#dhampir baby part two?

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

K follow me Astarion just sees tav like loving on children wherever they go and hes like?????

And tavs like ive always wanted my own child but i didn't wabt to ask you with every

This sends poor starion into a crisis does he was children how many

I think I have followed you. Let's see!

So for this one we got a lil time jump, ambiguous and vague setting and timelines with game spoilers present. M/F pairing because that is my go to and pregnancy is mentioned. Vampiric pregnancy also so there is some weirdness there (i made it up no idea if it's dnd accurate). Vague Tav backstory of a wonderful mother and going off to become a cleric.

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Astarion was well used to your antics by this point. You had a severe lack of instincts linked to self-preservation, which led to a consistent pattern of doing, frankly, stupid shit. Stupid, but kind. Nothing that Astarion hadn't adapted to, after nearly two years of being attached at the hip you became pretty attuned to your lover's personality.

He could even go as far as to say that he had grown to love your annoying predilection for pious morality. Perhaps he loved talking you out of certain virtuous dangers more, but still. He appreciated who you were, he adored who you were. But Astarion was no saint, despite his insistence on attaching himself to one.

Which is exactly why he was far from amused when you signed him up to babysit a couple of brats. All for acquittances he barely cared about.

But you at least had the good grace to look guilty, "I didn't mean to! But she looked so tired and she said their anniversary was coming up and it's not like we got anything for their wedding-"

That was a nice try, one that Astarion wasn't falling for, "We didn't know of their existence when they got married darling. Just because I can't remember their names doesn't mean you can trick me."

"I'm not trying to trick you!" You whined, arms crossed as you pouted. It sure felt like a trick, especially when Astarion knew that you were well-aware how easily he fell for your sulking. Adorable little monster that you were, "It's only three kids and a baby for one night, it won't be that bad! You don't even have to help-"

Astarion rolled his eyes as he sat next to you on the bed, "I didn't say I wouldn't help."

That seemed to do the trick to get the pout off of your face. You perked up immediately, looking at him like you couldn't quite believe it, "Really?"

"Yes, really," Astarion sighed as you tugged you closer. Sure he liked to bitch, but he really would do anything for you. Even extremely annoying things like this, "I'm not going to sit back and feed you to the wolves."

"They're not wolves! The oldest is barely five," You laughed as you let him manhandle you, settling you into his lap, "And I am sorry, I really wasn't thinking. I promise it won't happen again."

Astarion doubted that, not when he was well-versed of your weak spot for children. No matter where you went you couldn't help but fawn over them, not to mention the insane lengths you would go to keep any child safe. It was a complete and utter blind spot, your kindness extending to them all, even the little scam artists and hellions.

It was sweet, if not extremely worrying at first. Astarion had been terrified of you finding out his past. The things that he had been forced to do, the innocents whose lives he had destroyed. But not only did you find out, you were forced to see it. Both of you were, and it had been worse than anything Astarion could have imagined. He had always found a slight comfort knowing that those he captured would at least die quickly, that at the very least they wouldn't suffer the same agonizing fate as he, just an agonizing death. But no, even that small comfort had been a lie. The horror of finding them all down there has yet to be matched. He had never felt more self-loathing, more pure disgust than the moment he had found those children, tortured and pale, all because of him.

How you didn't see him for the wretched thing he was after all that, Astarion wasn't sure. But he was grateful. You were too good for him. A fact that he was devastatingly aware of, but that wasn't going to stop him from keeping you.

He still thinks about it on occasion, despite the fact that he had done all he could to right his wrongs. They all at least had a chance now to have a life worth living, Astarion could only hope that it would be used. Their future was out of his hands now, a small comfort.

But despite his complicated feelings towards children, he was more than capable of handling them for one evening. And in all honesty, he truly didn't have to do much. He was on self-mandated baby duty, because of course you had to help out the infant that would scream bloody murder unless it was being held. Keeping her tucked against him was a move of self-preservation, if he ever wanted to retain his hearing.

Most of the night was spent amused as he watched you entertain a gaggle of toddlers. You were so... creative with the ways you could defuse their antics. It came to you so naturally, nearly like you were a born mother yourself. It wasn't exactly surprising that you were fantastic with children, he had seen it time and time again. Arabella, Mol, Yenna, all of which still wrote you letters, visited occasionally. Staying forever attached, even from a distance.

Now that Astarion thought about it, it was odd that you weren't a mother. Odder still that you hadn't never even brought up the possibility of having children together. You were usually so open with your wants and always encouraging the same from him. Just one more thing he loved about you. But... why hadn't it been mentioned? Astarion had always assumed it was because you didn't truly want any of your own, that you enjoyed their fun innocence while avoiding the more laborious responsibility of raising them.

Though watching you take care of them all, changing diapers and negotiating silly arguments with a soft smile of your face had him rethinking his assumption.

"You're good with them," Astarion said eventually after you had successfully set the older three down for the night, the baby still stubbornly clinging to him, "I don't think there's a child we've met that doesn't adore you."

You laughed quietly, walking over to kiss him softly on the cheek. Your eyes wandered to the sleeping infant in his arms, still holding a piece of his shirt in it's little fist, "You don't seem to be too bad with them either."

"Newborns don't know any better," Astarion dismissed as he tried to put her down in their borrowed crib. Tried and failed, considering how the thing immediately started to whine the second he attempted to pry it's little hand away.

Oh for fuck's sake. Astarion wasn't even going to try and argue. Instead he unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall into the crib with her, seemingly doing the trick of stopping her from waking completely.

When he turned back you were staring at him with soft eyes, looking lovestruck at the simple act of him laying a child down, "Looks like she has pretty good taste to me."

"I don't think your judgment should be trusted," Astarion huffed as he walked over to you, grabbing your hand to drag you to the bedroom. He glanced back at you, his heart nearly skipping a beat from the sweet way you kept looking at him. It had his mind wandering again, those questions still nagging him.

Questions that he didn't have the courage to ask until dead of night, when he had you half asleep against his bare chest, "Have you ever thought of having children?"

He hadn't meant to blurt that out in the middle of the night, but Astarion apparently had a knack for starting important conversations at inconvenient times. Not that you minded.

You just cuddled into him closer, nodding against him with a sigh, "I've always wanted my own children. My own mother, Gods bless her soul, made it all sound so magical. Pregnancy, the early years, puberty, all of it. She loved it all. And I guess it rubbed off on me. It used to be all I could think about, before real life got in the way."

Astarion listened, a little annoyed at himself for not putting the pieces together sooner. You had talked so lovingly about your late parents, how you always wanted to be like your mother. Of course you would want children. How had he not connected the dots?

"But then I went off to the temple," You continued, "I completed my training, went off into the world to do good, blah, blah, blah. You know the story."

"So you grew out of the idea?" Astarion asked.

"Not exactly," You admitted, sounding a little guilty, "But I would never ask that of you love, it's not something you have to worry about."

That-what?

Astarion stared down at you, brow furrowed, "What do you mean?"

"I mean I know that the topic of children is... difficult for you. Considering everything you've been through-"

"I think you mean to say everything I've inflicted on others," Astarion interrupted, unwilling to allow himself grace. Especially when it came to the children of the Gur, "It was much worse for them than me."

You nodded, knowing better than to try and fight him on that particular topic, "I understand, but my point is that I can live without them. You're all I need."

It was comforting to hear, an immediate balm to a brand new set of insecurities that Astarion hadn't been prepared for. But even so... he hated the idea of you sacrificing even more for him. It felt wrong, "But-"

"But nothing," You interrupted softly, setting a quick kiss to his mouth, I'm serious Astarion, you don't need to worry. I'm happy, I love you, and everything is fine."

"I love you too," Astarion murmured, at a loss to say anything else. But the conversation didn't end there.

Astarion couldn't stop thinking about it, even long after the temporary children were sent back home. ou seemed so... sure that he didn't want children, and a week ago he probably would have agreed. But that was back before he knew that he was actively keeping you away from something you wanted. Something you had dreamed about since you were a child. And it felt wrong to be the reason for that, so, so wrong.

He didn't even know if his true feelings on the matter were real. He didn't want children for many of the same reasons he never wanted a partner. The attachment to another was dangerous, he was beyond unequipped to deal with others, let alone care for them, and the entire ideology behind love was ripe for manipulation and heart break. But then he met you and everything changed. Suddenly, caring for another didn't feel like a weakness, it felt like the strongest aspect of his entire self. Taking care of you wasn't an unwanted duty, it was intimacy. Something that he now craved. If all of those steadfast ideals could fall apart simply through meeting you, whose to say he could even trust himself when it came the thoughts around having a child?

Would having one truly be so bad? A little piece of the two of you, alive in the world? And perhaps children were annoying but... Astarion would be lying if he said he didn't have a soft spot for them. He had kept his distance before, but now he was fully confident that he wasn't a danger, no with Cazador burned to nothing bus ash and his own bloodlust well controlled. And it's not as if he was incapable of being a father, worse men than him did it everyday.

It was a confusing place to be, this tightwire of indecisiveness. Confusing enough for him to start a bit of research. He was vaguely aware that it was possible for his kind to breed, but finding out the details was disheartening, to say the least. First he had to parse out the different horror stories of babes eating their way out of their mother's wombs with actual facts, which wasn't exactly pleasant. But the truth was that it was more than possible for the two of you to have child together. It had the potential to either be as noneventful as any pregnancy, with the cavate that the babe coming out looking slightly... dead wouldn't be a permanent state of being. Or it could be as risky as carrying a child could be, with pains and complications galore, even legitimate worries of internal bleeding from the wretched thing prematurely growing claws. Not to mention the occasional, intense blood lust that could occur, an experience that Astarion would prefer you didn't have to go to.

Looking into the reality of the choice didn't help as much as he had assumed it would. If anything it just made the whole situation more real. Even if he wasn't a vampiric spawn, childbirth was risky. Maybe not as risky for you considering how Astarion would move the heavens and hells to get you the best care possible, but still. The thought of you passing, leaving him alone with the child you wanted and would never see, would destroy him. Completely and utterly.

But then again... there was the magical alternative of everything working out just fine. The two of you were both beyond lucky in that regard, considering how you'd overcome mind flayer parasites and fought and won against a near god. It was more than possible that everything would be fine, that you would have a beautiful pregnancy that would end in an even more amazing child. Then two would become three, a family of his very own.

That... didn't sound too bad. Astarion was torn. On one hand, he was almost certain that he was willing to go through with it. Not just because he loved you and wanted you to be happy, though it was the main reason. But also because... he could be a part in making something good. A child that would never suffer the way he did, the way countless others had. One who would be loved, who would have the help they needed for their inevitable unholy hungers. Someone precious for the two of you to fret over, to adore and care for. He... wanted that. Or at least he would if you still did. Now if he could just figure out how to bring it up, maybe something could actually happen.

But luckily enough for him, you did the job for him. He had been pouring over another book dedicated to recording the births of Dhampirs in the area, only to be distracted by you loudly sighing behind him.

"What's wrong love?" Astarion asked, his eyes still scanning the page in front of him.

"Oh I don't know," You sighed, rounding the corner to sit on the edge of his desk, "I just can't help but wonder when you're going to explain why you've suddenly become obsessed with parenting books. And..."

You trailed off, ignoring his surprised expression to read the cover of what was in front of him, "'Vampiric and Mortal Love & The Spawn They Create'. It's not exactly your usual reading material."

Part of Astarion wanted to be surprised that you had already figured him out. He had at least been trying to hide things from you slightly, not that it mattered when you could read him like a book. And he supposed that blatantly reading things like this in front of you would eventually have an effect, even if he tried to obscure the titles.

But that didn't stop him from stuttering through a response, "Well-I, okay. I've just been thinking about options lately. Which you can't really do if you don't understand what they are. Hence the books."

You frowned at him, one leg crossed over the other, "Star, I already told you that you don't need to worry-"

"But I want to worry," Astarion interrupted, deciding that ripping the band-aid off would be the best course of action, "And if there is something I can be doing to make you happier than I should at least consider it."

"I'm not going to force you into this for that," You said softly, reaching out to twine his fingers against yours, "This isn't the kind of thing you do just for someone else."

Astarion was aware of that, there was an important truth to your words. But... "What if it wasn't just for you?"

You paused, your brow furrowed as you stared at him, "What do you mean?"

"I mean what if, and consider this purely hypothetical, what if I wanted one as well. What then?" It was as far from hypothetical as Astarion could get, but by the look on your face it didn't seemed like that needed to be clarified.

You swallowed, looking just shy of hopeful as you played with his hand, "I... well. I guess in that case we would have a lot to talk about."

That wasn't quite the answer he was looking for. He pressed on, "So if in theory, I did want one. Would... you still be interested in having one?"

With me?

He left that part unsaid as he waited for an answer, uncharacteristically nervous as you mulled it over. But you were smiling, bright and wide, giving his hand a little squeeze as you spoke, "I think that would be the only scenario where I would want it. If that's something you wanted."

"I think it is," Astarion answered honestly, done with being coy, "I don't know how, I... I'm not quite sure how I feel about you carrying something that could be dangerous. But... in general yes. I think I want this. I do want this. With you and only you. Whenever your ready."

The next part Astarion did see coming, his arms already open by the time you launched yourself at him. You straddled his lap, kissing every part of his face as you babbled, "We can wait! It doesn't need to be now but-I just-yes! Adoption, childbirth, I don't care. All I need is to have them with you. That's all I want."

"And that I can give," Astarion laughed, delighted at your reaction. He still had concerns, plenty of them in fact, but they were hard to consider when the woman he adored was so ecstatic.

He gripped your chin, chuckling at the whine you let out for him interrupting your onslaught of affection. You didn't have to wait long, not when he directed your mouth against his, kissing you deeply as a new wave of exciting, and slightly nauseating feelings worked through him.

He didn't know exactly what was going to happen in the future. He had no idea if he would be a good father, but he knew that he would try his damndest. He didn't know how the two of you would even procure a child, but he did no one thing.

With you by his side, it would work out. All of it, no matter how hard the road turned out to be. And that was all that mattered.

#astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #asks #you'll pry my long posts out of my cold dead hands #spoilers #pregnancy mention #should i do a part 2 of this? #dhampir baby part two? #fun fact im actually so scared of pregnancy it sounds like hell to me #so pregnancy/child fics are very interesting to write #personally #i'm getting through these asks slowly but surely #nine more to go!

[fangswbenefits]

Unexpected

Summary: Astarion has barely ever considered starting a family with you in the old-fashioned way, but an unexpected conversation might just trigger that urge.

Pairing: Astarion x femalex!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Astarion's POV. Breeding kink. Creampie. P in V sex. Body worship. Vampire bite. Blood drinking. Precum.

Word count: 2.2k

As far as Astarion was concerned, babes were merely drool and poop dispensers.  

He could definitely do without having to be around one for more than the strictly necessary.

And today was one of those days.

You had offered to look after one of your friend's toddler, but he had somehow been left on duty as you worked around the kitchen.

Typical.

He glared at the tiny human that stood on his thighs, wobbling dangerously and was only kept upright thanks to his firm hold.

Astarion glanced around to ensure that you weren't nearby before he mischievously bared his fangs at the baby.

He expected fear or a screech.

But no.

She merely glared at him for a brief moment before bursting into a high-pitched laughter that pierced through his ears and made him wince in pain.

Had it not been for his fast reflexes, she would have had her tiny and prying paws inside his mouth as she tried to reach for his fangs.

“No – these are no toy,” he grumbled in utmost annoyance.

You walked into the room, straightening your dress whilst giving him a taunting glare. “Look at you! Bonding.”

He held the babe as far as he could from his face as she giggled enthusiastically, clearly finding in him some amusement.

He scoffed. “Please. Even the Nine Hells can't be as torturous as this.”

Clicking your tongue, you approached to sweep her into your arms, which caused an infernal reaction from her as she broke into a screech that would put a banshee to shame.

“See? She prefers Uncle Astarion.”

He rolled his eyes, returning his focus on the book had been peacefully enjoying before this unfortunate ordeal.

As you managed to quiet her down by shifting her attention to a stuffed owl bear toy, two soft knocks were heard on the front door.

Finally.

You allowed your friend inside who promptly took her babe in her arms.

“Please tell me she behaved,” she said apologetically. “She's teething and her temper can be overbearing at times.”

“It was no bother. She was absolutely delightful and even bonded with Uncle Astarion.”

She chuckled alongside you.

He could feel a frown grow on his face as she turned to him. “How come you two haven't considered having one of your own?”

Astarion's eyes nearly bulged out.

“Oh, it has never crossed our minds, really,” you immediately blurted out, pinching the babe's cheeks affectionately. “We're better off this way.”

Now that set him off.

“Actually, I have considered it.”

Far more often than he dared admitting, but it was not more than wishful thinking.

He was fortunate enough not to worry about unwanted pregnancies, as being a vampire spawn made the feat nigh impossible.

But he still wondered how you'd look carrying his child.

Especially with you being such the motherly type.

His eyes fell to your heaving chest for a moment, and he vaguely imagined how your breasts would swell.

“Oh? You have?” you sounded more surprised than shocked.

Your friend shifted a glance between you and him. “I'm sure Astarion here would warm up to the idea fast – so to speak.”

How he detested puns.

Once she bid her farewell and you parted ways with a gentle kiss to the babe's temple, he found himself content as silence took over.

“You meant that?”

He pressed the book in his hands closed. “Us having a child?”

You nodded.

“I don't see why not.”

You began undoing the laces of your dress as you paced into the room.

“Well, it's not like we can physically do it.”

Astarion stood on his feet, following you closely behind.

“We can.”

Your head turned abruptly to him. “You're just having a laugh, aren't you?”

Astarion had read enough about half-vampires – dhampirs – to know it wasn't as hard to achieve as one might think.

He would just need to be very persistent and be well fed. 

“It is possible.”

You chuckled. “I think we would be on babe number four if it were truly possible.”

As he walked up behind you, he planted a soft kiss to the nape of your neck, moving his masterful fingers down the lacing of your corset.

He adored having you wear the most exquisite clothes he could embroider for you, but he equally adored helping you get undressed.

Just for him.

“But the real question, darling, is… would you want me to?”

As the corset loosened around you, he could see your breasts expand into fullness.

“Want what?”

The chemise underneath hid most of them from sight, but he could see your nipples faintly protruding against the sheet fabric.

He could feel himself already hardening from the topic of the conversation alone.

“Do you want me to breed you?”

His blunt words made you gasp. “You always come inside, Astarion… and nothing happens.”

Was that disappointment he detected in your voice?

Gods above…

That only served to fuel his lust.

You stepped out of your crimson dress and he shifted languidly until he was on his knees in front of you.

“What are you doing?”

He lifted your chemise just above your navel, and trailed soft kisses along your lower abdomen, feeling you occasionally flinching under his cold lips. 

Your fingers tangled in his curls as a soft gasp left your lips. “Astarion?”

He did his best to ignore the ever-growing twitch against his trousers.

“Maybe we should rectify this predicament.”

You ran the pads of your fingers along his scalp in such a loving manner that he found himself humming in approval as his cold lips began to travel downwards.

“And how could you even do such a thing?”

Oh. You still thought he was bullshitting you?

He glared up at you with half-hooded eyes. “Hold on to that pole and place your leg on my shoulder.”

Astarion took pride in being a giving and caring lover who resorted to words laced with sensuality, to get you all worked up for him.

You arched a brow at him, but held onto the iron rod of the bed canopy while lifting your leg and resting it on his shoulder.

From this new angle, he was able to spot a growing damp spot in your underwear that nearly made him salivate.

The fabric clung to your folds, allowing him to spot the outline of your throbbing swell.

It seemed that your body was already getting ready for what was to come.

Hungrily, he leaned forward to place an open-mouthed kiss on the already damp fabric.

You bucked your hips instinctively against him as he teased your folds with his tongue.

He felt the first drops of precum staining his own clothes, and had no choice but to undo the lacing at the front so he could ease the unbearable strain.

The heel of your foot dug into his back as he kept adding more dampness to your underwear with his saliva, enjoying the sight of the outline of your folds.

With one hand firmly closed around his cock, he moved his lips to your inner thigh, earning a groan of protest from you.

He chuckled against your heated skin, squeezing some more precum from his tip, enjoying how it dribbled down his knuckles.

“Stop teasing…” you groaned, softly tugging at his curls.

But Astarion had something else in mind.

“I should be well fed before attempting this, if the words on those books and scrolls are to be trusted.”

A soft whimper spilled from your mouth and you pulled your underwear to the side with a sigh of relief.

But Astarion found no relief in that as he couldn't tear his eyes away from your soaked folds and the swell that peeked between them.

His cock gave him a warning twitch, as more precum dribbled outs from the tip.

You had broken his concentration with a low blow, but he still managed to part his lips, raking his fangs across the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

“You've… never….” you gasped in astonishment as the realisation of his intentions hit you.

“There's a first time for everything, darling.”

Unlike your delectable neck, he had no experience catching your pulse in this area, so he had to drag his lips slowly, in search of that rhythmic pulsing that drove him insane.

“Astarion…” you moaned, rolling your hips.

Once he found what he was looking for, he dragged his tongue along the sweet spot before sinking his fangs into it.

He had anticipated you would squirm under his touch, so he anchored you in place by hooking his arm around your thigh.

Astarion reckoned he would never tire of feeling how hard and warm his cock would get whenever he fed on you, your blood rushing through his body like molten fire. 

As he kept downing your blood and keeping you steady, he began to feel the veins that snaked around his cock bulging and he nearly lost it.

Your fingers were still buried in his hair, tugging firmly as your hips rolled on pure instinct.

Through his bloodlust, he managed to shift his gaze only to be met with strings of your wetness dangling from the entrance.

Gods… you were so ready to be bred.

He could feel your arousal.

He could taste it on his tongue.

His hand was doing an adequate job at giving his now heated cock some relief, but he knew he would only find true solace in being buried deep inside you.

Your blood had begun to spill from the corners of his mouth and he felt it trailing down his chin and neck.

With all the willpower he could muster in that moment of blinding hunger, he managed to tear away from you skin, rising to his feet as your leg dropped from his shoulder only to be caught on his arm, effectively keeping you spread for him.

His cock accidentally brushed against the twin marks on your inner thigh, blood coating the leaking tip of his cock.

He let out a hiss as the warm liquid dribbled down his length, mixing with his precum.

Your hand dropped to the back of his neck and you pulled him into a searing kiss, tasting yourself on his soaked lips.

With ease, he shifted closer until the tip of his cock was nudging at your entrance.

You broke the kiss. “Do you think you drank enough?”

His cock twitched violently from the despair in your words.

“There is only one way to find out, darling.”

You licked your lips, jerking your hips to have his tip slide inside.

Then he felt your hand snake in between your bodies until your fingers were wrapped around his length, giving it a trying squeeze.

“You're so, so hard, Astarion…”

Astarion could get even harder just from your praise.

His cock twitched again and he couldn't stop his hips from bucking, gradually burying himself deep within your warmth.

He sank all the way through, bringing his other hand to close around the one you had around the iron rod of the canopy, desperate for support as he thrusted into you.

Soon enough, you had matched his tempo, moving in unison with him.

From this angle, he could see the faint streaks of blood spread around his cock as it spread your folds, allowing him to see how swollen you were for him.

“So eager to be bred, aren't you?” he said in between groans.

You whimpered in response, unbuttoning the front of your chemise.

Astarion nearly came as your bare breasts came into view, swaying with each thrust. Your nipples had hardened completely and he felt his balls tighten.

“I want to see how big they will get.” he moaned more to himself, knowing he was getting closer and closer to his release.

Your mouth fell open but no words came out.

Instead, he felt you squeeze his cock desperately, drawing a primal growl from deep within him.

He truly wanted to know how bigger your breasts would get from carrying his child.

His balls tightened even harder and he felt the familiar wave of overwhelming release wash over his body.

He somehow managed to keep his gaze on your swaying breasts as he spilled deep inside you, feeling his cum shooting rhythmically inside you.

Desperate to feel your own contractions, he placed his thumb between your folds, circling your swell and slowly but surely driving you over the edge.

“Let go, darling…” he urged desperately, wanting the last drops of his seed to be milked out of him forcefully by your contractions.

As your breath quickened and your arms looped around his neck, he knew you were a goner.

You stilled momentarily, rhythmically contracting around him with a gasp.

He glanced down to see the bulging veins along his cock being squeezed as cum began to spill out around him.

Astarion had no idea how much cum he had spilled inside you, but what he did know was that he would gladly spend it all if it meant getting you pregnant with his child.

As you shuddered against him, he placed a soft kiss to your temple.

“Do you think it was enough?”

He chuckled. “I won't stop until it is.”

Masterlist

#astarion smut #astarion x female reader #astarion x tav #astarion x female tav #astarion x oc #astarion x f!reader #astarion x reader #astarion #astarion bg3

[elliewritesfantasy]

Escape in the Night

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

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

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

Armelle.

Boots shifted, crunching snow and dirt.

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

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

“Where are the vampires?” you asked.

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

“I wish they would see reason.”

“I know.”

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

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

Maybe that was a mistake.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ah, not so fast.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gale!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We have to trust him,” Shadowheart argued.

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

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

Please. Please.

I should have stayed.

Please.

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

“I’m here.”

“Astarion.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[spacebarbarianweird]

Beloved Monsters

So, it happened! I've finally brought Alethaine, Astarion's dhampir daughter, to life!

Synopsis: Domestic fluff about a small family of monsters.

Tags: fluff, comfort, dadstarion, dhampirs

Alethaine's age: 7

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“Mum! Mum!”

As you open your eyes, the coziness of your bed with a fur blanket and the softest pillow surrounds you. It feels so comfy, like a warm hug. 

“Mum!”

A pale-skinned Elven girl with hair the color of snow stares at you like a cat. She stands upside down on the ceiling as if her legs were glued to it.

“Hi, Alethaine. Is anything wrong?”, you yawn and look at the window. It’s late afternoon and it's snowing. Winters in that part of Faerun are cold and merciless but nights are long. Which is good.

Alethaine, your dhampir-daughter, jumps onto the bed and you notice she’s already put on her warm clothes. Unlike Astarion, she is not immune to cold.

“Can I go? Pleeease!”

You sit up and hear a loud laughter from the inner yard. The town kids. Mostly humans, but Alethaine’s best friend is a dwarf boy, an Innkeeper’s son. All younger than ten, careless and brave like all the kids of this age no matter the race and social status.

“Cover your ears”, you say, making yourself get out of bed. You hate being stuck at home for so long – your body craves fights – but having a little child puts certain limitations.

“Thanks!”, Alethaine bares her fangs.

For the last month, you’ve been alone with Alethaine. Astarion left in the late month of Uktar, complaining that he didn’t want to travel in that awful northern weather and that there is nothing more disgusting than autumn. 

“It’s cold and I will have to sleep in the dirt. Besides, hags are “known” for their hospitality!”

Simple as that. A daughter of one of the noble families fell in love with someone from the common folk. He rejected her, and she made a deal with a hag to get him. The hag turned the girl into something and locked away. So, her family searched for help and eventually got to Astarion – the only person who knew how to deal with both supernatural contracts and the monsters themselves.

“Well, I will either find a loophole to save this idiot of a girl. Or I will have to fight the hag. Not the first time. Gods, good thing Alethaine is going to be much smarter than that!”

You smile. Since Alethaine was born, Astarion has been very sensitive about cases when a young woman, someone’s daughter, is trapped by supernatural forces. Astarion can deny it but he imagines Alethaine trapped the same way.

“Alethaine! Where are you?”, the dwarf boy throws a snowball into the door with a loud thump.

“Coming!”

Astarion was supposed to come back a week ago. Before Alethaine was born you had dealt with such things together. Be it a monster hunting or helping with contracts. But life changed seven years ago. 

You two became parents.

A little girl, a silver-curled elf with long pointy ears, is so delicate as if made of crystals. She has long vampiric fangs and can walk on the ceilings. A tiny copy of her father — Astarion was in tears when he realized that. 

“Bye!”, Alethaine wears her warm winter coat and hat but her long ears stick out.

“Cover them!”

“It hurts when I do that!”

You sigh. Elven ears are so sensitive it hurts to tuck them under heavy winter hats. As a half-elf yourself you can relate though yours are much smaller.

You take a scarf and wrap your daughter’s head in it. By doing that you can’t resist touching her ears which twitch a bit. The girl giggles, baring her fangs. It’s a funny image – the dhampir fangs grew up many years ago and didn’t show any signs of being “baby fangs”. They were probably a single set for all her life which will last for many centuries, growing along with the rest of her body.

But her “baby” incisors have already fallen out.

“Alethaine! Come on!” the dwarf boy waves to her. Alethaine frees herself from your hands and rushes toward her friends.

The moment she is outside, she takes the scarf freeing her ears to the cold air. 

You let it go. 

Sticking at home on your own is boring so you take out a two-handed ax and go outside to take care of it. You never know when the weapon is needed. Here, far in the wilderness dangers lurk in the dark. Wild trolls, gnolls, werewolves, bandits, name it yourself. Townsfolk aren’t people of war and they rely on you, a retired adventurer, to protect them. 

So, you always have to be ready.

The process completely takes you over as the early night falls upon the world and prickly stars start shining in the skies.

And then suddenly…

You are lifted in the air by strong hands.

“Astarion!” you exclaim and wrap your hands around his neck.

He kisses you and then looks into your eyes with love and adoration. But you can’t help but notice he is exhausted, with bruises and dark circles under his crimson eyes.

“Did something go wrong?”

“Darling, there was an obnoxious princess who could not take “no” for an answer, her brother who doesn’t process the idea that he is not as smart as he thinks. And three hags. Three, not one! And each of them had a personal contract with the girl, each contradicting the other one. What could possibly go wrong?”

“So, did you save the girl?”

“Depends. She won’t have to spend another five centuries being locked in a mirror. But she will be the hags’ servant for eighteen years, six for each of them. They also wanted to transform her into something I would call a half-rotten gnoll, but I managed to talk them out of it.”

“Two decades is long for a human.”

“Well, she wanted to make that boy her mindless lover for the rest of his human life so I think it’s fair. Her family didn’t agree, though, so I had to return on my own.”

“Did they pay you?”

“No, I stole some valuable possession of theirs”, he puts you on the ground and slips a ring on your finger. “It’s not enchanted, I checked.”

The ring is beautiful. It looks as if the fire was trapped inside it.

You two kiss again and get inside. The moment Astarion steps into the bedroom he starts undressing – he probably has been dreaming of getting rid of the dirty clothes for weeks. 

You smile. You’ve seen him undressing and naked thousands of times but you never get tired of it.

“I’ve seen Alethaine. She made those human children carry her on the sled,” he says.

 “If they don’t treat her well, who would sneak to other people’s houses to steal sweets?”

It is a common complaint. Apparently, Alethaine learned that if her feet are bare she makes no sound walking on the ceilings.

“I am tearing apart against the necessity to punish her for that and admiring her skills”, Astarion adds.

“You were a magistrate; I think you can find words to persuade a seven-year-old.”

“It’s much easier to persuade a devil than Alethaine!”

“Who could she take it from?”

He laughs and you approach Astarion for another kiss. You missed him. Gods knows, you missed him. You caress his strong shoulders ready to start something more sensual.

“Love”

“Hm?”

“I don’t want to.”

You pull away and touch his cheek. There aren’t enough words in your vocabulary to express how proud you are of him. It’s been twenty-seven years but he still has issues with saying “no” to you. And you often find yourself in an intimate situation when you suddenly realize he doesn’t want to take part in it. Maybe, not to upset you. Maybe, out of stubbornness.

“Sure. What do you want, then? Bath? Blood? Sleep?”

“Everything you mentioned in that exact order.”

“Wait, I will prepare the bath.”

… Soon enough, Astarion sinks himself into the bathtub and you start washing his curls out of dirt while he scrubs his skin. You notice some bruises and scratches. They still haven’t healed properly and you try not to think how they looked a week ago.

“Don’t worry. It’s not like I was butchered”, he answers, noticing your concerns.

“I wish I could come with you.”

“Darling. Alethaine is growing faster than a kitten – soon she will be old enough to be on her own. We will be doing this together again.”

You smile. Yes, that’s true. As a half-elf, you have much more time than humans. You are sixty-three, your human siblings are either long dead or very old. But you still look like you did when you were twenty. You have more than a century of life ahead. Plenty of time. For adventures, for miracles, for everything. Maybe, even for another child. 

You spend what looks like a pleasant eternity like this. Talking, laughing, smiling. At least twice Astarion takes your hand graciously and drinks blood from your wrists. His bruises and scratches immediately heal. Whatever blood he managed to take in the winter woods wasn’t enough.

When the water gets cold, Astarion gets out and dresses in clean clothes, a white shirt with an embroidered dragon and black trousers. 

… Together you sit in front of the fireplace. Astarion hugs you and you silently look at the fire. 

A loud thump wakes you from bliss. 

“Dad!” Alethaine cries out and in a moment the girl is on her father's lap.

“Hello, princess,” he stands up, lifting the girl in the air. You notice her ears have a purple color. “I see your teeth keep falling out”

Altethaine grins. And Astarion plants a gentle fatherly kiss on her forehead.

“Wait a moment, I brought you something” He puts Alethaine back on her feet, and she yawns like a cat. 

Astarion pulls out two books out of his travel sack. Alethaineimmediately opens the first one. You can see pictures and intricate Elven letters – despite being a half-elf you never learned how to read it, meanwhile Alethaine had learned to read and write both Common and Elven before she turned five.

“Is it Elven?” she asks. “I can’t understand what is written!”

“It’s Old Elven. A little bit different from the one we speak.”

Alethaine opens the other book and sees an image of an Elven woman with long silver hair, and dark eyes.

“She looks like me,” Alethaine says,

“Yes, that’s what I thought.”

You look at them unable to stop smiling. Monsters. A vampire and a dhampir. 

Your beloved monsters. The daughter and the husband. Sometimes you treat them like something given – besides, what is more “traditional” for a mortal woman than a child and a spouse? But Astarion never forgets, even for a moment, that these normal things are supposed to be impossible. He isn’t supposed to have a home, a wife, and a child. 

You remember him crying with the newborn in his arms. Mere seven years ago. You remember coming back from a “dragon slaying travel” in the middle of the night to see Astarion and Alethaine sliding down a hill together. You remember his stare – which he gives you every single morning. The look of adoration, love, and gratitude. 

The girl yawns once again, and you notice how sleepy she is. 

“Are you hungry?”

“No,” the girl pouts. “I wanna sleep.”

“Oh, all right then. But come downstairs if you feel hungry”, Astarion strokes her silver hair.

Alethaine approaches you and wraps her hands around your neck. You feel a soft prickle of her fangs on your shoulder. 

“Have a good sleep, kitten”, you say.

Alethaine snatches both of the books from the table and goes away. Unlike Elven children, Alethaine does sleep. Like a predator, deep in her dreams but waking up a moment something off happens. 

“So, I think we should follow her example”, Astarion lifts you up in the air bridal style. “It’s tediously boring to sleep alone, do you agree?”

You giggle. When Astarion leaves, Alethaine doesn’t let you sleep alone. She crawls into her parents' bed and hugs you from behind pressing her little nose into your back. Anyone would think the girl is afraid of darkness or monsters.

But it’s not that.

Alethaine, a half-monster herself, sincerely believes her mother needs to be protected. And if Astarion isn’t at home, it’s her duty to make sure nothing comes after you. Maybe you slay monsters with your two-handed ax but who knows what night can hide? 

You caress Astarion’s cheek.

“Yes, how could I even fall asleep without my beloved monsters?”

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[writefandoms]

Boo Boo

Adrian Tepes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: After a small fight, you two make up in the oddest of ways.

Sculpted by the gods. That’s the best way to describe the dhampir, Adrian Tepes.

He always scoffs when you say stuff like that. But the pink that dusts his pale cheeks is enough to keep the compliments flowing.

Love is a powerful word to describe your feelings for one another. Too powerful- it makes you a bit clammy thinking about it. Four letters but enough to break a person's entire being.

Adrian isn’t as in tune with his emotions as he may like to appear. Either pushing them away, or letting them devour him completely. No in between. Not the healthiest individual, but neither were you.

That’s what makes this all the more terrifying. Working to better yourselves, for each other. Wanting to be a healthier, more open minded person. Together- for each other.

It’s kind of romantic, wanting to change for the better.

Baby steps at first, beginning with drinking more water and eating healthier. Adrian constantly nags you for all the junk you eat, so you allow him to cook whatever he deems “proper cuisine”.

For Adrian, he’s working on relaxing. As bizarre as that sounds, trying to wrestle the man down for an afternoon nap is almost impossible. Now for a half hour a day, he has to either meditate or nap. No reading, or eating, or whatever mindless hobby he’s picked up. Just sitting there, alone with his thoughts.

This little self help duo you formed has been going well for the most part. Up until he showed up.

It wasn’t a big surprise when newcomers came to the little village Adrian founded. Most of them are stragglers, wandering from town to town then leaving after a few nights. And sometimes, rarely, they even come to have dinner in the castle.

He said his name was ‘Owen’, but after the stunt he pulled you’re not even sure that was his real name.

It was your idea to invite him over for dinner, after he told you a sob story about his awful travels and the loss of his parents. Pity invite, but an invite nonetheless.

“Lovely home you got.” His eyes roamed the beautiful interior.

“Thanks but it’s not mine. Adrian’s father passed it down to him.”

“You don’t say.” Even then you should have noticed his wandering eyes.

Dinner went well, he talked about his parents and seemed like a genuinely decent guy. Someone who’s had shit luck and needed to see that there was still goodness in the world.

Well that genuine nature turned out to be a load of horseshit. He wandered off to “take a leak” and you both found him in the attic, trying to swipe some magic weapons. He panicked and grabbed a nearby dagger, swinging it at you. It only nicked you but Adrian beat him to a pulp. You don’t know if the man would be alive if you weren’t there.

After kicking him out and threatening him never to return, it’s been tense between you both. He’s clearly upset but refuses to say anything. Adrian’s always been a bit cautious about inviting guests into the castle, for good reason- Dracula’s castle is known by many.

Laying back to back in the darkness of your shared bedroom is not how you wanted to spend the night. He never lays on his side, claiming it’s better for blood circulation to lay flat on your back- so you know for sure he’s angry. Plus the small dramatic sighs he keeps letting out.

“Are you gonna talk about it or keep sighing all night?” The silent treatment was not part of your self improvement journeys.

“There’s nothing to talk about. Good night.” It's curt and full of attitude.

Sitting up quickly, you look at him. He feels you shifting but makes no move to face you.

“Adrian.”

Nothing.

“Adrian, talk to me.”

Still nothing.

“Fine.”

The feeling of weight lifting off the bed has his attention, as he peeks over his shoulder to watch you grabbing your pillows.

“Where are you going?” He’s sitting up now, watching you clutch your pillow on a journey to the door.

“Sleeping in the guest room.”

He rolls his eyes.

“Don’t be absurd.”

“Adrian you’ve been an ass to me all day. You’re acting like you’re the one who got attacked!”

He looks at your wrapped forearm, sighing and laying back down.

“If you had listened to me in the first place, none of this would have happened.”

“Oh, so now you want to say shit.” Throwing the pillows at the foot of the bed, and crossing your arms. “As if you haven’t invited plenty of people over to the castle.”

“I have not.” The accusation has him sitting up on his elbows, furrowed brow.

“That couple from Lupu?”

“His wife was pregnant.”

“Those kids from Salo?”

“They were too young to be adventuring into the woods at night.”

“That cute guy from Hanna?”

“He was… very hungry.” Fumbling and struggling to keep eye contact.

“And cute.”

Adrian huffs in anger, the pout on his face would be upsetting if it weren’t so adorable.

“And now one bad apple comes through, after a couple dozen good ones.”

Crawling up the bed on all fours has him shifting up a bit. Almost like prey under a predator.

Finally stopping once you’re fully straddling his thighs, knees slightly bent making a perfect seat for your ass.

“You’re being a real arse to me, when I got a boo boo.” You hold up your arm like a wounded animal, giving a small pout.

He takes the bait and gently grasps your wrist, bringing the bandage to his lips. Ever so careful, his lips put barely any pressure on your wound.

“Perhaps…” Adrian pulls his lips away, “I have been a bit of a ‘jerk’.”

“Mmhmm.”

“How can I make it up to you?”

It’s a sweet request, pure even. He’s giving you a look filled with adoration and love. Mouth slightly agape revealing his pearly whites, two fangs one display. Cupping his cheek makes him gulp, the look in your eye making him equal parts nervous and excited.

“I can think of a few things.”

Leaning down, planting a kiss on his jawline, then along his neck, reaching his shoulder. No time to process what’s happening, you dig your teeth into the skin showing from his nightgown.

“Ah!” That cry wasn’t one of surprise, but pleasure.

“There, now we both have boo boos.” The joke doesn’t process with him, too busy panting - eyes not focused on anything.

“You okay?” His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against him. Based on the hardness pressed against your panties, he’s more than okay.

“You liked that?” He only nods, words failing.

He’s too much, and not enough. The pink flush across his cheeks, twitching between his thighs, and soft pants- wetness already damping your underwear.

Hand creeps up his back, landing snuggly in his hair at the base of his head. One small tug and he folds, granting access to the expanse of his neck. Wasting no time, you sink your teeth into the unmarked skin. Not enough to bruise, but it leaves a ring of small crescents. But that's not enough, for either of you.

One bite turns into two, then three, soon his neck is almost as pink as his cheeks. The last bit is the hardest, even when he cries out in pleasure, you don't pull away. Instead giving a small suck to the abused skin.

“Oh- ahh…” He falls back, your weight on top of him. Back of his hand flies up to his mouth, trying to silence some of the cries leaving him.

“When we agreed to try new things, I never had this in mind.”

“Quiet.” He tries to be intimidating, but fails completely.

“Seems like you’re the one making all the noise.” All it takes is small thrusts against his dick to get him squirming again.

Reaching down to rub him through the nightgown, his cock leaving a small wet patch on the fabric.

“P-please…” he whimpers, and just the desperation alone has you throbbing. “Touch me.”

“I am, pretty boy.”

“Don’t be annoying.” he glares, at least tries to. The rubbing becomes full on jerking, making his leg kick a bit. Like he’s full of energy that needs to be released somehow.

Shifting off him, and laying beside him. Pulling the gown up to reveal his muscular thighs and dripping cock. Small veins travel up the shaft, leaking pink tip revealed, twitching and begging for stimulation.

“Wanna come?” These two words have him nodding eagerly, shame is the last thing on his mind right now.

Starting to jerk him off again, and his reaction is immediate. Nothing but a jumble of ‘yes’ and ‘more’.

But once your hand slows to a complete halt, his eyes snap open, irritated.

“I was close.”

“I know.”

Moving down the bed until your mouth is by his crotch, planting a kiss on his weeping tip.

“But I wanted you to finish in my mouth…” his dick twitches, but you still ask, “Is that alright?”

To which he nods so fast he might have pulled something.

Smirking as you bring your lips back to his cock, giving the shaft a few kitten licks, gouging his reaction.

“You wanna come for me, Adrian?” Sucking on his tip, saltiness filling your mouth.

“F-fuck! Yes!” His head tosses side to side, blonde hair splayed against the pillow. Such a lovely sight.

“Good boy.”

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[milkywaydrabbles]

number one with alucard 👀 he got and interest on it but is kinda embarrassed to tell his dear wife but them she's SO into it, she wants nothing more than bend him over and pegg him 🥵

A/N: If I had a nickel for every time someone asked for Alucard to be pegged, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but weird that it happened twice.

AAHH, ty both for asking for this baby boy was so close to being fucked in S3 (fuck the twins tho) crying and leg lifted and EVERYTHING. Let's give him what he wanted! I hope you enjoy reading this MWUAH

Pegging x Alucard

Alucard had been pacing around the castle, waiting for you to get back from your shopping. He decided today was the day he’d bring it up--even though he was absolutely scared shitless. He didn’t think you’d judge him for it...well, kind of. But it was a terrifying thing to ask, the darker parts of his brain telling him that you’d think him less of a man, that you should leave him, that you couldn’t look at him the same way again. It was all stupid, and empty fears, he knew that. But he couldn’t help but fear it all the same. When he heard the door creak open steeled himself and just went for it (after he helped with the groceries!) 

“Hello, my love, how was your trip?” He placed a chaste kiss on your lips, grabbing the baskets you’ve brought along with you for the various meats and vegetables. “ Hmm, good. Happy to be back home.” Your soft voice and bright smile always made his heart nearly stop in his chest. God, how would he bring it up? He stayed quiet until everything was put away, a little too quiet really. “Honey, are you okay?” He flinched at the question, internally cursing himself for being so jumpy. “Ah, yes, well ah--” Deep breath, big boy. “I have a...request. I just...it’s a little embarrassing.” You gave him a moment, taking his hand in yours with a small smile. “Whatever it is, you can say it Adrian. You know I won’t judge you.” Here goes nothing.

“I want you to peg me.”

....did you hear that right?

You blinked at him for a moment, trying to process what he said. “You want me to...”

“Yes, well, I’ve been thinking about this for the last few weeks and--”

“Weeks?”

“--and I think I’m ready to ask you, of course you can say no it’s not that big of a deal--”

“Adrian.”

“But I think I’d like to try--”

“Adrian”

“--Actually never mind we can forget this conversation happened--”

“Adrian!”

He stopped his nonsense just for a moment to look at you, your smile turning into a less than innocent smirk on your face, and he swore you had horns growing from your head.

“Whatever my baby boy wants, he gets.” Ah, fuck

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“B-baby please, a-ah fuck! Feels go-od” Alucard had been babbling on about how good you were making him feel from the moment he felt your lubed up fingers poking and prodding at his hole. It was a work in progress, going slow each second to make sure you both were still comfortable with what was happening. But any awkward tension quickly flew out the window when the dhampir started whimpering from your ministrations of the first finger. You couldn’t help but get wet, seeing him so pliable already and you’ve barely begun. “Adrian, you should have told me sooner you wanted this~” You cooed, adding a second finger into his ass, waiting for him to get accustomed before fucking them deeper into his hole. “Look at you, so desperate already.” Alucard grabbed at you, embarrassed at how whiney he was, shutting himself up by kissing you and hoping he could catch his bearings. You nipped at his lower lip, slipping your tongue into his mouth as you fingered him, finally adding a third finger and hearing his wanton moans like a bitch in heat. “You sound so slutty, pretty boy. You want me to fuck you?” You peppered kisses across his face, trailing down his neck and chest until finding purchase on a cute pink nipple. He nodded, arching himself closer to you. He nearly cried when you stopped your movements to look at him expectantly. “I need to hear you Adrian. Do you still want this?” 

Ah, a moment of doubt creeping into your face. You needed the reassurance. “Yes, yes, please don’t stop. I need you to fuck me.” His face flush with need, wiggling his hips to urge you to continue. That was all you needed to hear. You smiled at him, like you always do, and laved a wet stripe over his nipple once more, curling and scissoring your fingers to make sure he was properly prepped for the strap you currently had on. “Doing so well, taking my fingers sweet boy. Gonna take good care of you, I promise.” Your sweet words had him in a daze, panting underneath you and legs nearly trembling with anticipation. You leaned back onto your knees, taking the bottle of lube and lathering up, and Alucard couldn’t take his eyes off you. Seeing your body already made him hot, he loved looking at your naked. You were absolutely perfect. But seeing you like this--domineering, hovering above him with what he deemed your cock in your hands, slowly stroking it to make sure it was covered in lube for his comfort, made his head spin. He whimpered, opening his legs more ready to take you. “Aw,” you cooed “such a good boy for me” You lined yourself up with his entrance, teasing at his hole. “You want my cock?” This time you were simply teasing him, smirking. “Please, angel I need it” 

You pushed him, stretching his ass so deliciously with the cock strapped he couldn’t help but cry out. “Fuck, Adrian, I can have you like this for hours baby. You look so good, so fucking good.” You praised, goosebumps raising on his skin with every sweet word. “A-Angel, keep going please” He whined, bucking his hips in hopes for more friction. You complied, pulling out to the tip only to slam back in, biting your lower lip when you heard how whorish he sounded. You thought you could cum just from the view and sounds alone. You pushed down until your hips were flush with his, hands grabbing at his hips and angling yourself until you saw the tears streaming down his face and eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Feels so good, feels so so good, fu-uck darling I can’t, please please please don’t stop.” Adrian let go all inhibitions, just focusing on the pleasure as you fucked deep into his hole, bumping your cock onto his prostate so nicely it made him see stars. He felt a hand caress at his face, wiping away the tears. He could make out some of the words you were saying, but his ears were ringing and he kept moaning and whimpering as you fucked him. Words like ‘good boy’, ‘so pretty’ , ‘slutty baby’. He couldn’t take it, the feeling so fucking good he begged to let him touch himself (you never told him no to begin with). 

“Go ahead, sweet boy, touch yourself while I fuck you.” 

A hand immediately wrapped around his painfully hard cock, pre-cum globs dribbling down his shaft. His movements were jerky, but he didn’t care. The pleasure of you fucking him deep and hard with his hand fisting at his cock, Alucard wasn’t going to last very long now. His words all jumbled together, simply nonsense babbling away as the knot tightened in his stomach. “Go ahead and cum for me, darling boy.” You whispered, unsure if he could even hear with how noisy he was. You burned the image into your mind, hoping he’d let you do this again if you asked nicely. You fucked into him as quickly as you could, movement so unnatural for you but you couldn’t help but want to do better for your sweet boy. He breath hitched as ropes of cum decorated his stomach and chest, cock twitching in his hand as he stuttered out how good he felt. 

Sweat dripped from his brow, smile plastered on his face with a dazed, fucked out look in his eyes. He looked at you adoringly, reaching up at you to bring you down for a kiss which you happily complied. Slowly you slipped out, not wanting to hurt him in any way, not breaking the kiss. “Thank you, thank you...” he murmured with each kiss, nuzzling at your nose. “Let’s get you cleaned up, sweet boy, then rest.” You parted to take off the strap, barely having time to remove it from your hips before he stopped you from moving any further from him. You cocked a brow, unsure of what he wanted next. 

“You didn’t think I wasn’t going to return the favor, did you?”

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

[kiatheinsomniac]

Could I request a scenario where Alucard and reader are woken up by their baby crying in the night?

notes: writing babies/children isn't my forté but I hope that I did alright <3

pairing: Alucard x Reader

word count: 0.7k

warnings: feeding blood to part-vampire babies (felt like it needed a warning in case anyone was uncomfortable with that mental image)

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Red bottle

You scrunched your eyes up against the noise that woke up up, taking in a deep breath through your nose as you broke away from unconsciousness and you opened your eyes to see Alucard already getting out of bed. He swung his legs out of bed and you could hear him groan slightly as he stretched his back and tied his long hair back in one swift movement before going over to the cradle that had been set at the foot of the bed. You rubbed your eyes and sat up to help your husband as he lifted your baby out from the cradle, holding her close and gently jogging her in his hold. 

“Give her here, you got up last time and I don’t even remember you coming back to bed.” You murmured with outstretched arms. He gently shook his head. 

“No, you’ve been looking after her all day and you need to rest more than I do, remember?” You got out of bed to rest your head against his shoulder, wrapping one arm around his back while your other hand rested on where your baby was wrapped up in her blanket. 

“Adrian, my love, I may be mortal but I’m not made of glass. You have so much to do around the village tomorrow, the people need you and you need to rest.” 

“I’ll be fine.” He murmured back, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “There isn’t much left to try if she won’t stop crying…” He trailed off, looking down at your daughter pitifully, “She has more mortal heritage, yes, but she’s still a dhampir and it could be blood that she needs but we can’t know.” You frowned at the thought. The idea of your baby being fed blood, potentially unnecessarily, didn’t sit well with you but you had been prepared for the possibility that she may well need it before you went into parenthood with Alucard. You wondered if this is how Lisa and Dracula ever struggled with Alucard – were they unsure when to treat him as a human baby and when to treat him as a vampire baby too? 

“Alright.” You nodded your head, “We’ll give it a try but if it doesn’t stop her crying or she rejects it… we stop.”

“Of course we do.” Alucard replied as he passed her into your arms and you sat down on the edge of the bed. “There may still be some pig’s blood in the cellar. I’ll take a look around.” He pressed another kiss to your forehead while you weakly nodded, holding your daughter close as she cried. You inwardly cursed the lack of knowledge of dhampirs and suddenly you craved a set of in-laws to tell you what to do, what they had done with Alucard. You knew very little of your daughter’s nature, just that being a quarter vampire was undoubtedly having an impact on how quickly she was ageing. 

“Shh, I know.” You whispered, holding her close to your heart, “We’re trying to help…” Alucard came back soon with pig’s blood that he had prepared in a bottle and came to sit down beside you, folding one of your legs behind you and leaning over your shoulder, reaching around you so that the both of you could hold the bottle. It took a few seconds for you to really bring it to your daughter’s attention before she latched down on it and you sighed in relief as she tried to reach up to hold it with the two of you, chugging it down happily. You let out a sigh of relief and let your head fall back against Alucard’s shoulder as he looked down at the two of you. 

“Beautiful quiet.” You smiled up at him. 

“Seeing as the rapid growth counts as a vampiric ability, I suspected that she might need some blood to keep that up, that she was draining herself without it.” You hummed contentedly as you slumped back against your husband, feeling his arms wrap around you, one hand coming up to gently caress his daughter’s cheek as you held the bottle to her mouth. 

The two of you set her back in the cradle when she finished the bottle, climbing into bed together and feeling Alucard pull you close, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. 

“Get some rest, my love.” 

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#alucard x reader #alucard castlevania #adrian tepes x reader #adrian tepes #adrian fahrenheit tepes #adrian tepes x you #castlevania fic #castlevania fanfiction #castlevania

[kane25]

Linked Universe but it is Vampire Hunter au Part 1

Twilight: Time´s grandson

Born from a forbidden relationship between a hylian woman and a vampire. He is a dhampir that belongs nowhere, neither light nor darkness.

Stuck with the curse of being a creature that shouldn't come to exist. That's why he is trying to live his life as a normal human in an isolated village away from vampiric nonsense called Ordon.

And everything changes when a rogue vampire attack his beloved village.

Has to leave everything he knows behind.

Who is Wolfie?

It is animalistic and dangerous. No wonder the dhampir can't control Wolfie as much as he begs.

Dusk needs to find someone to help him with his vampiric powers.

Enter Wild!

About eating habits:

He can eat normal food but sometimes need a little drop of blood to subdue hunger.

nobody tells him where the blood comes from since they are afraid of how he is gonna react if he knows the truth. While suffering from nightmares because of it.

Time: A extremely experienced vampire hunter.

About family:

He is married to Malon, a beautiful redhead woman that lives on a ranch called Lon Lon.

Time has been over the moon when he learns about the pregnancy. He is a gonna be a great father to his little redhead girl.

As she grows old, his daughter runs away from home with her vampire lover.

About work:

While trying to balance work and family life, he sometimes forgets important dates like birthdays.

As he grows old, Time needs to train the new generation of vampire hunters for the sake of the organization that he already retires from.

Out of a new vampire hunter recruits, he decides to train a young boy named Wind as his sore successor.

About a specific co-worker:

He is jealous of Twilight and Wild´s relationship. It seems more brotherlike than the mentee and mentor relationship.

Twilight relies so much on Wild that Time is afraid of never meeting his grandson.

Not so happy with Lullaby´s cousin that he wasn't chosen to be Twilight´s mentor.

Wild: a promising vampire hunter that was left alone in the wilderness when he was a baby.

A/N: He can date Zelda or Sidon. I don't mind Zelink or SidLink. I love those pairings with all my heart. They can be together if you want. Don't accept Yoona slander in this house

If Zelda is dating Link, Sidon is with Yoona.

If Sidon is dating Link, Zelda is with Yoona.

About romantic relationship:

He is dating someone. Nobody knows whose he or she is. Well, he is deeply in love with that person.

About his pup:

Firstly, he didn't know why Flora´s cousin chose him as a mentor for a young dhampir.

Wild sees himself in Twilight. He clearly cares about the dhampir like a big brother.

He knows the teenager looks up to him so much.

The vampire hunter uses his own blood to help Twilight with hunger problems without him knowing.

About specific co-worker:

He doesn't like the idea of Time stealing his mentee. Despite knowing those two are related by blood.

Time already got a mentee to care for. He doesn't need another one to his repertoire.

#vampire #legend of zelda #linked universe #lu twilight #lu time #lu wild #reverse roles #vampire hunter au #zelink #sidlink #malink #wolf link #lu wolfie #dhampir

[bhaalsdeepbat]

Keep thinking about the .00001% chance my Durge has a kid, and how impossible the circumstances would have to be, but also how both posh and feral a child raised by Durge and Astarion would be 😭

Like this baby is so good at using their baby charms to get everything they want but sometimes it's ridiculous shit like. You have this super spoiled child who is kind of a brat sometimes, but secretly a huge softy and is actually VERY well behaved for their parents & extended family...for the most part.

Sometimes a feral streak will hit them and they'll get the combination Dhampir/Bhaalspawn Zoomies. They're running around yelling about paving a path in corpses, Astarion is moving at top Vamp speed to keep up, Storm Sorc Durge flying over every which way trying to prevent shit from breaking/falling. But this is still just a child so at a certain point they overdo it and Astarion & Durge just fucking find them passed out with some squirrels they drained then slaughtered.

But also imagine the hunger this poor child would experience. Like they're the creation of two people with nearly uncontrollable appetites. The "Pets or food?" Dichotomy to an extreme. Living beings are literally their life source and their offering to the God whispering violence in their ear day in & day out. Cus you know Bhaal would be giving that little Bhaalspawn Special Attention. Cus he's petty af.

Like it would be so tragic, but could be such a good "resisting hunger & urges" story to explore esp with having to live their lives with both bc Dhampir Bhaalspawn baby wouldn't have Withers to take Bhaal's blood from them

#withers saw them giving Arabella REALLY bad advice and was like this child will NOT be staying here with you two idiots #she needs better influences #also this situation is so impossible #i think Mercy would have done shit to ruin their reproductive system before being lobotomized #i know it could be fixed magicallu #but they wanted to make sure everything they could do w the control they did have at the time #to end this cycle bc there is no way theyre giving more to the cult when they've already given the bhaalists #everything mercy is and more #but that isnt enough bhaal also wants their children and children's children #that being said #catch me drawing this dhampir bhaalspawn abomination #prettiest little thing with the sharpest claws and a jaw that opens up like #fuck what was that old vampire movie where their mouths opened up four directions #like their faces peeled open #i think the bhaalspawn shit would fuck up how the vampirism manifested #and make this child so fucked up looking when fully transformed but #when in their usual form theyre the prettiest little thing #the sarevok letter out here singlehandedly supporting my thought that Durge would still have some Durge Things going on #bhaal just took away their inheritance AND his ability to take over their body like a puppet was rescinded #i think Durge would still have Durge Thoughts #but it isnt their blood whispering and fighting to take control. they're #just dealing with intrusive thoughts that dont take over and cause them to black out #but they see that happening to THEIR child???? #like the helplessness knowing they cant do a damn thing #astarion and durge going on a journey to save their baby #neither of them wanted the damn thing but now theyre attached 🙄 #bat writes #never love an anchor

[evillittlebirdie]

Implore (Astarion/Tav)

Warning! Major Character Death

TW: Death In Childbirth

No. 16: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

Gurney | Flatline | “Don’t go where I can’t follow.”

***

"Raphael...I have come to make a deal..."

"Ah, little vampling...you must truly be desperate to show up to my lair, asking me for a deal..."

"I want Her back. And I will give you anything for Her. My body, my immortality, my mind, my-"

"Firstborn son?"

Part One

For once, Astarion was glad he couldn't see his reflection. If he had to look at the face of the incompetent wretch that failed Her, he would strike the mirror to shards. 

Hubris once clouded his vision. Astarion's love was an elf and a mighty hero. She would live for centuries. By then, they would find a way to immortalize Her body and mind. They had decades to walk under the stars, make love by moonlight, and hold each other through the night. They had years to explore the realm, make new companions, and finish adventures. 

She had a novel idea.

He remembered when She delightedly showed him the book. 'A child. Born of a vampire and a mortal. Our child.' Astarion's mind flashed with memories of the orphaned children at their camp. Astarion was jealous of the attention but couldn't deny the joy on Her face. Who was he to deny Her?

Astarion liked their life as it was. But what She wanted, She received. To Astarion, she was the God that answered when all others ignored him. He would have given Her the world. She wanted a Life.

'There is always a risk,' the midwife told them. But Astarion arrogantly ignored the crone's words. This wasn't some waif pushing out a sickly bastard. This was Her. She was the savior of Baldur's Gate, giving birth to a Dhampir. She brought down the Netherbrain. Indeed, She could handle what thousands of people did each day. 

As a male, Astarion was put out of the birthing room with only Gale out of everyone to keep him company. Shadowheart was allowed to sit with Her. The two had invited themselves over to help with the baby. She, in Her infinite kindness, welcomed them with open arms. 

Gale and Astarion sat awkwardly on the cushioned bench outside the doorway. Astarion was worrying about the threads of the fabric with his nails. Pulling, tugging, snatching. She was screaming, and he was drawn to Her. Gale kept patting his shoulder. Something about it 'being natural'. Childbirth was inherently painful. 

The smell of blood was thick in the air. Astarion could feel his mouth begin to salivate. He hadn't drank one drop from Her body once the midwife confirmed the pregnancy. Since then, Astarion was Her servant. She barely lifted a finger with him around. 

Astarion wasn't particularly excited about parenthood. His own parental memories were lost to time, fuzzy and untouchable. But if She wanted his participation, he would give it. There was a…fondness Astarion had for some of the tiefling children. Perhaps something more could form once he had the baby in his arms.  

At the very least, the baby needed to arrive to ease Her suffering. The pregnancy was difficult for Her. How Astarion resented the unborn child for causing Her pain and lethargy. But She loved this child and frequently spoke of Her excitement. She would be a perfect mother. 

They had finished decorating the nursery when She felt the first sign of labor. Hours later, Astarion waited impatiently outside as his love wailed. Something sharp and piercing cut through the air. Even Gale froze. The moans indicated something more than typical labor pains. The screams suddenly halted. Then, a baby's cry broke the silence. Long, strong, and healthy. Gale let out a relieved chuckle, "Congratulations, Astarion."

Something was wrong. A dark, imposing force invaded the area around them. 

Shadowheart was the open who finally opened the door. She held a small bundle in her arms. She couldn't hide that she quickly closed the door after her. She smiled, but the expression did not meet her eyes. It was too tight. Shadowheart murmured, "It's a boy. Purple eyes like his mother, but no mistaking that snow-white hair..." 

"You're not telling me something," Astarion pointed out. Something primal pulled from his heart to the bundle. He walked over to her, momentarily distracted by the tiny face staring back at him. It was true. The little boy had his mother's eyes, but his hair and ears were all him. "Oh...Oh..." Astarion whispered, sufficiently distracted from Her. Shadowheart extended the bundle to him. Hesitantly, Astarion took the baby from her, adjusting the little creature in his arms. 

"Well, handsome boy, aren't you? Of course you are. You're mine," Astarion cooed. The boy blinked his eyes at him inquisitively. The look in his eyes, that purple hue, reminded Astarion of the pending matter. 

"I'm not a doctor, but I believe the boy is supposed to be with his mother," Astarion pointed out, stepping forward. Shadowheart suddenly stopped him, avoiding his gaze. "Shadowheart...what aren't you telling me?" He challenged. She wouldn't look at him. Inflamed, Astarion shoved by her, cradling the baby in the crook of his arm before opening the door. 

Purple eyes, impossibly vast and blank, stared at him. She was on the bedroll in a puddle of Her own blood. The midwife and her words were irrelevant. Astarion only used her as a prop. He shoved the baby into her arms, ignoring the sudden cry from his son. People were calling his name, but it was irrelevant. Astarion fell to his knees. Fresh blood had never nauseated him before. He pulled Her into his arms, his ear pressed to his chest. He listened for the sound of a heartbeat. No, She just had to be weak and listless. She couldn't be gone. She was the Savior of Baldur's Gate. Something as mundane and typical as birth couldn't take Her from him. They had years, decades, and centuries together. And one day eternity. 

Something soft and faint reverberated in her chest. Astarion almost wept with relief and delight. "Oh, my love. I heard you. Please, again..." But Her heart would never beat again. Her slight body felt so heavy in his arms. She was gone.

And he wailed. 

#whumptober 2023 #no.16 #Would you lie with me and just forget the world? #gurney #flatline #don't go where I can't follow #baldur's gate 3 #fanfiction #death tw #childbirth tw #bg3 fanfiction #astarion/tav

[rosellawolf]

Masterlist of all my KINNPORSCHE FICS!

Just Smut

1. Leather Never Looked So Good! (Kinn/Porsche)

Porsche is dressed in leather, and Kinn is in a meeting preventing him from getting his hands on said leather-clad Head of his security... and he is going to fix it!

2. Sugar and Rubies (Kinn/Porsche - SugarDaddy/SugarBaby AU)

Sugar Daddy Kinn + Sugar Baby Porsche + Changing Room + Diamonds + Rubies + Gold = absolute filth and sex!

Kinn covering Porsche in jewellery is the sane equivalent of a dog peeing all over a fire hydrant to declare it as theirs, also Vegas and Kinn have a slight sex competition in the background of this fic.

3. Happily Bloody After (Kinn/Porsche)

Porsche was Kinn's Phoenix, his perfect weapon, and like all perfect things... they needed to be taken care of.

There had been more than one occasion where Kinn had stroked his cock to the flames of desire licking at his heart at the thought of Porsche’s surrender to him. The heady feeling cutting into his very being at the knowledge that Porsche was their source of fear, but for him, Porsche was his harbour, holding him steady through each storm.

4. Give Me the Throne, and I Will Burn It to Rise Above Its Ashes (Kinn/Porsche)

“The Russians have agreed to entering talks with us regarding the procurement of Elysium. With so much still needed to be done for both our sides, I would delegate this matter to Kim—”

“Khun Korn, it must not have been made known to you yet, but a deal has already been struck on the side of Khun Porsche.”

A corner of Porsche’s lips quirked up into a smirk, finger placidly tracing the rim of the amber-filled crystal tumbler. His eyes flicked to Korn, and the shade of red that the old man’s face had adopted almost matched the burgundy of Porsche’s shirt.

SMUT with PLOT!

1. I Want Your Blood to Drip like Diamonds (Kinn/Porsche, Vegas/Pete, Time/Tae, Kim/Chay)

Immortality can only bring one so much enjoyment before the world around begins to dull. Kinn longs for the fight, for the chase to earn submission, no longer lusting after it when readily given.

A duty to a club hosting the upper echelons of his kind might finally fill the gaping hole in his life when their latest fighter is presented before him, a rare find... a Dhampir that goes by the name, Phoenix, and oh how he wants to feel his fire burn him from the inside out.

Feelings

Gain a Crown, Lose Your Soul (Kinn character analysis with PLOT)

The betrayal of his Pa weighs heavily on Kinn's soul, the knowledge that he played a part in clipping the wings of Kinn's Phoenix makes him want to scream.

As he stares at his own ring, all Kinn can think of is all the choices he had made that lead him to this point, and how much he had given to make the man he called his Pa, proud of him.

I recommend listening to Human by Rag’n’Bone Man while reading this

Empress of the Chessboard AU (Orignal female character/Khun, Kinn/Porsche, Kim/Chay, Vegas/Pete)

Empress of the Chessboard

What if instead of two Kittisawat siblings, there were three?

Korn may think he has all his pieces lined up perfectly on the chessboard, but a new challenger is crossing an ocean to show him exactly who truly runs the mafia underworld.

Chapter 1-5: Episode 10 Chapter 6-12: Episode 11 Chapter 13- 15: Episode 12 Chapter 16-22 : Episode 13 Chapter 22- 30: Episode 14

2. Blood is Not the Only Thing that Makes a Family

After all the dust had settled, and the family tolerates each other to an extent, the two eldest of both the Theerapanyaul and Kittisawat siblings decide that it is time for a vacation far far far away from the prying eyes and ears of one man

And what better place than a Lion's den?

[outlawqueen2016]

What does the southern part of #India have in common with the southern part of the #United #States #of #America?

Well, for starters, the same bloodline horde.

The #Confederacy was founded by #AnastasiaDominis in 2011, using my stolen identity as a lost Princess of #Agribah, shortly after May 18, 2011 when #AnastasiaDominis ran me over with a pearl #Chevy #tahoe in the parking lot of Genoa-Kingston High School, over 5 hours after the commencement ceremony for the graduating class of 2011 had completed.

#AnastasiaDominis is the inbred offspring of Timothy Nichols Thompson, also known through history as, Jack. This man is the biological son of Lori Babbs. #AnastasiaDominis, Lori Babbs, and Timothy Nichols Thompson are currently citizens of the #United #States #of #America and through the use of #Kremlin IT, have control of the #United #States #of #America, #Congress, the #Supreme #Court, and have interfered with the #monarchy of #Britain.

The goal of the #Kremlin, as understood by #Outlaw #Nation is to destroy humanity through the introduction and population of #abominations. The individuals farmed from this bloodline, #Dominis, are carriers of #Gonorrhea. These #abominations fled the #west when #Outlaw #Nation was cracking down on the hostage houses, specializing in nested dolls, also known as, pregnant babies.

These #abominations sought refuge with my imposter, #AzzaCohen, in #India. #AzzaCohen chose to be part of the lineup of #Dominis women bending over, with their bare buttocks in the air, before a window, during an adolescent enrichment program centering around governance. That is to say, her exaulted Sultan, Nehanegraham, was slighted by #AzzaCohen, as #AzzaCohen left the prayer circle led by Neha and joined the line up of prostitutes, next to #AnastasiaDominis, auditioning for the title of Slava de Kremlin.

The royal court of the Imperial Russian bloodline, staunch representatives of #Transylvania, and I watched in absolute horror, as ancient dhampires drank from these teenage girls and engaged in the act of fornication publicly.

These two regions, the #Confederacy and the southern regions of #India, are human farms. These humans are farmed for the sex trade, where they are tortured, poisoned, and when their life is at its end; they are processed, some while still alive, into Elixir. The market for the Elixir is comprised of the #bourgeois #class. A derivative of the upper middle class, which inserts itself as a middle man between business dealings, making its money by, essentially, raising prices for the end consumer.

[spacebarbarianweird]

The Dead, the Half-Dead and the Undead

Synopsis: Baby Alethaine is ten and, apparently, the thing she is a dhampir isn't the only problem Astarion and Tiriel have to face.

Tags: dadstarion, dhampirs, necromancy

Alethaine's age: 10

Thanks @queenofthespacesquids for beta-reading!

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Masterlist

Headcanons

Astarion immerses himself in one of his books. It is a complex text that has been written by some ancient magic who had probably been completely insane

Necromancy is an interesting subject, but damn difficult for those without an innate aptitude for it.

It's still midday, but out there in the underground part of Daggerlake, it doesn't matter. The city is divided into two parts, above ground and underground. The city is mostly populated

by dwarves, halflings, and humans but for some reason it feels like home for Astarion.

Besides, the town dwellers had decided they'd better have a vampire of their own than be threatened by other undead.

Astarion is still puzzled by this. Yes, these people should be grateful to him and Tiriel for saving them from a particularly nasty fairy pact. But letting them stay? Tiriel, a half-elven warrior, is one thing, but him, a vampire? Do they really want to share the town with him?

But they are fine. They treat him like others would treat some retired wizard or a former mercenary. But he knows he must be careful - one mistake and the neighbors will remember who Astarion truly is and that there is a reason why he never goes to the upper town in the daylight.

And there is a complication Astarion always has to take into account.

“Dad! Dad!”

Astarion looks up and sees ten-year-old Alethaine. She is upside down, but the hem of her dress brushes the ceiling, ignoring gravity. There's a bit of forest dirt on the girl's shoes, and he can distinguish the smell of wood.

“I told you not to go alone,” Astarion says. When she was younger, Astarion often found it difficult to parent her. The moment she asked something or started crying, he was ready to do anything just to make her feel better. It took him time to get a grip and establish boundaries. He is her father. If he wants the best for her, he has to be strict sometimes. Even if the response is tears and anger. 

“I didn’t go to the woods! I was in the meadow. It’s still in the town!”

Fair enough. The meadow is a favorite place for town kids since it is indeed the forest but their asses won’t get whooped by their parents.

“So, what is it, princess?”

Alethaine jumps on the floor with a soft “thump” and she inclines toward him making direct eye contact. Astarion still wonders sometimes if her eyes black because his eyes used to be, too, or because of her dhampirism. 

Dhampir.

Half-undead. Does Alethaine even understand what it truly means to her? Town kids don’t really care and adore her ability to walk on ceilings and steal sweets for them. But will it last long? She is ten. When she and her friends grow up, they will notice things that make her different. Will they start fearing her the same way town dogs start howling if Alethaine or Astarion pass by? Will they avoid her? Will they force her out of town to go seek her own kind?

“I want a kitten.”

“Princess, last time I checked cats don’t really like us, either.”

Alethaine sits beside him and forces him to close the book. “No, you don’t understand! A week ago, I found a kitten! She didn’t like me at first but I’ve been bringing her food. And today Wyv let me hold her! She doesn’t mind me at all!”

“Wyv?” 

“She is albino! She has red eyes and white fur! I think she went missing from her litter. Or maybe her mother's cat forced her to go. Please! Pretty please! She is so tiny, she won’t make it on her own! And I will take care of her!”

Alethaine stares at him with puppy eyes and her elven ears twitch with anticipation.

“Mum won’t mind, she will be happy there is an animal that doesn’t react to me as if I am some evil entity!”

“Princess, there is a very big chance this poor creature will run away once it senses me in the house. Last time I checked I am still undead.”

“And I am half-undead! Wyv got used to me, she will get used to you, too!”

Astarion flicks the tip of her nose. “But if your mother asks, you forced me to say “yes”.

Alethaine squeals and wraps her hands around his neck forcing him to drop the book. Astarion chuckles when he feels the soft prickling of her teeth on his skin. 

“I will be right back!” Alethaine rushes outside, slamming the door.

He had 200 years of pure misery and it still hurts him to see how much was taken from him. But then… Thirty years of something else. Something he hadn’t wished to have.

A woman to hold and to love who is brave enough to trust and care. 

Fifteen years of adventures, when they could go wherever they wanted and do whatever they desired. Then, they were offered to stay in Daggerlake, a small town near the Unicorn Rim.

Home was a concept unfamiliar to both of them and Tiriel sometimes begged him to return to the road.

But he was adamant. He needed a home. He needed a place to stay. To own. He wanted a place to stash all the artifacts and books they'd found, a comfortable bed to sleep and make love. 

Tiriel wanted it, too, though didn’t admit it.

And five years later the thing he’d least expected happened.

He barely remembers how it was - he was so drunk on blood, he felt his undead heart beating. Then he found Tiriel and dragged her home to pin her to the bed.

As a result…

Alethaine.

His daughter. His flesh and blood. 

Sometimes he treats Alethaine as a matter of course. Most men in Daggerlake have children, and usually more than one. But sometimes Astarion gets distracted and forgets where he is, and only comes back to reality when Alethaine taps him on the shoulder and then Astarion looks at her in awe, wondering how he even deserves her.

Ten years. Such a tiny piece of time but Alethaine’s whole life. Astarion can already see the woman she is becoming. The woman he will be proud of, the woman who will have the freedom he had to fight for.

Suddenly, Astarion realizes Alethaine has been missing for far too long. The meadow isn’t really far away and it’s already sunset - Astarion feels it.

Astarion locks the house and goes looking for his daughter.

It's already night when he gets to the meadow. Alethaine is there sitting on her knees with her head bowed.

“Alethaine, what did we talk about not being outside after sunset?”

She doesn’t answer. Astarion comes closer and sees that her face is red as if she has just stopped crying.

“Princess, what happened?” 

“It’s my fault” she sniffs. “I should have taken her with me right away,” her shoulders tremble and Alethaine bursts into tears once again.

Astarion kneels beside her, not knowing what to do. He still hasn’t learned how to react to her tears properly - so he does the only thing that works all the time with both her and Tiriel and also works for him.

He hugs her.

Through her muffled cries Astarion manages to understand that the albino kitten got out of the shelter and someone kicked her with such effort she died instantly. Now the kitten’s body lies in a small hole in the ground with her mouth wide open and stains of blood on the white fur.

'It's not your fault, it’s the fault of whoever did this, not yours.’

“No, you don’t understand! I could have taken her with me! If you had said “no”, I would have given her to the neighbors! And now she is dead! She is dead because of me!” Now Alethaine almost screams with all the sorrow a ten-year-old girl is capable of.

Astarion hugs his daughter tighter. He often stays with her on his own when Tiriel leaves to do some adventuring job - and usually, Astarion has no trouble. But right now the only thing he needs is for Tiriel to be at home. Because she can find the right words. She always can. Because what exactly does he need to tell Alethaine? It’s the first time she’s witnessed death. And it was the vilest example possible. 

An innocent creature was killed for fun. 

Well, maybe he should find that person and break their legs. It won’t help but maybe it will make Alethaine feel better. 

“Alethaine, let’s go home.” 

Alethaine doesn’t answer. 

“Princess, come on,” he repeats.

His vampiric senses feel that something is wrong. As if something eerie, and unnatural has started to happen.

Astarion glances at the dead kitten.

Then the kitten moves.

“What in hell…,” he mutters. 

It opens its eyes which glow an unnatural green color. The paws twitch, and the mouth opens showing small fangs. 

“Dad! Look! Wyv is alive! She was just wounded! And I thought she was dead!” Alethaine exclaims, grabbing the dead kitten. “We need to show her to the healer!”

Alethaine’s eyes glow with the same eerie shade of green.

Necromancy.

Alethaine has just used the “Rise Animal” spell.

A spell so difficult it takes mages years to learn it. 

Alethaine drops the dead kitten on the ground as if it were a poisonous snake.

“No… What is wrong with her, Dad?”

The kitten immediately sits up and freezes. Waiting for orders. 

“She is dead, isn’t she?” Alethaine sniffs. The kitten doesn't move, staring at her with its resurrected eyes.

Necromancer. If being a dhampir wasn't enough for her. Necromancers have always been outcasts with their abilities to raise the dead and cast the darkest of spells.

Alethaine is one of them. Twice an outcast.

“Alethaine '' Astarion makes her face him. “Listen to me carefully. There must be strings, connecting you with the kitten. Like a puppet doll. You need to cut them.”

“But she will die”

“It is already dead. it’s not a life. Put it to rest.”

Alethaine wipes tears and the weird glowing fades. Alethaine concentrates, looks at her hands, and then makes a movement with her fingers as if she were tearing threads.

The dead kitten falls on the ground like a puppet.

Alethaine sits down tired and exhausted. Resurrecting a creature, even small animals, is a difficult spell requiring much energy even from adult mages. For a ten year old it’s the equivalent of hiking in the mountains. 

Astarion takes Alethaine in their hands.

“Dad?”

“Hm?”

“Will you and mum still love me if I am a necromancer?”

“Of course, we will.”

“You can’t get necrotic damage, can you?”

“Well, I am very undead myself. So fear not, you won’t harm me even accidentally”

“And mum? She is mortal, she can get hurt.”

Astarion sighs. Damn, ‘Tiriel should come back sooner, I can’t answer all those questions’.

“You won’t hurt her. Don’t worry.”

Silence. The little dhampir doesn’t believe him. Alethaine sniffs again.

“Did it hurt when you were resurrected?”

Astarion has to make an effort to keep himself composed. It is still traumatic. Still hurts. Two hundred years of pain. Tortures. Isolation. Transformation.

“I am a vampire, not a ghoul. Ghouls don’t feel anything. They are already dead. you resurrected the flesh but Wyv didn’t feel anything.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am. Alethaine, promise me you won't try to practice alone, all right? No one must know you are a necromancer. People won’t understand. ”

The rest of the walk home is passed in silence. That evening Alethaine refuses to eat, and all attempts to cheer her up fail. She's heartbroken and scared, and whatever is weighing on her mind, she just can't process it. 

He needs to think something up. The sooner, the better. Before Alethaine harms herself or someone in the town.

**

Alethaine can't sleep. 

It's been a week and she feels terrible. There are whispers on the edge of her mind, dark and frightening, they call to her, they promise her something. 

Alethaine can't shut them up.

She sees threads stretching from her fingers to the dead animals. Worse, she feels the threads leading to living people.

Cause them necrotic damage, the darkness whispers. It is going to be fun! Strike fear in them, make them scream, make them cry! And drink their blood if that’s to your liking!

Tiriel didn’t say anything when she heard what had happened. But Alethaine sees uneasiness in her eyes. Of course, she is afraid! There are strings attached to her as well, one or two necrotic spells and she is dead!

Astarion left two days later - he said he would try to look for something. Alethaine cried and begged to take her with him, but he refused. 

Alethaine has locked herself in her room, barely leaving. But the silence and solitude are the fuel for nightmares. For the darkness. For tempting whispers.

The little dhampir gets out of her bed and goes to her parents’ bedroom. Tiriel is fast asleep under a blanket. Peaceful and quiet.

Alethaine fumbles at the door. She is ten, not three! She is too old to sleep with her mother. But the thought of spending one more night alone with those whispers feels awful.

“Kitten? Are you alright?”

“Mum… can… I…”

“Come here.”

Alethaine gets under the blanket and her mother’s arms immediately wrap around her.

“I am afraid,” Alethaine finally admits. 

“I know, Kitten. Dad will think something up.”

“What if I hurt you while he is away?”

“You won’t”

“How can you know that? I am a necromancer!” 

Alethaine turns around to see her mother’s face. 

“Alethaine, you are also a dhampir and I don’t remember you ever trying to drain me. And you’ve had your fangs since you were five months old.”

Alethaine relaxes and hugs mother back. 

“Mum, did you always know dad was a vampire?”

“Hm, I learned it on the third day I think. Woke up to him trying to bite me. He is lucky I’d already liked him.”

“And you weren’t afraid to be with him?”

“No. Your father was a troubled person, not easy to handle. But he was worth it. I know you are scared. People don’t take it easy when someone can cast dark spells. But it doesn’t mean you have to be alone or be a bad person, even if it’s expected. You will meet people who will accept you for who you are. Who will love you. One of the kindest men I knew was a warlock with a devil pact. Things aren’t always what they seem.”

Your mother’s blood is so warm! You’ve tasted it once, remember? When you were dying of bloodlust! Bite her, take what is rightfully yours!

As if hearing the intrusive thoughts, Tiriel hugs her daughter tighter. 

“Whatever happens, we will always be with you. We will help you, we will support you, and no matter what happens, you can always trust us. Even if you do something really bad. ”

Alethaine sniffs and buries her nose in her mother’s neck. 

The darkness steps away, and the girl falls asleep.

She doesn’t have nightmares for the first time that week.

“Alethaine,” she feels a soft tap on her shoulder. “Wake up.”

Alethaine opens her eyes and sees she is still in her parents’ bed. Tiriel, fully dressed, stands at the doors.

“Hm?”

“Dad is back. Could you go down to the basement?”

Alethaine, still half asleep, dresses up and goes down. Her senses immediately tell her Astarion isn’t alone. 

“Hello, princess,” Astarion strokes her head the moment she gets closer.

A man in a dirty red robe sits on the wooden bench. His head is bald and his right eye is missing. Instead, there is a blue gemstone with intricate runes. 

“Astarion, don’t you tell me she is a dhampir.”

“Oh, she very much is! Alethaine, this is Nris. He is going to be your teacher.”

“Astarion, I deeply appreciate you for saving me from that devil but I am not morally ready to teach a dhampir necromancy!”

“I doubt you will be able to pay me. My services are expensive. And I can always sell you back to the devils. I need you to teach my daughter necromancy. End of story.”

“For fuck sake… How old are you?”

Alethaine steps back. “T-ten”

“Fuck, this is the worst age ever! In a year she will hit puberty and it’s bad even without dhampirism and necromancy!”

Alethaine looks at her father.

“Dad, I don't like him.”

“He is a necromancer, princess. People aren’t supposed to like them.”

“Astarion, I knew I shouldn’t have made deals with you! A devil is better than a vampire! At least with devils, I know what to expect! Alethaine, you know what your father did? He took advantage of my desperate situation and forced me to make a pact with him.”

“Nris, don’t be stupid. It’s a working agreement!” Astarion grins. “And I can summon your former master any time, and, I fear, this time he will be harsher on you.”

Nris curses again, and Alethaine makes a note to use one of the slurs next time she gets into a fight. 

The necromancer stretches his right hand, covered in weird tattoos. “Come here, Alethaine.”

Nris sends a shiver down her spine, but Astarion only nudges his daughter slightly, forcing her to approach the mage.

“Dhampir, necromancer, and all this with Fey blood. You did pick the wild cards out of Tasha’s cauldron. What exactly did you do to make your father save my ass from the devils?”

“I-I revived a kitten.”

Nris flinches. “I hate sorcerers to my guts! I’ve spent decades learning how to revive small animals - and you did it just like that! But good for you that you didn’t resurrect a human because if you had, the townsfolk would have burnt you alive. I was trying to make the darkness talk to me and it still doesn’t answer back but it calls upon you like an old friend. Life is truly unfair, Alethaine Ancunin.”

Alethaine is silent, unable to stop staring at the gemstone in the eye socket. The runes move resembling trapped flies. 

“Very well, let’s start from learning the basics!”

**

Astarion leaves the basement. When he glances back he sees Alethaine drawing runes on the floor while Nris is giving her the lecture.

Astarion is tired. He didn’t have time to rest during the week, and besides, the worry of leaving a ten-year-old necromancer who didn’t understand how to control her powers alone with Tiriel plagued him like a nightmare.

Nris doesn’t look like the most decent or talented mage but he is bound to him by a pact and doesn’t have any desire to return to the devils. So, he is going to live in the secret basement under their house and teach Alethaine as much as he can. 

Wild cards out of Tasha’s dungeon. Yes, that’s true. An unlikely child with dangerous skills. 

Astarion finds Tiriel in the inner yard, throwing axes into the wooden wall. He approaches her and hugs them from behind, placing his chin on her shoulder.

“Tired?” she asks.

“Can I take your blood?”

She touches his curls with her tender fingers. “Of course.”

Astarion indulges his fangs in her neck. Blood streams down his throat, calming him down. Tiriel falters. He immediately releases her neck and takes her in his hands to carry Tiriel to the bedroom.

When they get there they lie together on the bed, their fingers intertwined. Due to sharpened hearing Astarion feels a distant echo from the basement. It seems like Alethaine and Nris have started a screaming match.

“You really didn’t warn him, did you?” Tiriel asks, drawing invisible symbols on his back.

“Maybe. Kind of.”

“Well, at least I won’t be the only mortal in the house.”

“Tiriel, don’t make him your drinking pal, I beg you!” Astarion laughs.

“What? A mug of ale after a difficult day hasn't hurt anyone yet.” Tiriel touches the tip of his ear. “Meditate. I will be with you.”

Astarion nods. Thirty years of happy memories are enough to give him bliss. He concentrates and lets the flow of memories take him to reverie.

Astarion holds Alethaine for the first time. A newborn girl is probably still in pain after being pushed into the world. He hears her fast heartbeat as her living heart pumps half-undead blood through her veins.

He cradles her in his arms. Alethaine is so warm, so delicate, so innocent. It’s not yet clear if she is a dhampir but Astarion knows he loves her. It’s a different form of affection, unknown to him. A selfless love for a child, a desire to make sure she won’t endure the same hardships as he did.

And she must not know.

Astarion gives himself a promise. His daughter will never know about his past. it will never taint her. The pain, the touches, the humiliation, the violence - she will not know a word of it. 

Her mindset will be free of that dirt and of that darkness. He won’t pass it. 

“Thank you, my love,” Astarion whispers. “This is a gift.”

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[jaderabbitt]

Can I get a reader x Adrian Tepes where the reader is Trevor Belmont’s younger sister and he’s incredibly protective over her? It’s because of this that when he sees that his sister and Alucard are growing closer in a more armourous way that he goes into big brother mode and tells Adrian to stay away from his baby sister?

didn’t realize that someone asked for alucard’s sister and this one, so sorry for posting this one on the wrong ask! but here ya go love, some fluff and sarcasm

“...and so from then on, Trevor refused to spar with me!” Coming to the climax of your story, Sypha was bent over in laughter, and you even accomplished a few good chuckles from Alucard. The man in question had wandered off to get into gods know what trouble, while the rest of you had settled for telling stories around a campfire until you all needed to get on the move again. Once the laughter had settled down, Sypha grunted and hopped to her feet, stating that she should go and search for your brother before he got eaten alive. You nodded in acknowledgement, before realizing that you’d be left alone with the dhampir on your left. You could’ve sworn you saw a mischievous glint in Sypha’s eyes as she quickly sped off. 

Making eye contact with Alucard, you both laughed at the awkwardness. “So, vampire, what do you plan on doing after all...this?” You waved your hand around in a gesture hinting at the whole kill Dracula, stop hordes of demons plan. He seemed to part his lips to answer, only for him to close them in thought before responding. “Granted that we don’t all die, I suppose I have never really considered my life after killing my father,” was the reply you got, and you weren’t truly that surprised. Fiddling around with the leather on your corset, you took in a sharp breath, closed your eyes, and blurted out what had been on your mind since you first saw the blonde. “Well, whatever your plan is...do you think you have room for one more?”

Peeking open one eye, you saw the shocked look on Alucard’s face and braced yourself for rejection. “You would...rather stay with me, than your own kin?” He stammered out, a teensy bit of red flooding to his high cheeks. You nodded slowly before huffing and looking down, poking and prodding at the campfire.

“Monster hunting...has never been my calling. Though, I would’ve been exiled by my parents if I ever told them that, blessed be their souls,” you chuckled at the irony, “Truthfully, I have always been more into academia. Growing herbs and flowers, creating concoctions, reading books, the works.”

You smiled down at the leather book spine that poked out of your day bag, filled with the drawings of differing plants and animals that you’ve spotted throughout your travels. Uncharacteristically, Alucard gave you a pat on your shoulder before giving you his trademark smug half-smile. “Well, as a dhampir who doesn’t drink blood, I am sure I can make use of your skills. Are you adequately knowledgeable in caring for vegetable crops?”

You laughed, and he gave a small chuckle in reply. The fire crackled as you two locked eyes, and you couldn’t look away from his golden irises, seemingly aflame alongside the fire. In that moment, you could’ve sworn that time had slowed, as you leaned closer to him, and him to you. WHIZZ!

Your intimate moment was halted by a short blade getting thrown towards Alucard, to which he promptly dodged, and you two got into a fighting stance.

“What in the bloody hell do you think you’re doing with my sister, vampire?” slurred your drunkard brother. “You’re lucky that I am pretty fuckin’ drunk right now, or else that would’ve hit,” he swore, all while keeping most of his weight on the struggling Sypha.

You and Alucard shared a glance and a chuckle, and you moved to help Sypha with Trevor’s dead weight. But before that, you gave Alucard a wink and mouthed a “we’ll talk about this later,” to which he reacted with an awkward cough and kicked out the fire.

“Don’t think I didn’t see that. We’re going to have a chat about this when I wake up from an inevitable night creature attack.”

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[kkeidawrites]

Hello, your latest greta x alucard fic was really cute! Would you be able to write a part 2 cute moment where they get to hold their little one for the first time? 🥺

Here’s part 1 if you want to read it!

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The anguished pain screams went through the East wing of the castle, anyone within close proximity could hear every curse, every yell and a good curse on Alucard’s name.

The blonde dhampir took each blow with a nod scared that if he spoke up, another threat would be sent his way. His pale hand was being gripped by the screaming, currently in labor, head woman of Danesti now-Belmont.

It was late at night when the contractions started and the brown skinned woman didn’t even make it in time to the bathroom when her water broke.

Greta was calm when her water broke, it was Alucard that acted out of character first. He was quick to find someone in the castle to call up the midwife, Sypha; who was already awake dealing with her own toddler, and of course to help a concerned pregnant Greta to help settle her down on their shared bed.

“Adrian please,” she pleads to the skittish dhampir and squeaked when he took her pregnancy dress off and helped change her into a silk nightgown.

“Adrian-”

“The towels-Where are the towels?!” Alucard questions himself as he skirts around the room for the towels. Greta sighs and puts her hand on her stomach.

“Your father is so crazy, I am not even pushing you out yet and he’s ready to catch you himself.” Greta speaks to her protruding belly.

A knock at their bedroom door perks up the two and Alucard dashes over to it and opens it to reveal the midwife, Merdi and Sypha behind her.

“Lord Tepes, we are here to help with-”

“Yes, yes please come inside, she’s already contracting and I’m sure she is close to ready to push-”

“I am not!” Greta chimes in as both women come to her side and begin to set up for the delivery. Alucard is to her right and Greta points a finger at him, scolding him.

“Stop making such fibs about my current condition, I’m the one having the baby here mister.” She snaps playfully with a smirk. Alucard gives her a quick smile and holds her right hand as another contraction strikes her.

Sypha promised to help with cleaning the baby while Merdi would catch the babe and make sure they were breathing when they left the womb.

“Are you feeling alright, Miss Greta?” Merdi asked and Greta winched a bit when a contraction hit.

“I’m contracting but, they are not that bad, honest-ooohhh!” Greta is quick to cup her stomach as a strong contraction hit her again.

“We should get started, you could already be crowning.” Merdi suggests and her and Sypha help her to stand legs up by her stomach and lift her gown up to her hips.

“She’s not crowning yet but, we should wait a couple of minutes to count her contractions and then we can begin pushing.” Merdi says.

In the next hour or so, Greta had started to crown and thus began the screaming torture that has begun the tale.

“Adrian fucking Tepes, when this is over-ohhh!” She squeezed his hand as tight as she could muster as she pushed.

“I am going to find the sharpest, longest, axe I can find and cut off your fucking penis! You bastard!” Greta screams fire in her eyes.

“Please don’t resort to such violence, beloved. I don’t want our child to be fatherless.” Alucard tried to reason but, the sudden yank of his hair is pulled to the point where his face is looking into her angry ones.

She was sweaty, hair stuck to her forehead and teeth grit to the point they would break under pressure.

“I’ll make you dick less for the rest of your life! If you want more children then you better knock up another bitch, because I’m done!” She yells and Alucard nods fearfully.

“Yes, love I hear you. No more, I swear.”

More screams and curses continued for the next three hours until another scream enters the air; the sound of a baby wailing almost immediately ceased the crude language Greta spewed.

“It’s a boy!” Merdi announced and Alucard felt his heart soar in happiness.

“A boy…” he shuddered in pure joy.

Sypha cleaned the small baby boy in the nearby basin and Merdi dabbed a warm damp cloth over Greta’s brow.

However, Greta let out another cry in pain and the three look to see her stomach still large and protruding. Merdi is quick to get back in between her legs and her eyes widened when another head appeared.

“You are having another baby, Miss Greta! You’re already crowning, you must push again!” Merdi commands.

“Fuckkkkk!!!” Greta cursed and begins squeezing her husband’s hand again.

The next couple of hours of cursing, yelling, and a reach for her hammer promising, to smash Alucard’s head in for doing this to her, the second baby came screaming into the world.

The new parents lie on their sides, each cradling an infant as they spoke quietly.

“I cannot believe that they have all this hair on their head. It’s no wonder my chest was hurting like hell for months.” Greta says quietly as she strokes her daughter’s cheek with her thumb.

In the total of 18 hours, Daniel and Elisabetha were born on September 9th, 1478 in the early mid morning of Fall.

“And of course, they have your hair. I’m so jealous.” Alucard chuckles at his wife and kisses her forehead. Sypha and Merdi helped her clean up and changed her into another night gown also wrapping her hair up in a messy bun.

“They’re beautiful. Just like their mother.” Alucard says, slyly. Greta grins at him and adjusts her hold on Elisabetha.

“He looks just like you when you were a baby, it’s uncanny.” Alucard kissed Daniel’s head and the babe coos in his sleep.

“Shall we put them down now? You need your rest, Greta.” He tells her and Greta brings their daughter closer to her bosom.

“Must we? I want to stay with them a bit longer-”

“You need to sleep, you’ve had a long night.” Alucard slowly rises from their bed and placed Daniel in the bassinet by their bed.

Alucard reached his hands out to take their daughter and Greta placed a long kiss on her forehead and handed her over to her husband.

Alucard is careful to put Elisabetha next to her brother in the crib and pulls the small blanket over them. He kisses both their heads then goes back to join his wife in bed.

Pulling her close, Alucard kisses her lips, holding there to show how much he loved her. Pulling away, he hugs her to his chest and Greta sighs tiredly into his chest.

“I love you.” He hears her muffle.

“I love you too, my wife.”

They are quiet for a couple of moments allowing the serene silence to envelope their tired bodies until Alucard clears his throat.

“So, is it true that we wouldn’t have anymore kids after the twins?” He asked and Greta sighs heavily then laughs.

“Damn it Adrian, the twins were just born yesterday and you’re already thinking of having more babies?” She jokes with him.

“With you,” He cups her chin up to look up at him.

“I will have as many as you want.” He tells her and Greta smiles.

“Well…then I think we should wait until the twins are at least two. At least!” She tells the dhampir who laughs.

“Then I shouldn’t have to wait too long then, remember,” his eyes grow dark with lust as he kisses her collarbone.

“I grew up very, very fast.” He whispers.

Their play was short lived as one of the babies began to wail and the new parents smiled at one another.

“Go for it, Papa. You are on baby duty for the next couple of weeks.” Greta tells him with a laugh then rolls out of his arms to get some much needed sleep. Alucard pinches her clothed ass in retaliation.

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here are some jael fun facts because i cannot stop thinking abt her !!

is a half-elf blood kineticist!! i’m playing her as a rogue because that is my one talent in rpgs but from an rp perspective it fits her better and makes her sexier 😈 though for a long while she wasn’t using her magic at all because it was taking a huge toll on her and she made her living burglarizing aristocratic homes with her dhampir friend selkie. that actually led to meeting their other friend, a halfling named sienna, whom they were robbing. girl power ! 🦋🌼🧚🏻‍♀️

speaking of burglary 👀 girlie has the kind of Muscular Definition that comes from basically living in an assassins creed simulator for a few years. queen of parkour. bench pressing her friends has won her more than a few bets.

she’s chaotic neutral and the chaos part comes first lmao she is just a silly little guy :-] being chaotically funny is her number one priority. she didn’t set out to have such immoral tendencies but her nature itself as a blood kineticist almost required it of her. it’s a fucked up gift. but she isn’t ruthless, she’s certain. she does have a heart.

azata path lol my lil mariposa my papillon my nabi 🦋 but in seriousness something shifted in her when she went to elysium. the freedom and the ethereality—it gave her this sense of surety. she finally understood where she’s supposed to fall into place on this strange little journey of hers.

did not receive a formal education for very long so when daeran uses big fancy words she has no idea what he’s saying. but if there’s one thing she’s knows it’s fake it till you make it so she pretends she understands completely lmao just smile and wave boys just smile and wave <3

has terminal resting bitch face but she’s actually quite spontaneous and confident. she seizes every opportunity for a joke and has a charisma that surprises most because on the outside she just looks Shallow and Angry and Beautiful. but she’s rlly inspirational and a natural leader !! just looks cunty 🥴

on the topic of her appearance, she’s between 5’8”-5’10” and she is/would be indian !! also a v important detail!!!!! she wears two small braids in her hair and yes she’s braided daeran’s hair the exact same way. and ember’s. and arue’s. she’s on a mission to braid everyone’s hair (she’ll get regill one day, she swears it)

i’ve mentioned a couple times she loves a good joke a good jab a good jest but god she is so committed to the bit. she loves lying she loves manipulating she loves acting—all for the sake of being a cheeky little shit. of course, it’s gotten her into bad situations just as much as it’s gotten her out of them 😌

aivu is her BABY. respect the dragon or die by her sword 🗡

being on the azata path, she values freedom a lot, something she and daeran share!! it stems from childhood and being rejected and scorned for her penchant for unsettling magic. her family forbade her from using her talents but secretly she would experiment and :/ while she had a morbid fascination with her kinesis’ increasingly improving outcomes, none of her memories of the time are pretty.

when she got caught, her parents had a wizard come to their small village and examine her. she was sent with them to an academy where she was given a bit more magical leeway but was still discouraged from using her kinesis the way she felt most comfortable and was confined to a box. but she did meet selkie there!! selkie was like an assistant to jael’s fucked up little experiments until they were discovered and both expelled D: rip

#lmk if this is too long i kinda got carried away omg #update: added a cut #she’s honestly still in early development but i just….. Love her so much u know????? #fun and spontaneous lil bloodbender 🥴 #there’s much more i have in my notes about her but it’s all very jumbled and incoherent nd i was hoping doing this would organize some of it #also i forgot to mention her fit while she was in her ezio auditore era!! #all black w a lil face mask!! all very sexy 😌 but now her main color scheme is golden brown and royal blue !! she wears coats mostly #i cannot wait for her commishy i’m going to sob and puke and throw up #anyways​.txt #ch: jael khatri