment.)

As I pondered his reaction...

Galileo: “Do you know that child?”

He asked me in an unexpectedly stern tone.

Mitsuki: “Not really. I just saw him wandering the main street before and spoke to him.”

Mitsuki: "Is everything alright with that kid?"

Galileo: "No, it's nothing."

Galileo: "Whatever you're involved in, it's none of my concern."

The day ended without me understanding the true meaning behind those dismissive words.

Late into the night, Drake visited Galileo's room.

Drake: "How many days has it been since Fawn came here? Never mind the days; how's she doing?"

Looking up at Drake leaning against the desk, Galileo glanced at him before averting his gaze.

Galileo: "If that question refers to her, then I don't see any special powers. That's my answer."

Drake: "Yeah. She looks like a normal girl to me, too, but that doesn't mean we haven't misjudged her."

Drake: "What if you're already caught up in Mitsuki's fate?"

Galileo: "........."

Though he recognized Drake's teasing, Galileo furrowed his eyebrows.

Drake: "It's just a thought. I never expected us to end up living together like this."

Galileo: "I admit it was selfish of me in that regard."

Galileo: "For some reason, I couldn't ignore that girl who confronted me head-on."

Remembering Mitsuki's straightforward gaze, he clenched his hand with a bitter feeling.

Drake: ".........."

Galileo: "However, she will eventually come to realize how much she has lived in idealism and her powerlessness."

Galileo: "I won't be caught up in the gears of fate. I will accomplish my purpose no matter what."

Leaving his room, Drake reached for the gun hanging at his waist.

Drake: "I even thought about getting rid of her if she interferes with our goals."

The golden embellishments on the gun glinted faintly in the darkness.

Drake: "The woman of destiny is a hindrance to the destruction I want to see."

Drake: "But, Fawn, I'm starting to wonder what you will bring to him."

------------Flashback-----------

Mitsuki: "So you're one of the important brethren Galileo managed to save."

Mitsuki: "I'm glad you're by Galileo's side."

---------Flashback Ends--------

Recalling the conversation in the garden under the moonlight, Drake holstered his gun.

Drake: "Well, let's see what happens from here."

Drake: "But seriously, I didn't know Galileo was sensitive to hot food."

Like distant, undiscovered stars, no one knows how this fate will unfold.

However, the events that follow are about to reveal some small truths.

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[brain-rot-central]

Thinking of how to approach the discussion of dhampirs between Tav and AA.

My brain came up with a whole story AA can tell her about Cazador having fallen in love with a young mortal woman (maybe like 22?) from a cabaret he frequented; she gets pregnant, he moves her into the manor but she ends up dying in childbirth and the child is stillborn (most dhampirs are in DnD lore). Cazador tries turning her in an effort to save her but her heart stops right before his fangs pierce her neck. That's the only time Astarion ever felt compassion for Cazador since he wailed for hours after she died. Cazador never took another mortal lover that he didn't plan on turning immediately after that, and his abuse toward the spawn only got worse in his grief.

The young woman and their child are laid to rest in the dungeon crypt off to the side in one of the rooms you can't access in-game, but AA finds them after taking over the manor.

My fucking brain when I'm stressed out is a fucking creative minefield, I s2g

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feat.: Vanitas, Noé, Dante, Johann, Jeanne, Lord Ruthven, Antoine de Sade

content: suggestive, no explicit nsfw; biting, blood mentions, etc.

While VANITAS isn't a vampire, that doesn't mean he's not able to bite you. Sure, he doesn't have long fangs, but he can make it hurt if he wants to — besides, he's quite glad he doesn't have to rely on anything like vampire venom to please you.

You'd think he's not getting anything out of biting you, though that's not true at all — he's more than satisfied with listening to the variety of adorable noises you make, whether it's a high-pitched shriek when he clamps his teeth down on your shoulder randomly to get your attention, or a rather pleased moan when his teeth graze your throat, only to then suck on the skin until it bruises.

“Oh? Don't tell me you enjoy some pain, love. That's awfully lewd of you, you know that, right? Ah, but, well, it appears I'm terrible at resisting the wishes of someone as lovely as you. I'll gladly bite you some more.”

Each time his fangs sink into your neck, NOÉ swears he'll be gentle. He promises that he doesn't want to hurt you, and while he succeeds most of the time, he sometimes gets too eager to really pay attention whether your moans are ones of pleasure or pain — not that you hold it against him, of course. The slight sting is forgotten about only mere moments later anyway; besides, you're not immune to flattering words about how sweet your blood tastes and how you make it terribly difficult for him to control his urges.

Given how he's from an ancient clan, his venom is strong, potent aphrodisiacs coursing through your veins and, well; Noé can only handle so much of you squirming and whimpering underneath him, your eyes fluttering closed and your lips opened in a needy moan, until he, too, loses himself to the pleasure.

“God, I'm sorry—, ah, I didn't hurt you, did I? Thank God. You always taste so awfully sweet, it's like I suddenly lose control over my desires. Though it appears I'm not the only one enjoying this, isn't that right, darling?”

At first, DANTE hesitates to bite you. He doesn't want to be like those desperate vampires who only see humans as food sources; he loves you for who you are, after all. Still, he's not able to resist forever when you keep offering to let him feed from you. His resilience isn't that strong, not when you tilt your head to the side in an obvious invitation, the expanse of your throat bared.

A groan leaves his throat as his fangs break your skin and your blood fills his mouth; it's been ridiculously long since he had done this, and your blood tastes sweeter than any he's able to remember. The way your body is pressed flush against his only makes this even better and, fuck, now that he got a taste, Dante isn't sure if he'll ever be able to resist again.

“God, darl, this is so damn good—, had no idea blood could taste this sweet. Just so you know, if I suddenly wanna bite you more often, that's your fault, not mine, got it?”

While JOHANN doesn't bite you regularly, it feels all the better when he finally does. You can't help but outright moan as sharp fangs pierce your throat, an utterly needy sound, and Johann all but smirks against your skin. He's not above teasing you for how desperate you are, especially since he's the dhampir — shouldn't you be at least a bit less eager than him?

His venom isn't nearly as strong as the one of an actual vampire, but it's potent enough to have you whimpering and whining underneath him, your body flushed with heat and your head tilted to the side to allow him even more access to the expanse of your throat. He enjoys the little noises of pleasure you let out too much; the gasps and barely suppressed moans whenever his fangs pierce your skin, and he huffs out a laugh when you whimper.

“Oh my. Someone's enjoying themselves, hm? How utterly adorable. What, do you like it that much when I bite you? Hm, I best do it again then, don't you agree?”

LORD RUTHVEN'S main reason for biting you regularly is his urge to demonstrate his ownership of you. He enjoys the sight of his Mark of Possession on your throat, loves the way it makes other vampires either glare in envy or simply stay away from you, and revels in the adorable noises you let out whenever he bites you.

While his possessiveness being the sole reason is usually the case, there's also times when he simply wants to enjoy the taste of your blood while being close to you. It might sound cheesy, but biting you is pretty intimate, and you mewl so prettily for him when his venom spreads through your body. Don't be fooled by his rather romantic intent, though; he'll mock you relentlessly for your eagerness either way.

“You're terribly eager today, my dear. Has it been that long since I've bitten you last? I doubt it. If anything, it seems I've spoiled you too much. Why don't you beg for me to bite you, darling? I wouldn't put it past me to be persuaded.”

It's no surprise that ANTOINE is mean about biting you. While he promises that he'll be gentle — he doesn't want to hurt you, he loves you, after all; don't you trust him? — each and every time, he never is, and yet you continue to fall for the same sweet promises again and again. Antoine himself thinks it's quite sad, really, but then again, he's not complaining, not when his teeth are tinted scarlet with your blood.

There's nothing he enjoys nearly as much as watching you squirm whenever his fangs pierce your neck; he pins you down all too easily, given how your strength isn't even remotely close to his, and there's something about the way he stares at you, his grin red, that makes you feel vulnerable, like the prey you are. The sight probably shouldn't have made you tremble in sudden arousal, and Antoine's smirk only widens into something feral when he notices that you're squeezing your thighs together in need.

“My, you're being quite cute right now. Does it hurt, darling? My sincerest apologies. I was being as gentle as possible, I promise. Now, let me make you feel better, yes?”

JEANNE can't help herself; the urge to drink blood is too strong for her to control, and, well, when you offer yourself and your throat, your blood, up to her, who is she to decline?

A whimper leaves her mouth when your blood runs down her throat and drips down her chin in scarlet drops, and she's so terribly eager when she presses herself against you, her chest flush with yours. Her nails dig into your shoulders to keep you from potentially squirming away, and if she wasn't this distracted by your taste, she'd appreciate the tiny noises that leave your lips — gasps and moans alike, all for her only — more. By the time she pulls back, she apologises hesitantly, her voice meek, because she wasn't able to control herself, though you definitely don't mind, not when her venom feels this good.

“Ah, my apologies, I didn't mean to hurt you—; wait, I didn't? I'm glad. Oh. You're quite—, did you like it that much?”

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“Damn That Impudent Dhampir” - An Alucard Tepes X OC Fanfiction (Part 3)

Warning: Some light smut. Not full-on sex, but definitely mature.

Light began to filter through our tent, causing my eyes to open. I stretched, and rubbed the sleep from them. I went to get up, when I was suddenly pulled back. I gasped very softly. I turned around, and realized Alucard had just grabbed me and pulled me in his sleep. A blush heated my face, and I tried to break free from his grasp.

“Mm… no…”, he murmured, and groaned in his sleep, holding onto me tighter.

I sighed, rolling my eyes. Great. How was I gonna get out of this without waking him? I tried to slowly squirm my way out of his arms, but I suddenly felt something poking against the back of my thigh. My eyes widened. Looks like his body was awake before his mind was. Feeling more awkward than before, I quickly slipped out of his grasp.

“Finally…”, I said, with a huff.

Slowly, I stepped out of the tent, a blush still heating my face. I walked over to some bushes, and relieved myself. I stayed out there for some time, afterwards. I was deep in thought about how today would go. After some time, I stood up and casually walked back to the tent. I was going to go back to sleep. I moved the flap of the tent aside. My eyes immediately widened, and I quickly bolted out of the tent. I couldn’t believe what I just witnessed.

“I-I am so sorry!”, I apologized, profusely. “I-I thought you were still asleep!”

From inside the tent, I heard Alucard fastening his belt back on, and he stepped outside. His cheeks were tinged with a slight red, and he looked like he didn’t know what to say to me.

“J-just maybe give me a warning next time…”, he said, sighing. “What did you want, anyways? It’s still super early. Trevor and Sypha aren’t even awake yet.”

“I was just gonna go back to sleep…” I told him, averting my gaze from his piercing eyes.

“A-alright…”, he said, with a nod. “You do that. I think I’m gonna go for a walk.”

With that, I watched him walk away, fast. He was obviously very embarrassed—I couldn’t blame him. I had walked in on him pleasing himself, and now I had to continue the rest of the journey with him. Just great. I wasn’t getting that image out of my head anytime soon.

(Alucard’s POV)

As I walked away from Lorena, I could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks. I exhaled sharply, and paced back and forth, hidden partially by some nearby trees. I felt so frustrated. I woke up, she wasn’t there, I assumed I would have time to get rid of my ‘problem’.

“Alucard?!”, I heard Trevor’s booming voice shout for me.

“I am right here, Belmont!”, I called back, walking out from behind the trees and undergrowth.

I slowly approached him. Him and Sypha must’ve just gotten up.

“What the hell were you doing over there? You look like you’ve seen a ghost, or…”, he began, narrowing his eyes at me.

I rolled my eyes. “What?!”

“Or… did you and Lorena… You know?”, he replied, leaning in closer to me, teasingly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, I roughly replied.

“No! Ya know… did you…?”, he asked, making a subtle thrusting motion.

I scoffed.

“No! You would know if we did. Our tent was not too far from yours…”, I retaliated, pushing past him, feeling more awkward than before.

Trevor cackled at my flustered reaction, but I just shook my head and paid him no mind. I began to pick up the few logs we used for a firewood, and walked over to place them back in the covered part of the wagon. I was about to walk back to grab some more of our things, but Sypha stopped me.

“Alucard, is Lorena still asleep?”, she asked me.

“Yeah, she is, I believe”, I answered.

“Could you wake her up?”

I just stood there, biting the inside of my cheek. I really didn’t want to be the one to wake her, especially after our encounter early this morning.

“Alucard, can you or not? We have to get going!”, she frustratedly repeated herself, her brows furrowing in anger.

“C-can’t you or Trevor just wake her…?”

Sypha sighed, and then gave me a shove in the direction of the tent I shared with Lorena.

“Quit being a baby, and go wake her up! Ugh! Men…”, she groaned.

I scoffed at Sypha, and then took a deep breath. I forced myself to walk over to our tent, and I slowly moved the flaps of it aside, and I knelt down next to Lorena. My breath hitched in my throat as I stared down at her, still deep in slumber. She looked quite beautiful, like a sleeping goddess. I quickly shook those thoughts away, with a silent embarrassment.

“Lorena…”, I said to her, gently shaking her. “We’ve got to get going.”

She eventually opened her eyes, those beautiful green orbs meeting mine. I blinked softly at her.

(Lorena’s POV)

I woke up to Alucard’s voice gently urging me awake. I stretched.

“Yeah… I’ll get up…”, I replied, sleepily.

I proceeded to walk past him, out of the tent.

After about fifteen minutes, we were all packed up in the wagon, once more. We were now on our way to a big library-like museum known as the ‘Belmont Hold’. Trevor told us we could probably find some useful things there, in his family’s old building. I felt quite excited to go there, actually. I had a love for libraries, museums, and things filled with history, and knowledge. I hadn’t been to a library in many years, and I happened to just love books. As our wagon began to move, again, I glanced over at Alucard in back. He quickly looked away, and I smiled softly. I had caught him staring at me. Perhaps there was hope for us… maybe he would remember me.

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Eternal Bloodlines

Adriana tepes/ Alucard x Male Dhampire reader

This fanfic is for 18+ Audience's due to it containing gorey themes and later on smut.

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chp 10

It was not long before the sun was dipping below its peak and Brothers Dusk embraced you with open arms, Alucard and you had entered the inn. No later finding yourselves in the shared room you paid for the night where your nose was greeted by the pot of Stew Sypha had over the fires hook and meat pies warming in the fireplace shelf to bake. Trevor was sitting on the floor between the two beds going over his inventory of blades and things and Sypha was busy stirring the pot as you both settled on separate sides of the room. 

“Stew should be done in a few.” Syphas words chimed.

The screams chimed one a second later. It started slowly like a faint humming in billowing wind and then it grew louder and louder like angry waves crashing down on a ship's deck. Hail striking holes into sails as one would quickly dive underdecks to protect their bodies from being belted by spherical hammers of Odin's sky. The screams hit your ears bringing a rush of memories of Hunts and pillages making you turn your head to the small shabby window that now splattered crimson.

 With the screams came the noises of the night creatures hunting and culling weak livestock left and right. Wasting so much blood, so much life, and filling the small village with terror. You had risen to your feet first than the other three, Hand gripping the weapon you laid down with such haste that you barely had time to recognize your actions as you stared into your ax blade. Your reflection facing you to a thing you did not recognize, you did not get to know that thing before the others were up doing the same and rushing out of the inn.

“We must help them!” Sypha declared as she left the room first. 

“Sypha you're on herding control I will round up men who can fight, Y/n you will be defense and Alucard you lead as many people as you can safely.” Trevors words merely echo in your ears as his footsteps Clambered down stairs.

You felt the burning of one's inhuman stare making you leave the things eyes in the Ax and into the honey golden rays of sunshine who started from the doorway. Alucard had not rushed out like the other two, like the two humans had, But he had not risen up to his own feet quicker than the other two, and the two humans did not move as fast as you had.

 Did it surprise him as well? Did he too by chance see the thing that flashed in your reflection on the Ax blade? Did he recognize it? If so, would he have the words to explain what you had seen?

“Will you be able to control yourself around so much blood shed?” Came from the lost ray of sunrise instead. How silly of you.

To think he had seen what you did. 

A bitter bite formed on your tongue, as your lips peeled into a snarl, your nails digging into the wooden staff of your Ax.

“I am no Animal.” Is all you said as you pushed through the Man that reminded you of Sunrise, the time of day that never welcomed you, despite you being a day walker as its precious humans. 

You had stormed out of the Inn with the sunrise's favorite behind you and stepped out into the Mother Moon's humor of tolerance. 

While She too rejects you like the Father Sun as she will never see you as a true thing of the night, Her tolerance for you is clear. 

Things could not turn worse. The village was being overtaken by night creatures, The four of you were disorganized and you snarled as the blade of your Ax tore through seemingly endless limbs causing rotting blood to splatter your face. It was foul as the smell of the rotting corpse of the night creature as you shoved its slicing body away from you, splitting it entirely as you moved to the next.

A head rolling away as you staggered due to humans running past a few bumping into you as their screams pierced your skull as sharply as your blade digging through another creature's head. 

Crackling of a whip being sounded behind you as the man yells at weaklings to hold their pitchforks high to the sky to skewer demons that made it past you. 

Ice walls rising from the ground around slowly, not doing much good in keeping night creatures out and securing the ever growing herd of terrified livestock. 

Flashes of silver in the corner of your eyes and the equally glistening Blonde hair of Alucard as he zipped around. 

 but Long swords are shit in a horde. 

And that's exactly what you all were in now, a shit storm of a horde and each demon that falls down another rises it seems. You had to move back, you were being overwhelmed and the others had not seen.

Now flames shot from your side scratching the dirt and cracked cobblestone walkways. A whip cracking to your left and you could hear the wishful gliding of a magic sword moving through the air before slicing amongst flesh. 

They were inexperienced to hell and back, and yet they all agreed to stay here…and shockingly you still stayed and fought by their sides. Villagers screamed as they tried running from the night creatures, forcing you to watch your own blade carefully as you swung it through body masses of tendons and flesh. You felt someone stumble into your side and you hissed at them to back away, you felt a hand slide across your back and the wailing on an infant. 

This thing you saw in the reflection of your blade with each deadly strike into a demon's flesh, how could that thing be you? 

You could not recognize yourself, you had slipped from yourself. 

The village men had turned to flee, some pissing and shitting themselves as the demons and Ice had blocked off escape routes. The damn fools were piling behind you and the other three, covering themselves between buildings with nowhere to go. 

Only you four in front of them keeping the Demons away from tearing into their flesh. You heard shouting from your right where Sypha was speaking about something. You couldn't focus over the smell of spilling blood rotten and fresh over taking your senses. 

You faintly felt a stinging from your chest as you moved a hand across it to feel the gaping wound sliced into it from a night creature's claw. 

The smell of rot, sweetness, and your own dying flesh hitting your nostrils and entrapping them like a drunkard Belmont with his Ale. Your mouth started to fill with its own venomous bite and your tongue began to tingle as it was stung by many wasps. 

Your own half dead heart beating in your already ringing ears as your grip on your ax changed from confident control to a famished fatigue.

Starving. 

You were starving.

When was the last time you ate? 

Three weeks ago now? Or was it four? 

animal blood wasn't cutting it.

You needed real blood. 

Crimson sweetness was all around you. 

Warm bodies of life just behind you. 

how easy it could be to replenish your bleeding wounds. To state your bodily hunger and cease the endless whispers that surrounded your mind that told you to 

eat, eat, drain them, kill them, take what by nature is rightfully yours. To stop playing this silly game of false empathy, wolf in sheeps clothing for the livestock and be the monstrous predator you were born to be. 

Yet as you tried to focus back on the creeping creatures that neared you and your small group. You could feel their eyes on you.

Alucard's, Trevor's more than anything as if they were waiting for you to turn around and attack the livestock that had run into a corner believing that you would protect them. that you had the self control to not devour them as the night creatures the four of you were fighting so gruesomely would. 

Why had you declared the nearest village? 

You all could have taken a different route and by chance been lucky enough to find a city where helping by fighting night creatures would have been pointless. Choosing to not leave one's inn because it would have been useless would have been an acceptable option. But You had wanted to go the route with the nearest village to act as a man and go to the markets as if you were not truly a monster. A monster that could easily devour a village like this and Has done so many times. 

But a monster wouldn't make a vow to limit its hunting.

A monster wouldn't chain its diet to different prey in order to allow its favorite food source a chance to thrive. 

A monster wouldn't make a vow to help a group of humans who traveled to aid others and tell stories if they so asked him too. 

A monster wouldn't sit at a village well and let its most tasty meals children play in its hair and make them laugh in childish glee at its stories. 

And you weren't monstrous enough to devour all the women and their children that clung together behind you for protection, nor the cowardice men who pissed themselves and hid behind their women. 

Regardless of the burning sensation you felt in your teeth to tear through the nearest human near you, you gripped your ax and lunged forwards towards a demon. 

Your cold lifeless blood pumping through your limbs as you ripped the blade into a night creature's shoulder, getting it lodged into the bone as you yanked it closer to you. 

Your ever ringing ears heard sounds other than the small flock of humans behind you and the horde that surrounded you to make your eyes leave the bleeding out  eviscerated demon in front of you. They moved through a scene of death and hell to land one small group running and screaming towards the flock behind you. A woman arms full with babes wailing as they could sense the death and fear around them, your eyes did not linger on her for your knee she would make it to the flock with ease and she had. No your eyes landed on the drunken coward from the markets whose hand was wrapped around the little lad with the wide tear filled forest eyes of pure terror and crushed innocence.

And as a night creature went to snatch the side of the vile bastard dragging the small lad, You felt your undead blood stilled as you watched the Drunken bastard shout turning from its many clawed hands and shove his own blood into them to save his own pathetic bag of rotten flesh. 

Little Lamb Ians screams were the most gut wrenching sounds to make your own half dead heart wrench as your eyes did not move from the sights of one of his little forearms being devoured by the jaws of the creature he had been sacrificed to. 

Those once wide forest eyes that held excitement about stories from overseas constricted into shock and unreasonable horror as his head fell back to watch his father abandon him and as they slowly drifted to find the man who was an imposter of his village. 

The drunken bastard now within the flock cowering like the pathetic mongrel he was, and as the two eyes of your so trusting companions focused on you as if you were the untamed mongrel did not leave you and the the gentle eyes of a woman who so believed that you were good gaze would find you after each blast of fire and ice she cast your eyes did not leave the red that surround the little screaming lad. 

Your teeth burned with a hells furry, and as the lads' mothers screams rang in your ever growing screaming ears the more you felt its claws dig at your flesh like the demons in front of you slashing through your own flesh peeling it away from your bones. 

Your own bleeding out blood running down your body in pools of burning hot metal only akin to the ones that made the ax in your ever gripping claws

The three pairs of eyes did not know what you knew. 

Your own blood, Teeth, and primal instincts knew more than they would in a lifetime. 

It didn't have to be human for you to feed, 

And a monstrous thing like you didn't need an Ax. 

Muscle movement moved on instinct alone, teeth sinking into putrid flesh and the taste of rotten blood spilling on your tongue ignored by the red that filled your vision once again in so many many years. 

The demon's screams and its companions shuttered in realizations as your fangs ripped out the drained recorpses neck and fell to be forgotten on the cobblestone walkway. 

They were killed and then reanimated to be something that you, after so many born wronged siblings, was born dead and still had the audacity to breathe life to be. 

You were your mothers damnation, prayed Son.  

Your Father's last trailed experiment that failed but hell spawned to be right. 

Not to be warmly welcomed amongst the Father Suns days,

and only to be barely tolerated in the Mothers Moon's nights. 

But a creature that could only be accepted in the nanoscopic hours of Brother Dusk's Arms.

You were human and monster on two sides of a carved silver coined lost and yet found. 

Born and reborn soaked in liquid that now devoured all color in your eyes and made your hair  deadlier than a forest fire.

Three eyes and so many behind them watched bodies of demons that stood tall vanish within seconds to reappear mangled and limbs missing in their place. Only one of them could see everything, the animalistic nature and blood thirsty bloodlust of what you had become in the short time after your fangs ripped from the night's  creature that laid at their feet. 

The very thing his Father refused to allow him to experience and told him how one could lose themselves completely in such a state. His father had told him of its dangers, its unpredictable and how one vampire in a bloodlust could've paved down cities gorging themselves on human after human after human until they fell down dying from their very own bodies going into a high-ous shock. 

How uncontrollable they were and wild like a rabies filled dog that needed to be culled for their own good, how it would have been a mercy for them. 

But your movements could not be described as such, Your movements were fluent as one's fingers were on a piano. Your actions are animalistic yes, but not like a disease riddled animal. You took the brunt of the failing night creatures' attacks and you buried your fangs into them as quickly as you ripped them apart. Feasting on poisonous blood despite how he could clearly see it burned your lips, causing blisters to form around them as you yanked your head away before lunging at another. A rage burning in your eyes more than the crimson bloodlust in them. But soon your fluent motions started to stagger and you were breathing like a dying dog. Red pooling around your eyes darkening the veins as they swelled up under your skin. Your eyes seemed to sink under nothing but red and blood started to drip from your tear ducts and it wasn't just Alucard's eyes who saw but Trevors as well as he went to ready his whip back its cord swaying through the air as light as a ribbon.

Sypha had moved to grab at his arms and panic in her eyes.

“What are you doing! He is our friend!” 

“He is a blood sucking vampire in a frenzy and it will be us all next. “ Trevor had snapped reason to her and as her blue eyes met Alucards golden ones the only other Dhampire turned them.

“There's no coming out of a bloodlust Sypha..” He muttered as he focused on what you had allowed yourself to become. 

What made you snap like this? To give in to such a weakness? 

Yet as Trevors arm went to sail forward to crack the air with the end of the whip Syphas stubbornness did not prevail as she kicked at the man's legs making his aim falter and strike fall short many feet. 

And in the gleam of fading moonlight and the ever sliver of sunlight a flash of silver cut through spraying out more crimson into the air drawing Alucarfs eyes back to the man in front of them all. 

The Belmont silver dagger stabbed through your left wrist, Your right hand twirling the blade to make your own blood pour out of it faster than an Ale barrels spout before slicing upwards to your elbow and snatched out in a fluent movement to stab into a skull of a the last night creature in front of your path of bloodshed. 

They all watched as you walked with a slight limp now affected by a past attack on your right leg towards a small form curled on the bloody cobblestone. You Crouched beside it and moved your hands to it, moving it to sit up and holding it by the small of his very little back.  You moved your currently mauled arm's hand to your pants leg and ripped it to form a strip and began wrapping the dirty makeshift of a bandaged so gently around the exposed elbow knuckle bone and dripping fleshed upper forearm of a small boy. Once you had finished you moved your other hand from his back to his good shoulder and tapped against his cheek only simi roughly with the back of your hands knuckles. The small boy's eyes constricted before dilating once more into focus onto you before they blinked out of a horrified shocked state. 

They all watched as the boy started to slowly whimper grow into heart wrenching wails as he plunged his small injured frame into your chest clinging to you desperately as you wrapped your good arm around him and hoisted him up with ease and turn to face not only just them but the surviving villagers behind them. 

Yourneyes raked over the crowd before falling on ice blue eyes and they stared back at your E/c pupils glowing in a sea of res in your Scleras. A pair of Brown and Honey gold eyes had widened as it seemed the unheard of had been done, but you paid no attention to them as you focused on the eyes of the woman you had so quickly grown associated with as to be your own kin. 

“Aren't  you going to heal him?” You didn't ask of her with your words, No sypha did not need to hear them beg not when your bleeding eyes did. 

A child, You became an absolute monster to save a child. 

A child who clung to you for comfort as if you were his own father.  A child you saw more than just livestock. A life you valued and deemed precious.

She did not need you to beg her, your actions had begged for that small wailing child's life the second you fed from that demon. 

And Sypha knew she would Fight God himself to make sure that small boy you showed so much humanity for would not die from infection from your dirty pants bandage nor blood lost from losing half of his arm. 

You had waited outside of the indoor with Trevor and Alucard. Inside of the yalls bought room was Sypha doing what she taught all her life and the boy's mother and two younger siblings.  You could hear the woman's cries and occasionally a babe but mostly silence. 

It was no secret to what you were now to the village, they all called you a vampire, and yet they did not chase you away with their shitty pitchforks after you handed Sypha the boy. The mother had run to you overwhelming you with her thanks that her boy was alive because of you. Some muttered and whispered unsure of you and yet perhaps too fearful to anger you by even hinting of you to leave.

The innkeeper's daughter, the only in her family to survive besides a few cousins, had assured your group that the inn room was still as good as yours and that she would upgrade yalls baths and have them ready for you all in just a few hours. 

Yet you cared not for the room nor the baths as you stood leaning against the wall to the inn door waiting for the news of little Ian. 

“How did you do it?” Alucard's voice broke the humming silence making you open your eyes to him, Your question to his own in your pupil.

“Stop the bloodlust…Control it?” Alucarr clarified and Trevor shifted against his spot.

“I'd like to know as well. Never heard of a vampire stopping its bloodlust not until its hunger is stated or until they drop dead themselves…Never thought i'd be the Belmont to see it.” He spoked focusing his eyes onto you as well. 

“Not the first time.” You rolled your shoulders as shifted once again watching them, studying them as they did you. 

“You had done this before?” Alucard brows knitted together. 

“Many. First time was when I was a small lad. The others were from my fathers training in between his travels overseas.” 

a small silence grew between the three of you.

“What did demon taste like?” Trevor asked, only reminding you of just how vile the creature's rotten blood was on your tongue. 

Your lips peeled back into a grimace.

“Shit.” 

It oddly gained a small laugh from the vampire hunter and a small chuckle from the other Dhampir. 

“Yea i bet.” 

The door had slowly opened and Syphas face came from its shadows and found your eyes. 

“Ian would like you to come in.” 

It was a strange scene to them once again to see you sit beside a small child and tell them tales. This time you were soaked head to boots in blood as you overtake the small wooden stool in the room facing one of the beds to the small boy who woke up scared and it was you he called for instead of his own mother. 

“The man who eats monsters. Who keeps me safe.” 

When the boy had settled, your baths were ready and as the mother went to pick up her son, a friend of hers holding her other two children you stopped her. 

“A wise woman would choose her children than a cowardly man.” You told her hand on her shoulder. 

Her own muddy green eyes looked at you and you knew who the lad got his eyes from. 

“You think I do not wish to take them and flee? Where would we go?” She asked you in tears as she addressed her raggedy dress with hand gestures.

 “How can I keep them clothed? Fed even?” She silently wailed. 

“You do not understand. we have no choice.” 

“I know of a place for you to go. You only need to follow the stars at night as your guide.” You told her, you assured. 

“I…we cant..we cant leave everything we know behind.” 

“If you allow your sons to be raised by a cowardly father, they too will grow to be cowards.” You told her as your hand moved to your leather pouch.

“You only aid in the men they grow to be. It is better to grow up without a father than one who lays hands on their Mother and them.” 

It was Trevor who had backtracked to the Inn room to see what was taking you so long. For Sypha refused to let them even step into the bathing room until you came because it was your coin and bloodshed that got them such ‘Fancier’ Baths. He had caught merely part of the conversation and had peeked through the crack of the door to see you drop your coin purse into the woman's hands. 

“When you leave this room, you and any other woman stuck with a coward take this and leave. Travel at night does not stop until the sun rises and sleep in the day.” You started and then raised your left palm, the words recited from memory when you were just a mere lad in your mothers lap as you both stared at the stars on the beach. You were laughing at some shelled crab and your mother hummed as she worked your hair.  Once she was finished she wrapped her arms around you and moved a hand to your chin to lift your eyes to the stars. 

‘Now listen closely Y/n. ‘

“Hold your left palm to the sky where the moon is lined with the center finger. There will be a star lined with your pointer rather than six stars between your pointer and thumb. Follow the fifth star and you shall find safety.” 

‘All you have to do is follow your own name and you will always find safety. ‘  

The woman had looked at you with confusion on her face as she listened to what she must assume was nonsense you spouted.

“How do you know it will lead to safety?” She had questioned you and you blinked away forgotten memories and looked at her.

“Cause a good mother never lies to her sons when it comes to their safety.” Your voice was soft, softer than you would have liked but maybe it was that softness that got to the woman because her fingers enclosed your coin purse tightly.

“Thank you..shall we meet again I will repay you properly.” 

“I don't need payments.” 

You had left the room after the woman, coming down the stairs to the bathing room to face eyes with Trevor waiting. The man eye a look in his eyes that was unreadable but when he saw you he simply nodded and headed to the baths, you followed in tow eyes glancing at everything in the hallways as you entered the bathroom where Sypha sat beside a barrel tub and Alucard stood by another looking through a basket of various of things. Your eyes moved along the room to the other two barrel tubs that had baskets beside them and raised an eyebrow to them.

“There are luxury soaps and balms!” Sypha had eagerly explained to you. 

“They're reasonably decent.” Alucard spoke up and as you headed to your barrel you heard Trevor click his tongue.

“Try thinking with a peasant mind, thank you castle boy.”

“Boys! Not now.” 

You didn't focus on them as you filled the small bowl by your tub filling it with warm water to wash your face and some of your body with it staining the water red, doing so you heard the soft sighs of the others when they got into their own hot baths, You then dumping it out onto the floor to drain away as you repeated the process until you deemed yourself cleaned enough for your tub. removing your boots and socks, You stood and worked your pants away with one hand keeping your back towards them as the other worked on taking your hair out of the ties  letting it fall down to its full length knowing it would cover most of your ass as you dropped your pants and kicked away your pants beside your boots and moved to get into your own bath. Lowering down into it you released a soft sigh as you leaned against the barrels side the loud silence made you cock your head over to the three who did nothing but stared at you. 

You had raised your eyebrow and it was Belmont whose mouth fell open first.

“No fucking wonder why his horse listens to him so well, Hes fucking larger than a Shire!” 

chp 11

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[the-raging-tempest]

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Lariel Aldonlel

Pronouns: She/Her

Gender: Cis Woman

Species: Half-Elf; Duel Heritage

Age: 35 (Human equivalent 23) turns 36 during wotr

Birthday: 3rd of Lamashan 

Star Sign: The Mother

Sexuality: Bisexual

Deity/Religion: Atheist 

Class: Sorcerer: Crossblood; Air and Fey. Bard; Thundercaller

Background: Noble; Emissary

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Path: Azata to Legend

Appearance: (5’0” feet, 152 cm) Lariel is a young half-elf woman. Her frame is small given her poor health as a child. Pale skinned. She has long wavy voluminous dark auburn brown hair, parted in the center, decorated with a few small white flowers. Her eyes are green and slightly downturned with long eyelashes. She wears a long lavender caster robe, though she styles it to look more fashionable. She holds herself with a quiet charisma and gentle grace.

Personality: Much like the tempestuous winds, Lariel herself is full of conflicting directions. She starts out attempting to protect others from herself. While also desperately looking for anyone she can call a friend. Starting out as a shy and quiet young woman. Lariel will attempt to encourage and befriend most people around her. She can be very naïve about the ways of the world. Often comparing events to things she’s read in stories. Lariel will try to lighten someone's mood or see the best in a situation. Lariel responds well to lightheartedness, sincerity, and vulnerability. She prefers caution to action, and mercy to retribution. Lariel will have her exceptions, and she will greet those with an uncharacteristic mighty fury and despair.

Traits: Compassionate, curious, resourceful, naive, and creative.

History/Hooks: Lariel and her twin brother, Zrise, were born to an elven noblewoman out of an affair with a human man. Born bastards they were taken into their maternal grandfather's family tree. Thus they both sport their mother's maiden name. 

- Lariel grew up isolated from the world. Her family using her sorcerous powers as their reasoning for her confinement. Often forcing her to wear an anti-magic collar. Only worsening her ability to control her magic. 

- Lariel's poor health is in part because his blood was tainted, she gave him hers to keep her brother alive. 

- In puberty she lost control of the storm within her, which resulted in the death of her teacher. Leaving her with lingering guilt and fear over her sorcerous power. 

- Lariel befriended and grew infatuated with a criminal who scaled the walls of her family's estate to escape arrest. He did not return her feelings and he used her affection for him to get money from her. Telling her they'd run away together only for him to never return. 

- Her family engaged her to a stranger against her wishes and with her dreams of romance shattered Lariel plans her escape. As she wants nothing more than to be free from her family’s neglectful yet judgmental eyes. To live her life authentically and happily.

Zrisel Aldonlel

Pronouns: He/Him

Gender: Cis Man

Species: It's complicated. Born a half-elf. (Dhampir; Ancient born) 

Age: 35 (Human equivalent 23) turns 36 during wotr

Birthday: 3rd of Lamashan 

Star Sign: The Mother

Sexuality: Bisexual

Deity/Religion: Calistria 

Class: Inquisitor; Sanctified Slayer. Rogue; Rowdy

Background: Noble; Courtier

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Path: Trickster

Appearance: (5 '7'' feet, 170 cm) Zrise is undead so his skin is sickly pale with unnaturally cool tones. Long untamed black hair, that he at times pulls back and away from his face. Piercing blue eyes that he uses to watch intently. He wears the colors of his Goddess. He has gold piercings decorating his ears and face and a tattoo of a black swan on his left forearm. Also a tattoo on his back of wasp wings and a dagger, in honor of his Goddess. He also has a deep X-shaped scar above his heart, the rough skin there almost black. Depending on his mood he either holds himself with arrogance, barely concealed displeasure, or detached mischievousness.

Personality: Zrise gives a first impression of being callous and mysterious, though there is a bit of mischievousness. He doesn’t want to give up much information about himself. As an inquisitor he has to remain closed off and guard himself. He believes he must be strong so that he does not live under anyone’s thumb. He is often looking for something to do to entertain himself. He enjoys provoking others into reactions. He'd like you to think he is cold and aloof, only to be anything but. Zrise has volatile and emotional reactions. Despite his learned charisma, he finds himself rejected and feared due to being obviously undead. He tries to find enjoyment in people's terror as much as admiration. With no real moral code, he is often contradicting himself and twisting his beliefs to suit his whims and feelings.

Traits: Ambitious, callous, conniving, insincere, and vengeful.

History: Zrise and his twin sister, Lariel, were born to an elven noblewoman out of an affair with a human man. Born bastards they were taken into their maternal grandfather's family tree. Thus they both sport their mother's maiden name.

- Zrise was drowned by his mother as a child in a fit of despair and rage. Though the immediate regret she felt at the act was not out of compassion but consequence. Fearing her husband would take her "real" (elven) child from her for this act. Zrise's mother and grandfather called in some favors and through powerful necromantic magic they resurrected the boy. Though he was not the same. His ginger hair turned black. His skin grayed like a corpse. He grew fangs. 

- His body, soul, and most pressingly, his blood are corrupted by the necromancy performed on him as a child. He needs blood to replace his own or he will deteriorate leading to his death. 

- As a teenager he was sent to start his work as Calistria’s faithful. His rebellious actions, growing aggressive attitude towards his stepfather and half-brother, and pranks against the staff made his family send him to the capital of Galt. Isarn. 

- Once he arrived a Calistrian priest took him under their wing. Soon he started training for work at the Golden Palace. 

- As a young adult he had fallen for his mentor and friend. The relationship soured due to his feelings being in conflict with Calistrian teachings. 

- Things escalated and resulted in the death of his mentor and their partner. 

- Zrise then returned to Mendev to start his work as an inquisitor. 

- Born without his sister’s gift of sorcerer's magic and cursed to fight for his life, Zrise turned to the divine. Raised to be a merciless weapon of his faith. He wishes to prove his worth to his family so that they might finally tell him the means to cure himself.

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[honourablejester]

Thoughts for a Lovecraftian Dhampir (D&D 5e)

This sprang up because I’ve have a particular character concept percolating in the back of my head for a while, based around a particular trinket-type object in a very similar vein to the horror trinkets from Van Richten’s Guide to Ravenloft. Essentially the backstory focal point for this character is a length of old, stained rope they keep wrapped around one forearm – the remains of a rope that once bound them to a sacrificial altar and which they managed to cut free in order to survive and escape. Hyper-specific, I know, but it’s a nice knotty image, this strange nondescript bit of old rope wound nonsensically around a wrist, and the echoes of old trauma bound with it.

I’ve had various versions of this character, in particular one who became a (knowledge) cleric of the forgotten god she was almost sacrificed to. I was noodling around more of an idea of a lovecraftian sort of cult, though, aberrations and star gods and the Far Realm, and you could go the obvious GOOlock or aberrant sorcerer there, but it occurred to me, since I was in Van Richten’s territory already, that you could actually get a lot of that flavour from the race instead of the class, if you wanted?

Specifically, a lovecraftian variation on the dhampir.

The dhampir entry in Van Richten’s gives a couple of hunger and origin options if you want something a bit different from a standard ‘almost turned by a vampire’ or ‘half-blood child of a vampire parent’. To quote:

“Dhampirs often arise from encounters with vampires, but all manner of macabre bargains, necromantic influences, and encounters with mysterious immortals might have transformed your character.”

“While many dhampirs thirst for blood, your character might otherwise gain sustenance from the living.”

And the specific options that are interesting me here are psychic/life energy for the hunger, and a bit of a combination of the following origins: ‘your pact with a predatory deity, fiend, fey, or spirit causes you to share their hunger’, ‘a parasite lives inside you, you indulge its hunger’ and possibly ‘you are a diminished form of an otherworldly being, slaking your hunger hastens your renewal’.

If you put all that together, and you could play the dhampir not as an undead scion, but as a person who was almost sacrificed to a far realm entity, and into whom some echo was implanted by the experience. Some mote or fragment of an alien entity, a piece of their hunger, that now lives in and warps your flesh, and drives you to feed as they feed. On life itself, or perhaps thoughts, feelings, the psychic emanations of thinking beings.

And you can feed that flavour back into the mechanical chassis of the dhampir. Deathless nature, the lack of a need to breathe, might be less because you’re dead, and more because the creature whose spark lives inside you exists within an airless void or a realm in which life has many meanings. Spider climb and the dhampir’s heightened move speed might be the influence of the far realm mildly warping gravity and time around them.

And the vampiric bite. I feel like I want to have a lot of fun with this one:

“Your fanged bite is a natural weapon, which counts as a simple melee weapon with which you are proficient. You add your Constitution modifier, instead of your Strength modifier, to the attack and damage rolls when you attack with this bite. It deals 1d4 piercing damage on a hit. While you are missing half or more of your hit points, you have advantage on attack rolls you make with this bite.

When you attack with this bite and hit a creature that isn't a Construct or an Undead, you can empower yourself in one of the following ways of your choice:

You regain hit points equal to the piercing damage dealt by the bite.

You gain a bonus to the next ability check or attack roll you make; the bonus equals the piercing damage dealt by the bite

You can empower yourself with this bite a number of times equal to your proficiency bonus, and you regain all expended uses when you finish a long rest.”

See, I kind of want to reflavour this so, instead of a fanged bite … I have a very clear picture here. Not fangs. When this character goes to bite, thin, silvery feeding tendrils unfurl from along the base of her jawbone, one on each side. Or two on each side, for a total of four tendrils. Because then the 1d4 is a signifier of how many of them land. You make a successful attack, you roll damage, and whatever number is on the d4 is how many tendrils manage to land and bite in. Then the extra damage from your Con mod is the damage done by the feeding.

(I’d be tempted to ask the DM if the Con mod damage could be changed to psychic damage, just to carry that flavour better, but it’d only be worth it if they’d also change the wording on the empowering options to ‘equal to the damage dealt by the bite’ rather than specifically the piercing damage dealt. It’d fit the image, if the d4 is the piercing damage as the tendrils land and the Con damage is the psychic damage as the dhampir feeds, but if I’m cutting the potential bonus/HP gained into probably less than half, it might not be worth it. Eh. A thing to discuss).

And I feel like that gives a nice little lovecraftian package to feed through the background of the character. I mean, are you ever going to use vampiric bite? Maybe it won’t show up too often, but the first time it does, isn’t that a lovely little combat visual to abruptly show your party? Maybe the character has seemed pretty much normal up to then, they keep their hunger locked down tight, the tendrils when they’re quiescent are just silvery lines on their jaw that might be scars, and then something gets too close to them and does too much damage, and their control slips, and these little silvery things flash out and into some poor bastard’s ear canal and they’re feeding. IDK, it’s just a nice little horrifying character detail to have up your sleeve. Your trauma rope on your wrist and the silvery scars under your jaw. Heh.

And then you can put the class of your choice onto the chassis. My knowledge cleric, that’ll work. Soulknife rogue, that could be nicely thematic. Psi warrior fighter, either, extra attack might give you more opportunities to actually use the bite. And, on that line, I feel like wild magic barbarian could also be a lot of fun, with the wild magic being a far realm influence, just warping reality around you based on your rage and your hunger.

If you do want a magic user, you can go the classic and use goolock/aberrant sorcerer, lean heavy on the theme. I also feel like conjuration wizard could do a lot thematically. Especially given the way the subclass levels. It starts out the magic of utility and escape, something that might be very attractive to a traumatised cult sacrifice survivor. The ability to magically create a knife to cut your bonds, the magic to get away. But then as conjuration goes up, you start to realise that it’s also the magic of calling things. Summoning things. Maybe the urge to study this particular school of magic wasn’t wholly their own idea. Maybe the thing now inside them was urging them towards it. A seed of calling planted in their blood. A whisper of a future summons, failsafe against the failed, or perhaps merely delayed, sacrifice. Heh.

(And, you know, might not be the worst use of a turn, if you get stuck in melee, to vampiric bite for your action, get some HP back from whatever just hit you, and then misty step the fuck out for your bonus action. Which goes for any spellcaster with access, yeah, but conjuration wizard gets to use their signature school to do it).

I’m enjoying this thought. If you want a more cosmic than gothic horror slant on the dhampir, there’s a lot of fun to be had. Hunger’s hunger, whether it’s from beyond the gates of death, or the void beyond the stars.

#d&d #dhampirs #lovecraftian #cosmic horror #flavouring mechanics #i'm having fun #trinkets #van richten's guide to ravenloft #long post

[ronqueesha]

Just sitting here thinking to myself on this thursday evening.

Iona has never intentionally killed anyone with her fangs, but she’s technically responsible for at least one death. 

Since she is a dhampir, she does not need blood to survive. But still, she has a vampire’s craving for it, finds blood irresistibly tasty, and can over-indulge to the point she develops symptoms similar to being blackout drunk. Including the inevitable fountain of red vomit if she’s not careful. For her, drinking blood is entirely for the pleasure, and she even gets off on the act of piercing skin with her teeth and lapping fresh hot blood from people’s veins.

For the most part, she can control herself when she does this. Her literal lust for blood can be quelled by satisfying her other lust, and the conclusion of a fun night with a client who paid for a “vampire experience” with her.

99% of the time, Iona walked away with a full belly and some slurred speech and staggered steps just as if she had guzzled down a half dozen beers. And her client walked out with a bandage on their neck and a dizzy feeling that would eventually pass as their body replaced the blood Iona took.

But there was at least one time in her past when she over-indulged on a client that she didn’t know had hemophilia. They were one of her prized rich “conquests”, people with more money than sense, who paid a premium for Iona to come into their private bedroom for a safe night of vampire sex to indulge the dark fantasies they read about in their expensive books.

Since her paying partner did not have a normal flow of blood, Iona naturally over-indulged as the wound she sensually pierced into their neck continued to bleed. And bleed. And bleed. Iona would not have noticed them going weak as her senses dulled and all she cared about was the pleasurable sensations in her throat and between her legs.

And when she had her fill later in the night, her mind foggy and her movements slowed by the blood drunk haze, she would have simply congratulated herself on a job well done. While her (for lack of a better term) victim breathed slowly and remained still, as if they had been fucked so well that they were just as exhausted and satisfied as she was. And so she’d slip out of the window like she had been paid to do, like a vampire skulking off into the night, unaware she had just left someone to bleed out on expensive sheets in the middle of their own home.

Iona didn’t even know she had done this, as her wandering lifestyle meant she left that city just as the investigations into the murder began to take place. But even then, the client had paid for a night of raunchy sex that looked exactly like a vampire attack. So she never faced any real consequences for this, as all of the attention went toward defending the town from a non-existent threat.

#pathfinder #iona #i like the idea that iona may or may not even feel guilty for this #if she's even aware of it because she basically got drunk and went too far

[akindway]

𝐃𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑 : 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

as a dhampir xenk walks the line between the living and undead. as such he has a number of unique qualities. he doesn't need to breathe; he can see exceptionally well in the dark; he can walk vertically or upside down without difficulty; he ages extremely slowly; and, of course, he has a fanged bite.

as a dhampir that feeds on life energy, xenk's fangs are not meant to pierce the flesh and as such they do not appear like the fangs one would come to expect from a predator; such as a vampire or vampire spawn. xenk's fangs are more spectral in nature, and his bite doesn't pierce the skin so much as the very essence within a being.

feeding on someone will leave them feeling a little sleepy, to completely lethargic and exhausted, depending on how much he takes. despite it's name, draining one's life force doesn't shorten their actual lifespan by any means, merely takes from them their natural energy and vigor --- as well as, perhaps, some ability to cast spells that might require concentration or one's constitution to be sturdy.

he gets the most fill from those with full souls. that is to say, those that have engaged in things they find fulfilling and enjoyable. and they can just as easily 'refill' after xenk has had a taste of them by doing things that they enjoy, that relax them or anything they find satisfying or meditative; it varies on the individual.

xenk can eat normal food and it does sustain him, but only so much. he can never truly satiate his hunger without lifeforce; and more powerful spells fueled by his divinity and oath require greater effort. here and there he can siphon small bits of life energy just by skin to skin contact or being around an abundance of full souls, but it's the equivalent of only taking drops of water when his thirst ought to be quenched by a full cantine.

as such he generally feeds on the occasional animal here and there, never taking enough to put the creature in danger nor cause any discomfort; it's also the reason he tends to travel and never stay in one place for very long. without truly satisfying his hunger he's also at a disadvantage when it comes to spellpower. he's not able to utilize every divine power in his arsenal at full without risk to either himself or the very people he's sworn to protect.

#𓆩⟡𓆪 headcanon. #𓆩⟡𓆪 about. #some of this is canon compliant a LOT of it is headcanon #am i implying he wasn't even at 100% in the movie? yes. yes i am. #anyways. who's gonna let xenk bite them???

[spacebarbarianweird]

Punishment

Synopsis: Domestic hurt\comfort becomes domestic smut because Tiriel should have listened to her vampire and not risk her life.

Tags: hurt\comfort, smut, dom!Astarion, very long prelude to the smut, a lot of butt slapping + also some complications of having an active sex life when you have a child Based on this amazing art by @mutualcombat

Thanks @themadlu for beta-reading!

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The fall was painful.

An enemy, a resurrected skeleton in heavy armor, easily pushed Tiriel from the cliff. Her armor and weapon left her no place for maneuver and the barbarian fell on the thin layer of ice that was covering the black waters of a lake.

Pain pierced her body. Tiriel gasped – every breath was agonizing as her ribs were broken. She coughed and immediately realized that a bone damaged the lungs.

Stupid, she thinks. So stupid. 

The ice cracks and the waters take Tiriel.

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“O’su, why are you angry?” Alethaine rubs her sleepy eyes.Whether her dhampirism is to blame or the quarter of human blood in her body, the girl sleeps like a cat, for much longer than human kids her age. 

Astarion doesn’t mind this quirk of hers. 

When she sleeps, she can’t run up to the ceiling and fall from there. And she won’t try to escape outside, especially at night following the call only vampires and dhampirs can hear.

“I am not!” Astarion huffs putting food onto a plate. The four-year-old elf yawns and grabs a spoon in a very clumsy manner. Then she sticks it into the oatmeal and Astarion suspects Alethaine is trying to find sweet pieces of berries there. 

“You are angry,” Alethaine says. “I heard you and Mum fighting yesterday.”

“You didn’t.”

“I did!” Alethaine gets anoyed and hits the table with her small hand. “You were fighting!”

Astarion crosses his arms. Well, as a half undead Alethaine has extremely acute hearing. So acute that no matter how hard her parents try, she does hear noises from their bedroom she can’t yet comprehend.

And of course, she did hear her parents yelling at each other outside the house.

“Well, we had some… disagreements.”

Tiriel was offered a job. To help a bunch of adventurers retrieve a treasure from the dungeon deep in the High Wood. And his wife wanted to go so much that she couldn’t care less about what Astarion was saying.

That the job was dangerous.

That those morons who hired her had no idea what they were getting into.

That the weather was so shitty it made Icewind Dale look like Calimshan. 

And Tiriel accused Astarion of controlling her. That he was possessive, that he didn’t want her to go without him – because he was fucking jealous!

Ridiculous. 

“Why?” Alethaine demands answers.

“It was a bad idea to go alone, that’s all!” Astarion says. “Your mother will spend more gold on healing potions than she will earn!”

Alethaine’s ears twitch. She stops eating and pulls away.

“I don’t like when you fight,” she says. 

“I don’t like either, princess. But it’s going to be alright! Your mother will come back and everything will be good!”

“O’si said she was bored,” Alethaine adds. “When she was reading me a story, she told me she was bored at home. Mum wanted to slay a monster like in that book.”

Astarion nods. Well, another thing he sometimes forgets. Whilst he feels comfortable and nice in their house, reading books, sewing clothes, and taking care of their child, Tiriel is a fighter. She is used to the roads, sleeping in the dirt, fighting, and drinking. Domestic life is exhausting – and she doesn't even know how to occupy herself when the blizzard howls in the woods.

When Alethaine was younger, she required all of Tiriel's attention, but now Alethaine is more or less independent – and the barbarian has started feeling…

…Bored…

“Still no excuse to risk herself!” Astarion protests. “Alethaine, your mum fights as if she was a vampire. And before, I used to be there to have her back or drag her to the healer. Those… morons…. Young idiots won’t do that for her!” Astarion quickly corrects himself. 

“What does “moron” mean?”

“You didn’t hear that.”

“I did!”

“It means someone stupid. Just don’t repeat it anywhere, it’s a bad word.”

“Then why did you say it?” 

“Alethaine, eat your breakfast” Astarion bares his fangs as a threat.

The dhampir huffs and takes the spoon. 

The next moment Astairon hears footsteps. Someone is coming to the front door. 

“Vampire!” he hears the healer’s voice. “A quick word!”

Astarion opens the door. The female halfling doesn’t wear a winter jacket even though her house is many blocks away.

And there is an aura of…

Fear…

“What happened?”

And the Astarion catches a familiar scent. Way too familiar to ignore.

The healer’s sleeves are covered in Tiriel’s blood.

**

Tiriel feels like dying. She knows she is dying.

The dark waters dragged her under the ice trying to murder her. So stupid. Astarion warned her not to go and he was right. He has a better perception of danger than her. She should have  listened.

She didn’t.

Was it some stupid pride preventing her from listening to her husband? Or just the exhausting boredom she endured at home?

Anyway, she is dying.

She is leaving her husband and daughter alone.

Alethaine will grow up barely knowing her.

Astarion … Can he survive without her? Twenty-four years is such a short time for him to heal…

Tiriel failed them both.

Then, she starts suffocating. Primal fear suppresses everything sentient about Tiriel – and it awakes the rage in her.

The ice wounds her hands as she crawls to the surface, bleeding and freezing. 

And then the rage leaves her with only a fever.

Ttiriel barely remembers anything after that. She knows someone carried her somewhere. 

Voices, insults. 

A pair of red eyes staring at her in a dimly lit room.

A child crying.

“Is she dying?! Dad, is Mum going to die?!”

Tiriel wants to console her daughter, but she is too weak. The healing potion burns her throat, but it’s not enough to repair the damage. 

“Astarion, she has frostbite. If the potions don’t help, I will have to cut her leg off.”

Tiriel is hit by a wave of panic. No, not cutting her limbs off! No, they can’t do this to her!

Pain. Fever. Thirst. Difficulty breathing. Tiriel wants to scream but she can’t. She can’t move, she can’t see anything.

Another cry. An angry voice forcing the child to go away. 

Gentle hands. Cold skin. 

Astarion.

Tiriel tries to open her eyes to see him but can’t. She needs to see him. She needs to make sure he’s not a hallucination. That he has come to save her. 

But then, the darkness takes her and there is no pain anymore.

**

Astarion leans on the kitchen table. It’s over. Tiriel is getting better. She has made it. They didn't even have to cut her leg.

She is home.

It will take her months to fully heal, of course, but she isn’t dying. That's the most important thing. 

Astarion takes his blood-stained shirt off, suppressing the desire to chew the soaked fabric. 

“Daddy.” 

He turns around and sees the dhampir. She’s been crying – damn, she is still crying – and stands in the kitchen hugging a plushie dragon.

“What is it, princess?”

“Is mum going to be alright?”

“Yes,” Astarion puts on the clean shirt, the one made of black fabric. 

“Why did you yell at me?”

Astarion feels guilty. The last thing he was thinking about was how the whole situation was perceived by a four-year-old child – he just didn’t want her to be in the same room with her mutilated mother.

“I am sorry,” Astarion lifts the girl up. “Sorry for yelling”.

“Is mum really going to be all right or you just say so?” Alethaine insists.

“She is going to be all right… She just needs rest”

“Dad.”

“Hm?”

“We aren’t letting her go anywhere anymore,” Alethaine says. 

Astarion chuckles. “Well, I don’t think we can prevent her from going outside, but you can express your concerns about her behavior”.

**

A week later Tiriel feels more or less capable of standing up. All these days, she was basically nursed by her little family – Astarion was spending all his time near her bed. Alethaine would come to check asking if she needed anything and was extremely proud of herself when Tiriel asked the girl to bring her a glass of water or medicine.

Tiriel gets up, puts on her trousers and a shirt, and goes looking for Astarion. Alethaine is fast asleep in her bed, barely visible among pillows and plushies. 

Perks of not needing to breathe – Alethaine can bury herself in soft blankets and experience nothing but warmth and comfort.

And, if one day she is thrown into a frozen lake she won’t drown.

One less thing to worry about, Tiriel thinks.

Tiriel finds Astarion in the basement where they stash artifacts and gold. 

“Hello, my sweet,” Astarion smiles, but Tiriel knows he is faking it. He is upset. Angry. And gods know what else.

“Hello,” Tiriel sits beside him. “I'm feeling much better.”

“Good.”

The silence is so heavy it causes discomfort. Tiriel touches his shoulder and suddenly he flinches as if this form of intimacy were out of the question.

“Are you angry?” Tiriel asks. 

“Oh, thank you for asking,” Astarion closes the book and throws it at the wall. The heavy volume immediately becomes a pile of paper. “I am!”

Tiriel bites her lip. She is ashamed of herself. Of what she did.

“Why couldn't you listen to me?! Do my words mean nothing to you, Tiriel?!” Astarion's eyes glow red. “You could have died!”

“I am sorry!”

“I am very well aware of the fact I am going to overlive you. But could you not make it happen so soon?! Alethaine was crying her eyes out. Because she fucking saw you bleeding to death! She has nightmares! and I… I…” he sits on the floor grabbing the fistful of his hair. “Tiriel… I…”

The words are stuck in his mouth and Tiriel kneels in front of him. Then, she cups his cheeks and kisses the bridge of his nose. Then she proceeds to kiss his forehead and lips.

“I am sorry, Astarion. I will listen to you next time, I promise.”

“You can’t even understand how much I want to lock you somewhere,” he says.

“Astarion, we’ve been there. I know you are possessive. But love isn’t about control, unless it is a bedroom play.”

He nods and kisses her wrist. 

Tiriel smiles. “How can I … pay for my disobedience?” 

Astarion suspiciously looks at her. He is examining her, she realizes. Trying to understand if he can… make her pay.

Tiriel unfastens the claps of his shirt, baring his chest. Then she kisses his right nipple and teases it with her tongue.

Astarion lets out a moan but, instead of undressing Tiriel, pushes her away.

“Astarion?” she hesitates. How angry is he, actually?

“You told me you want to pay.” He sits on the bench. “Then you will.”

Tiriel giggles.

“As you wish, my lord, '' she says. “How will I do it?”

“Take off your clothes.”

“I obey,” Tiriel undresses and throws the clothes on the stone floor. Astarion studies her body – scars, fresh bruises. Tiriel nods, inviting him to continue their game.

What is he thinking about?

“Turn around,” he orders and she obeys. “Now, kneel!”

Tiril cringes feeling the harsh and cold surface with her knees. Astarion stands beside her and puts his arms on her shoulders. His grasp is strong and Tiriel admires how truly strong he is as a vampire. 

Fangs pierce the nape of her neck. She gasps, but Astarion hardly takes any blood; he just licks some with his cold tongue.

“You were a terribly bad girl,” he murmurs. “Not listening to what I say!”

Tiriel smiles. Astarion is fully clothed, but she suspects he is already hard.

He pinches her nipples forcing her to moan. 

“What are the odds she won't hear us?” Tiriel whispers and Astarion immediately shuts her mouth with his cold palm.

“We could have built torture chambers for people like your recent clients here and princess wouldn’t have suspected anything.”

“Hm, then we need to bring a bed here.”

“Then she will suspect. Now shut up and let me make you pay for your misdeeds!” Astarion clenches his hands around her neck and forces Tiriel to lie on the stone floor. 

She feels his cold finger touching her pussy. He gently tracks along her labia, forcing her core to get wet. 

Tiriel expects him to get inside, but it doesn’t happen as he keeps teasing her. 

“Astarion…”

The next moment, the index finger of his left hand is in her mouth. 

“Suck it!” He orders.

Tiriel wraps her lips around his finger and makes suckling movements trying to catch the same rhythm Astarion has teasing her pussy.

The heat between her legs became unbearable. She wants to beg him to at least fill her with his fingers, but instead, he abruptly lets her go.

She sits up in front of him as if she were enslaved and he was her captor and master deciding her fate. Tiriel waits, letting him savor the image.

Then he kneels in front of her. His smile is coy and his eyes are tender and Tiriel thinks the play is over – and that he is going to become his usual self in terms of sex. Maybe even much sweet and tender – compensation for all the years of rough fucking.

But then, he tugs her to his lap. His free hand tugs her half-elven ear.

And then he slaps her.

The sensation is so unexpected that Tiriel lets out a cry and then feels tears pricking her eyes. Another slap, stronger and rougher.

She elbows up a bit and feels the bump between his legs. 

Then a pause. Astarion waits. Tiriel can leave. She can say she doesn't like it. That the stone floor hurts her elbows, that the whole thing is embarrassing. That she feels cold or not fully healed.

But she doesn’t say anything. Instead,she moves a bit, making it more comfortable for him to keep slapping her naked butt.

SLAP

His hand is cold and strong, and Tiriel knows it will be hard to sit.

SLAP

Tiriel concentrates on the painful pleasure, allowing herself to melt in it. Her whole world is narrowed down to the torture she inflicted upon herself. 

SLAP

“Will you disobey me again?” Astarion demands.

“No, I never will! Aah!”

“What if I say it’s fucking dangerous to go alone next time?”

“I will listen!”

SLAP

“Good,” he stops. His fingers are placed on her pussy again as he gets distracted by her scent.

Tiriel squirms and moans in his arms as he keeps playing with the swell of her sex.

“Please…” Tiriel whimpers.

“What is it, bad girl?”

“I want you inside of me… please…”

But Astarion doesn't listen. His fingers play with her as if she was a musical instrument. Astarion knows all of her sensitive spots. He knows how to make her come, how to make her a mindless half-elf. He's learned her body thoroughly. In a both possessive and selfless way.

Tiriel feels her orgasm approaching. She clenches her fists and lets out a cry as she reaches her peak.

She doesn't feel cold anymore. Tiriel pants and mewls as Astarion finally lets her go.

He caresses her cheek in the most tender way possible and kisses her.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Tiriel puts her hands on the lace of his trousers, but instead of letting her continue, he gently pulls her away.

“No,” Astarion firmly says.

“Why?”

“Because you are still healing.”

“Astarion, are you fucking serious?! You’ve been slapping me!”

“Yes. I was slapping your butt not lying on top of you”.

“We can do it in a different way!”

“And it still involves some form of physical activity from you. Or me absolutely ravishing you. No. You will get better and only then we will fuck each other into  oblivion.”

“And what are you going to do about this?” she pokes the bump to feel the delicious hardness below the fabric.

“I will use my hand.”

“Save it for the time when I am away,” Tiriel unlaces the trousers, freeing his cock.

“Hand or mouth?” she asks, tracing her finger along the shaft. 

“Mouth… And keep…eye contact…please.”

“As you wish,'' Tiriel kisses the tip of his cock. Over the years they have been together, Tiriel learned how his body reacts to her touches. 

In a moment she’s already swallowed it fully – tears flow down her cheeks. She moves her lips and tongue along the shaft, never breaking eye contact. 

Astarion groans and grabs a fistful of her hair. His cock is cold and hard, but his sensitive, soft skin is quickly getting warmer in Tiriel’s mouth, and she wishes to prolong his pleasure.

But it’s so damn cold in the basement.

Suddenly, she feels being pulled away. Tiriel lets the cock go. Astarion grabs it with his free hand, makes a few stroking movements, and then the white liquid spills over her breasts.

Tiriel stands up shivering from the cold, and only now does she realize how truly intense the slapping was.

Astarion laces his trousers and quickly kisses Tiriel's lips and when she tries to put on her clothes back he wraps her shoulders in a blanket and lifts her in the air.

“Let's go to our normal bed,” he says. 

“Only if you stay there with me,” Tiriel pouts.

“Of course, love, of course!”

Minutes later, Tiriel lies in Astarion’s arms –  he’s insisted on wiping her breasts and pussy himself – and now she can just enjoy the comfort.

“Astarion.”

“Hm?”

“I promise to listen to your advice next time.”

“Thank you, love.”

**

By the time spring starts, Tiriel finally feels well enough to wield her weapon and wear her armor. Astarion knows she longs for a fight and a good adventure, and it would be too ungrateful for him to try to lock her down and guilt-trip her into always staying by his side. 

But someone needs to keep an eye on their daughter and Astarion slowly makes peace with the thought that Tiriel will indeed have to go away without him from time to time.

Astarion puts his old bedroll on the stone basement floor. There was a period when this imitation of a bed was the most comfortable thing he owned. Well, there was a period when he thought getting kisses from Tiriel was merely a reward for his services, not a genuine demonstration of affection.

“No, don't go!” he hears Alethaine’s voice. “Mum! Don’t go!”

“It’s all right, kitten. I will be back in a week. I will bring you a gift from Secomber.”

“No! I want you to stay! Dad!” Astarion hears small footsteps – Alethaine is forbidden from going to the basement due to all the dangerous artefacts stashed there, so she stops on the top step. “Dad, Mum is going somewhere! Again!”

Astarion goes up and sees an absolutely angry four-year-old dhampir pointing at her mother who is preparing for a trip.

“That’s all right, she promised not to fight anything stronger than her,” Astarion picks the girl up. 

“She will find things that are stronger!”

Tiriel approaches them, hugs Astarion from behind, and caresses her daughter’s cheek. “Kitten, I will be back soon, you will see. And when you grow up, you will also have someone who won’t want you to go away – but you sometimes will have to.”

“When I am as big as you, I will have a little girl,” Alethaine says. “And when she asks me to stay, I will!”

Astarion chuckles – well, he hasn’t got used to the idea of having a daughter even though she is four and the very idea of having a grandchild eventually sounds even less realistic than him regaining his mortality. 

“That will be your choice,” Tiriel kisses. “What do you want me to get you?”

“I want a book about elves,” Alethaine says.

“Ok, I will take a look for something interesting.”

Alethaine pulls away, showing that she wants to go. Astarion puts her back and the girl immediately disappears into her room. 

“Are you leaving in the morning?” Astarion asks.

Tiriel nods. “Something on your mind?”

“Actually yes,” Astarion takes Tiriel's hand and makes her follow him downstairs. “Besides,” he playfully pushes Tiriel on the bedroll, “Our best nights were on the road in our old tent!”

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[tevinteredeemer]

@bloodxstarved, continued from (x)

The dhampir felt his heart racing so fast it felt like it might explode, and he couldn't catch his breath as if there was no oxygen in the air. He felt like a rabbit being stalked by an unseen predator but knew it's presence was there. He wanted to collapse and not take another step. The Fade was not like Hell or the afterlife, it was like a world in-between living and death. This was more like a prison for spirits.

"I'm not worried about the demons. I can command the demons like my father can, there's other things here. Stuff in the very air, clouds of poison but with minds of their own. I don't know if they are spirits or something more ancient... But I know they are the embodiment of evil." Alucard explained as his trembling hands were taken by his lover's.

The inquisitor was breaking down fast. Usually he was the rock that kept the group stable, the brave hero that would throw himself in the line of fire to protect his friends and the innocent. But this place was effecting him in a way like it was piercing right through his soul. He shook his head when told to breath and leaned closer.

"You hear the whispers from the shadows too?..." He asked softly and leaned close. "... They're telling me the only way we're leaving alive is if I let the monster out. They want me to feed."

     “Other things?” Well. That wasn’t disconcerting at all. Dorian wasn’t liking any of this. They were IN the Fade for Maker’s sake! The power danger that lied here was tremendous. No one, human or otherwise, had physically been in the Fade in centuries! His ancestors had supposedly been able to do so, but again, they were distant ancestors. This couldn’t end well at all...

     “Well, we’re not going to do that, are we? We’ll get out of this without having to resort to that.” It was times like this that reminded Dorian just how young and new to everything Alucard was. The Inquisitor, shaking like a leaf in his hold. The man was so much to everyone, did so much for everyone... Dorian only hoped he could provide that for Alucard now.

     “Let’s focus on trying to get out of here, hmm? There must be a way to exit. One of those tears through the sky! We’ll find one of those and pass right through. Come, we’ll go together.” Dorian held a tight grip onto Alucard’s hands, switching to holding just one as he raised his staff. He cast a small spell around them, a spell of restorative magic and slight protection. It wasn’t much, Dorian wasn’t a mage focused on healing magics, but it was something. “Can you...I don’t know, sense one nearby? Perhaps a direction..?”

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Give me Romitri playlist songs 😍 also what other fandoms can I send you characters/ships from?

I'm basing this heavily on the TV show version of Romitri because it's been genuinely ten years since I've read the books.

"Hit Me With Your Best Shot" by Pat Benatar

Look me in the eyes and tell me that if Rose was alive in the mid-80s that she wouldn't blare female pop power anthems like nobody's business while leaving lipstick kisses all over a photo of Dimitri's stupidly beautiful face.

"Kiwi" by Harry Styles

This is, in my opinions, one of the sexiest songs to ever exist and Mr.Tall-Dark-And-Likes-Westerns would totally fucking rock out to HS1-era Harry Styles while thinking of infuriating dhampir girls who do whatever the fuck they want, damn the consequences.

"Die Young" by Kesha

The club scene music was.... something. But you want to know what would have been better? Rose getting Dimitri to dance to early-2000s pop icon Kesha. This song is literally just Rose's entire monologue to Dimitri about abandoning duty to go actually live their lives the way they want. And it's a fucking bop.

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Also as far as other fandoms I'm all over the fucking place but my main ones tend to be Sailor Moon, Revolutionary Girl Utena, Mo Dao Zu Shi, Tian Guan Ci Fu, Kingdom Hearts, early reboot Doctor Who (Matt Smith and earlier), Hannibal, House MD, and a majority of the Tamora Pierce Tortall universe if we want adjacent book series.

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