#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.

[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

[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.”

[poorlyyy]

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.”

[astarionbraiinrot]

Last Call

Chapter 1: Astarion

Sequel to One for the Road

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It’s a few hours after dawn, and Astarion sits in the rocking chair near the bedroom window, just out of reach of the morning sun, contemplating the child in his arms. A tiny thing. Pudgy cheeks turned rosy after a successful first feed, courtesy of its mother. Pointed ears just slightly too big for its head. A mop of curly white hair in wild disarray. Pale green eyes squinting back at him with the slightly-disgruntled turnip-esque look inherent to newborns. A perfectly healthy baby boy, weighing in at just over seven pounds, and born at roughly 7-ish that morning, the first cries of this brand-new life coinciding with the dawning sun’s feeble attempts at projecting warmth into the midwinter chill of the frosty Nightal morning.

Looking back, the number seven had played a not-insignificant role in many of the major events of Astarion’s life. According to the records he and Tav had managed to dig up, he had been born near the end of Flamerule, the seventh month of the year, and he had died in that same month just a tenday shy of his fortieth birthday. He had been one of seven spawn, then one of seven thousand and seven. When he’d been kidnapped and tadpoled by Mindflayers, he’d quickly found himself part of a group of seven strangers traveling together to find a cure for the ticking timebombs in their brains. Then, almost as quickly, that group of strangers had become a party of seven friends-turned-adventurers on a quest to save the world. He’d stabbed Cazador fourteen times the night he'd taken back his life and regained his freedom, seven to kill him and seven more just because he deserved it. Their journey to defeat the Netherbrain and the Dead Three’s Chosen, from nautiloid to giant brain sinking into the Chionthar, took seven harrowing months. And he’d found out he was going to be a father for the first time just seven days before helping to crash that giant brain into the river. Now here he sat, making some rather embarrassing cooing noises he’d never admit to and gently rocking his seventh child.

Gods, his seventh child. He’d had months to wrap his head around the concept, and still, here he was, absolutely baffled as to how they’d gotten here. Even he could admit, privately, in his own mind, that seven was maybe a slightly unreasonable number of children to have. Especially for two Elves. Hells, most Elven couples barely managed two or three children over as many centuries, yet somehow, he and Tav had exceeded half a dozen in less than two decades. And while Elven children were uncommon, Dhampir were rarer still, with all sources firmly insisting that only True Vampires could sire them and that spawn were entirely sterile.

Shows what they know.

Even now, seven(!) children and almost twenty years later, they still truly had no idea why they were the exception to either rule. With their eldest, they had assumed it was a fluke of the tadpole (once he’d stopped hyperventilating long enough to have a conversation anyway). That, along with allowing him to walk in the sun, touch running water, and enter homes uninvited, it had temporarily knocked some part of his biology back close enough to “living” and whoops now they’re going to be parents. A once-in-an-unlifetime opportunity that had subsequently disappeared again along with all the tadpole’s other gifts.

It was a very sound theory too, if he did say so himself. Or at least it had been, right up until the moment Tav had informed him they’d managed the supposedly-impossible a second time. Or, more accurately, a second and third time, because clearly they were incapable of doing anything by halves. That time had coincided with some magical experimentation he’d undergone courtesy of Gale which, while not fully having the desired results, had given him an entire glorious month of being near-mortal enough to eat real food and walk in the sun. And so, once again, they’d made the (very reasonable in his opinion) decision to attribute this one to magic and unusual circumstances affecting biology in strange ways, blamed Gale this time, and got on with their lives as a happy family of five, confident in the knowledge that there was no chance of this happening again.

Of course, just over a year later when it did in fact very much happen again, they were forced to consider alternative causes to what was rapidly looking like the beginnings of a small army of children. Their friends’ theories had ranged from “killing Cazador could have made Astarion a True Vampire on a technicality,” to “the large number of lives lost in the Mindflayer invasion might have created a surplus of Elven souls waiting to reincarnate,” to the much more pragmatic “you are incapable of keeping your hands off one another and this is the expected result of such lack of willpower,” which to Lae’zel’s credit, was at the very least a contributing factor.

When the fifth one had happened a couple years later, followed rather quickly by the sixth not long after, he and Tav had decided that maybe it was time they sought out help with preventative measures. They’d paid Shadowheart a visit as soon as Tav was well enough to travel, hoping that her Clerical training and knowledge of medicine and potions would be up to the task. It was, and that had worked quite well for the next ten years, which turned out to be just long enough for them to get complacent, and now here they were again.

It wasn’t that they hadn’t wanted children, per se, moreso that they just hadn’t considered it could be an option since it wasn’t supposed to be possible, so they’d never really thought about whether they wanted to be preventing it or not until they’d already had four toddlers running around. But, unplanned as they were (and he never was good at plans anyway), he’d been relieved to find that loving them was not the arduous task he’d feared it might be. Quite the opposite, actually. He had not been prepared for just how much he could love them, these amazing little creatures that were somehow, miraculously, part him. But he did, with all the deepest parts of the heart he’d been sure he didn’t possess. Each one was a gift he’d never expected to receive, or even known he’d wanted, but gods was he so glad that they were here.

Even now, when he finds himself more and more wondering where the time has gone, one child just barely grown and most of the rest nearly there, all navigating life with grace and confidence and a drive for independence he knows they are ready for but he isn’t, happiness is the emotion he encounters the most these days. And, oh, wasn’t that just a kick to the chest? No one had told him that all the parts you prepare for, the crying, sleepless nights, toilet training, homework, sibling rivalries, puberty, broken hearts, dating, sleepless nights again, all the parts you expect to be hard, that those were actually the easy parts. No one had warned him that the hard part was having to put down the reins, letting them grow and navigate the world, seeing them try and fail and try again, fall and shake off the bruises and get back up. Spending the first half of their childhood hyper focused on keeping them safe, only for them to spend the second half excitedly forging a path out of that safety and into adventure as quickly as they can. He hadn’t known that watching his children experience life would feel like breaking his soul into pieces and setting them loose to run around outside his body discovering who they’ll be. Hadn’t prepared for an existence spent with his heart in his throat as he can only watch from the sidelines while they begin the journey of creating their own lives separate from him.

He absolutely does not get misty-eyed at that thought, and he’s only wiping his eyes because they itch, actually, and probably he’s suddenly developed a dust allergy just now because he definitely hasn’t shed even one tear over the idea of how quiet the house will be once they’re all grown and gone and he’s no longer spending his evenings pretending he can't hear the whispered giggles and gossip from their bedrooms as they utterly fail to hide the fact that they’re awake far too late for people who have school in the morning.

Gods, it must be terribly dusty in here.

Sitting here, holding his son and thinking about this family he’s built, it feels… strangely peaceful. A peace he knows will be shattered the moment the child in his arms turns his attention from scowling at his father to demanding another meal, but peaceful nonetheless. There wasn’t anything else that needed his attention at the moment. The midwife had attended to the cleanup before departing, making sure that the soiled bed linens were disposed of and replaced while he’d helped Tav to the bath and set about preparing her some breakfast. He’d sent a message to the neighbors asking them to inform the girls that their mother and new sibling were doing well and they could meet the baby when they got home from school and yes you still have to go to school today, yes really, yes I know I’m awful and mean and cruel and entirely unreasonable I love you anyway now go to school. Then he’d used their Sending Stone to ask Gale to please inform his eldest of the news and that he’d be sending funds for a teleportation circle to bring her home in a few days once her classes at Blackstaff were over for winter break, after which they’d had a brief discussion to adjust their holiday plans so that Gale’s family would now be coming to them for this year’s Winter Solstice Simril festival instead.

And so, with his to-do list cleared, he’d turned his mind to the task he’d been given by his darling wife, who was currently taking a well-earned rest in the bed nearby.

After both Tav and the baby had received a thorough bathing and a hearty meal, she’d placed their swaddled son in Astarion’s arms with instructions that their child needed a name, and since he was the one who’d insisted that they did not need to prepare a boy’s name, that meant he could do the work of coming up with one now while she would be taking a nap. And, if she awoke to find their son still nameless, she’d make the executive decision to name him after Gale. A very motivating threat, considering the man had already managed to lure away one of Astarion’s children into academia and wizardry of all things, a fact that he was not at all still minorly irritated over thank you very much, and he’d be damned if he’d let the wizard’s ego get any bigger by giving him a namesake on top of it. Absolutely not.

Thus, he’d spent the better part of the last hour considering this tiny new life and what moniker might fit him. A daunting task, really. Despite neither he nor Tav really being ones for tradition or holding to any particular religion, they knew that, for Elves, the choosing of a name was not something to be taken lightly, especially a child’s name. When they’d discovered they were expecting their eldest, finding out that they’d somehow accidentally done the supposedly-impossible and made an entire person at quite frankly the worst possible time had left them understandably quite anxious and a little terrified, so they had turned to Halsin for advice. In an effort to soothe their nerves, the druid had told them that, in Elven communities, a child’s birth was a momentous occasion, often drawing the entire neighborhood to gather and wait with eager anticipation for word of the new arrival. Once born, the child would be brought out by the new parents and presented to an elder relative, who would officially welcome them to the community by announcing the name chosen for them to those gathered. The name would usually reflect something unique about the child, or maybe convey what their presence meant to their parents, or might simply be a heartfelt wish for the child’s future. With rare exception, Elves would retain faint memories of these moments throughout their lives, even as other memories of childhood faded.

While hearing that had actually helped Tav to calm a little, it had done the exact opposite for Astarion, mostly just adding a layer of sadness to the fear coloring his already racing thoughts. The feeling that, by mere virtue of having no known family, they’d be denying their child what was apparently a core memory and treasured experience for their people, had broken some tiny little thing inside him, like a sliver off the edge of a pane of glass that leaves a weak point capable of shattering the rest. The whole thing just sounded so… nice. The thought of so many people eagerly awaiting your arrival, purely because your mere existence was a gift. The idea of being so wanted, so loved, before any of those gathered had even met you yet. He had wondered, briefly, if anyone had done that for him? Gathering around and celebrating simply because he was him and he was here. He had no memories of his mortal life, no family history to pass down or stories from his own youth that he could share with this child. Hells, he still had his childhood name, had died before he’d had the chance to even begin putting any thought into what name he might choose for himself when he came of age, what would represent who he had wanted to be.

Jaheira had told him at some point that his name meant “little star.” He’d had no idea. Had had no cause or opportunity to know it, and no one to ask even if he had. Was that how his parents had thought of him, a shining point of light, all bright and dazzling? He’d wanted to believe that there had been thought put into it. That someone had cared enough about his existence that they’d taken the time to find just the right name, one that would convey what they’d felt, hoped, dreamed for him. Though, whatever the intentions behind his name were, he was confident that he hadn’t lived up to them. He certainly hoped that none of what had occurred in the last two hundred years of his life and been on their wish list, anyway.

But, he’d thought, if he couldn’t provide this child with the ancestral welcome they deserved, then maybe the weird little family they’d somehow built out of a disparate group of traumatized worm-filled strangers could be enough. Maybe he could do for his own child what he’d decided to believe had been done for him and give them a name that was built on something good, something warm and positive, even if he was scared shitless at this whole situation.

And so, with that in mind, each of their children’s names had been chosen with the utmost care and reverence for the little life they’d made, with the hope that they would grow up feeling a connection and sense of belonging that neither he nor Tav had known, something to provide a root in the soil of the extended family they’d defied gods to build. A desperate wish that their children would always feel, no matter what, that they were loved, wholly and unconditionally, and know that home was always waiting for them.

The baby lets out a soft grunt and shifts in his blanket, at some point having chosen sleep over continuing to stare at his father while he’d been lost in thought. As Astarion takes in this tiny brand-new being, not even a half-day old, a surprise but welcome epilogue to a story they’d thought finished years ago, he tries to focus his tired mind on this important task laid at his feet. But it’s been over a day since he last tranced. The adrenaline of this whole event had kept him going for a while, but that had worn off hours ago, and while he’d pushed through the exhaustion to make sure that Tav and the baby were taken care of, he can feel himself losing the battle now that things have settled down. His eyes close without his permission. He leans back in the chair, cradling his son securely to his chest as muscle memory from the countless times he’s done this before slides over him like a well-worn glove. He inhales deeply, taking in that new baby smell he loves so much, and promises to himself that he’ll just rest his eyes for ten minutes.

Fifteen at most.

Definitely no more than twenty.

As he slips into Reverie, his mind drifts back to every time he’d been in this position over the years, and all the events that had led up to those moments, searching for inspiration. The initial fear that had reared its head less and less each time. The cautious excitement every time he first heard the faint double-time beat of a tiny heart. The wonder of feeling first kicks from a little creature so eager to make its presence known. The anxiety and thrill when there had been two. The pain and grief and terror when it had once gone so wrong. The adrenaline and panic and relief when it had once gone too right. The bone-deep exhaustion and elation and happy tears and pure joy that always came at the end when hearing that first cry. Each time, a small bundle gently placed in his arms. For each one, renewed awe that he could ever get to have something this unequivocally good. Always, a whispered introduction.

Hello, darling. It’s so nice to finally meet you.

[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

-

“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?”

[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.

[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

[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. 

[iphigeniainaulis]

That’s why Mrs. O reviews are so good. They are detailed but never overdecorated with words. While the former should give enough food for thought, the latter may leave readers with a feeling that there’s nothing more to expect from the story. 

If I may add, Galileo’s preview is indeed a pleasant surprise as it raises hopes of Ikevamp’s writing Renaissance. The symbolism behind the choice of flowers is so poetic and clever if we dig a little deeper into the meaning of helichrysum.

In ancient Greece there were numerous legends about strawflowers. They were woven into crowns of Apollo and Athena statues to represent their immortality. Nausikaa used helichrysum essence to remain eternally beautiful. The myths, however, called helichrysum the ‘sun flower’, for it was ‘as powerful as the Sun and as valuable as gold’. And this is such a brilliant reference to Galileo who spent his life defending Copernican heliocentrism and solar rotation. E pur si muove. And yet it moves. The Sun was Galileo’s life, and it was his death as well. 

Another interesting thing to mention, in my country we call this flower ‘bessmertnik’, the rough translation of which would be eternal flower. And the first thing that comes to my mind is how Vlad and Comte view themselves and other vampires as flowers that never wilt. Interpreting Helichrysum as the allegory of the vampire world can be further proved by Galileo himself, when he says that 

These white ones came as a fluke from a university cultivation program, not the color they wanted at all. 

Probably, it’s me overthinking things, but I get strong ‘vampire symbolism’ vibes from this sentence. As it’s heavily implied in the game lore, vampirism is not something all the residents are proud of. Most of them, if not all, view their revival as a sacrifice and a sin rather than a happy coincidence. This is something they didn’t want to become but had no choice to avoid because of destiny and an unfinished goal everyone of them had to accomplish. In some way, lesser vampires are indeed an unnatural mutation that was never meant to occur if not for *cough* a squabble between two old friends. 

The question is why Galileo identifies himself with this flower? 

To begin with, we aren’t even sure whether Galileo is a vampire or not. Of course, there are some posters where he is depicted with blood covering the corners of his mouth, but I wouldn’t base my opinion solely on those images. After all, Sebastian route contained the same image of him acting as a vampire although it..let’s say, it was a little bit different for the butler.

But since we see Galileo emphasising with the vampire flower, it’s not unreasonable to assume that he does have something in common with them. 

As of now, we haven’t really learned a lot about misalliances among the purebloods. Even if one of Galileo’s parents was a pureblood and the other one - mortal, I doubt that it could lead to numerous variations in terms of vampire genetics. 

Pureblood blood is extremely powerful. Therefore, it can possibly overshadow human one, thus leading to a child being born as a pureblood vampire. Another option - he becomes a dhampir but with a much longer lifespan than lesser vampires have. And here I use the dhampir term in its original way of describing a baby of a vampire and a human. Why? Because Ikevamp messes with terms a lot, therefore dhampires in the game are actually way weaker than lesser vampires (beginning of Napoleon's route). They are more ‘human’ in terms of their habits and basic needs (especially food), their life span is shorter, but they can go through transition into lessers if they drink enough blood. 

The most intriguing part here is Galileo assumingly serving as a vampire hunter (kudos to game designers who firstly blew my mind with the moon symbolism of the evil trio and now do this with Galileo and Drake costume design).

Why would he do that, if he is a vampire himself?

To my knowledge, there aren’t any tales about pureblood vampires becoming a vampire hunter, and there're very few of them featuring ex-humans who got turned and became hunters. Zero Kiryu, I’m looking right at you

However, I think I’ve seen enough previous of the new characters to feel that Galileo somehow distances himself from vampires  through the paradigm ‘me - you’. He pities them but in a very squeamish manner, mentioning how their (not ‘our’) existence contributes to various anomalies and turbulences in the world. 

Therefore, it seems logical to assume that Galileo may be a dhampir who objects his origins and relates mostly to his ‘human’ side. When Mitsuki has a dream (?) about meeting a stranger and seeing his past, she hears him being called out as a ‘sinful monster’ in prison. My guess is that Ikevamp writers will turn the Galileo affair from ‘heretic against Church’ to ‘heretic vampire against church’. Therefore, him saying that he was imprisoned because of the blood can explain why he hates the idea of lessers being turned after their death. Because he hates that other part of him he didn’t choose to obtain. It also makes his preview dialogue with Napoleon way more deeper, considering that Leon is a dhampir himself and doesn’t know anything about how it happened. 

Anyway, I’m so excited for the new routes to come. Thank you, Mrs. O, for making my mind boil 🌙

Galileo Galilei - White Day

"These are for you."

MC is startled when out of nowhere Galileo offers her a bouquet of white flowers, wrapped in paper. (I see that wrapping job there sir, nice attempt at casual) They're very beautiful, she can't help thinking, but she's a bit baffled by the gesture - especially given his usual, standoffish demeanor.

She asks why he's giving these to her, and Galileo reminds her how she gave him chocolates last month, right?

He's merely returning the favor. She hadn't had any expectations that he might, but she's happy regardless.

Aloud, she laughs a little. "You're a conscientious person too," she tells him. (Echoing the way he'd called her that for gifting him Valentine's chocolate as an apology for using his telescope without permission in their very first story)

"I just don't want to be in anyone's debt," he replies.

She gladly accepts the flowers and remarks on how beautiful they are, but she's not familiar with what kind they are. He tells her he's not sure of all the specifics but they're a type of helichrysum - although usually those come in bright colors. These white ones came as a fluke from a university cultivation program, not the color they wanted at all. (AM I THE ONLY ONE READING SOME HEAVY SYMBOLISM HERE?)

He says when he heard they were just going to be tossed, her words came to mind. (How she'd mentioned, when they first met, that she felt like even chance encounters can have meaning) And with her having said something like that, he thought she would treasure these new flowers.

She's kind of silently stunned he remembered her words like that.

"You can throw them away if you have no need of them. Do as you please," Galileo tells her offhandedly.

"No!" she gasps. "I'll take good care of them!"

Galileo just does an about face at that and walks off without another word...but as he goes, the last glimpse she catches of his expression seems softer.

Back at the mansion on the balcony, she's looking at the flowers again and musing how they look like she's holding shooting stars in her hand. Maybe the same thing had occurred to Galileo, which is why he wanted to save the flowers? Because he seems to love the stars so much.

She stares up at the night sky, thinking about his still unseen heart.

~~~~~~~~~~

MRS. O'S TINFOIL HAT RAMBLINGS:

I already blathered a bit in tags o a different post about the flower symbolism, but let me do it again. These are white strawflowers, which are also known as helichrysum, fyi.

Very lovely, and they dry and remain almost perfectly preserved, hence some of their other names: Everlasting, or Immortelle. They symbolize eternal life or immortality - but also something 'always remembered' and some take it a step further and go with 'eternal love'. Usually they come in many different colors of pinks and reds, or white with bright yellow centers.

This has me side-eyeing things so hard though because the very first story we ever got of his involves MC wandering the Timey-Wimey Hallway, being called and cajoled by a sexy voice she later figures out is Galileo's, and she gets to witness a bit of his past and his imprisonment. Drake's story definitely was just a normal, meet-cute on the street style, nothing as mystical as timewalking. I have a feeling this is going to feature prominently in his stories, along with the heavy emphasis that there is no such thing as a random meaningless encounter.

BUT ALSO, here's heavy tinfoil time! Maybe I'm looking too hard but the symbolism doesn't escape me here of him identifying with and feeling empathy towards these white flowers that symbolize eternity (all pale colored, much like our hero, no??) that are an unwanted accident. A misfire of genetics that's only good to be tossed away and culled. I STAND BY MY DHAMPIR/ HALF-PUREBLOOD THEORY.

[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)

☾ ⋆ﾟ  MASTERLIST / RULES / TAGLIST FORM

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.” 

☾ ⋆ﾟ Buy me a coffee?

[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?

[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.”

[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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I hope you like that I put a little twist on your ask, I followed instructions but just blended some more funny and soft moments in it! Thank you for the ask! Be sure to ask more requests, thank you and be sure to comment, like and share!

[pinkfey]

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

[rodeoxqueen]

Rodeo’s Devil May Cry Roster

Last Updated: Feb 22th, 2021 (All Works Accounted For)

It ain’t much but it’s honest work. If you liked it and you want to, feel free to give your local cowboy a tip on Ko-Fi. 

Enjoy yourselves, my darling Lone Rangers wandering the earth. 

-Rodeo

Headcanons

Dante 

Dante As A Dad

If Dante Had A TikTok

Tickling Dante and Vergil 

Why Vergil Sleeps With An Eye Mask

The Sparda Twins Dying For Each Other (ANGST)

Dates With Dante Before and During A Relationship

How Nico, Nero, and Dante Would Handle Anti-Maskers

Dante and Vergil With A Delinquent Child

Dante and Vergil's Favorite Types Of Intimacy 

Kissing Dante and Vergil All Over Their Faces

Dante, Vergil, and Lady Cuddling Their Male S/O 

Dante Sleeping Over With His S/O For The First Time

Dante and Vergil Being Bridal-Carried In Public By S/O 

Dante and Vergil Joining Their S/O’s Skin Care Regime

Dante and Vergil Having Disagreements With Their S/O

Dante and Vergil With A Sympathetic Demon Hunter S/O 

Dante and Vergil With a Black!Half-Demonic!Angel-like!S/O

Dante and Vergil Falling In Love With A S/O Who Is Nero's Age

NSFW

SDT!Dante (NSFW)

Dante and Vergil: Giving Their Male S/O Oral Sex (NSFW)

Dante and Vergil: Spanking As Foreplay, Giving and Receiving (NSFW) 

Dante and Vergil Having SDT!Sex With A Devil-Triggered! AFAB! S/O (NSFW)

Vergil 

Vergil As An Uncle

Vergil As A Grandfather 

Tickling Dante and Vergil

Vergil During Thanksgiving 

Insults Vergil Have Thrown At Dante

Why Vergil Sleeps With An Eye Mask

Dante and Vergil With A Delinquent Child

Vergil Owns A Vinyl Collection: A Concept 

The Sparda Twins Dying For Each Other (ANGST)

Vergil Fighting His Power Obsessed Daughter (ANGST, TW: DEATH)

Dante and Vergil's Favorite Types Of Intimacy 

Kissing Dante and Vergil All Over Their Faces

Dante, Vergil, and Lady Cuddling Their Male S/O

Vergil and V with a S/O Who Can Summon A Persona

Dante and Vergil Being Bridal-Carried In Public By S/O

Dante and Vergil Joining Their S/O’s Skin Care Regime

Dante and Vergil Having Disagreements With Their S/O

Dante and Vergil With A Sympathetic Demon Hunter S/O

Dante and Vergil With a Black!Half-Demonic!Angel-like!S/O

Dante and Vergil When Nero And Their S/O Can't Get Along

Dante and Vergil Falling In Love With A S/O Who Is Nero's Age 

NSFW

SDT! Vergil (NSFW)

Dante and Vergil: Giving Their Male S/O Oral Sex (NSFW)

Dante and Vergil: Spanking As Foreplay, Giving and Receiving (NSFW)

What Dante, Trish, and Vergil Do When They Want To Get Intimate With Their S/O (NSFW)

Dante and Vergil Having SDT!Sex With A Devil-Triggered! AFAB! S/O (NSFW)

V 

Vergil and V with a S/O Who Can Summon A Persona

Dante, Vergil, and V

Personality Traits The DMC Boys Fall For

Dante, Vergil, and V With A Nephil! S/O

Dante, Vergil, and V With A Trans! FTM!S/O

Dante, Vergil, and V With Their Dhampir! S/O

Dante, Vergil, and V With Their FBI Agent! S/O

Dante, Vergil, and V With A Thick-Thighed S/O 

Dante, Vergil, and V With Cosplay Hobbyist! S/O

Dante, Vergil, and V With A Strong & Badass S/O

Dante, Vergil, and V With A Wonder Woman! S/O

Dante, Vergil, and V With A Badass But Lazy! S/O

Dante, Vergil, and V With Their Authorities Angel! S/O

Dante, Vergil, and V With A Part-Time Pro-Cosplayer! S/O

Dante, Vergil, and V With A Strong And Very Closed Off! S/O

Dante, Vergil, and V With A S/O With Scarlet Witch’s Powers

Dante, Vergil, and V Watching One Piece With Their Male S/O

Dante, Vergil, and V  Being “Jet-Pack Cuddled” By A Short!S/O

Dante, Vergil, and V With An Amnesiac! S/O That Still Loves Them

What Would Dante, Vergil, and V Do If Someone Made Their S/O Cry

Dante, Vergil, and V With A Physically Weak But Intellectually Badass! S/O

Dante, Vergil, and V With A S/O With Muscle Twitches Due To Antidepressants 

Dante, Vergil, and V Playing the Pocky Game

Dante, Vergil, and V Getting Their Hair Stroked

Dante, Vergil, and V Taking Care Of Stray Animals

Gifts Dante, Vergil, and V Would Give To Their S/O

Dante, Vergil, and V Taking Care Of Their Baby Daughter

Dante, Vergil, and V Going To Their Kid’s Volleyball Tournament

Dante, Vergil, and V Taking Their Children To The Amusement Park 

Dante, Vergil, V, and Nero’s Favorite Traditional Chinese and Japanese Foods and Drinks

(Dante, Vergil, and Nero On The Maury Show)

PART I

PART II

PART III

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Dante, Vergil, and V With A Virgin! S/O (NSFW)

Dante, Vergil, and V With A Thick-Thighed S/O (NSFW)  

Dante, Vergil, and V With A Friend With Benefits (NSFW)

Dante, Vergil, and V With A S/O That’s Always Horny (NSFW)

Dante, Vergil, and V With A S/O With Small Boobs (NSFW-ish)

Dante, Vergil, and V Doing The 69 Position With A Timid!S/O (NSFW)

Dante, Vergil, and V Catching Their S/O Touching Themselves (NSFW)

Dante, Vergil, and V With A S/O That Likes Being Called Kitten (NSFW)

What Dante, Trish, and Vergil Do When They Want To Get Intimate With Their S/O (NSFW)

Dante, Vergil, and V With A S/O That Blurts Out They Masturbated To The Thought Of Them (NFSW)

Nero 

Ticking Nero

Raising Nero As His Mother

Being Best Friends With Nero

Nero and Chewing Gum: A Concept

Poly! Nero, Kyrie, And Male S/O Relationship

How Nero Might Become Evil: A Pysch-Analysis

Nico And Nero’s Friendship (Knife Brother Requested!)

How Nico, Nero, and Dante Would Handle Anti-Maskers 

Nero With A Black! Half-Demonic! Angel-like! Best Friend

Dante, Vergil, V, and Nero’s Favorite Traditional Chinese and Japanese Foods and Drinks

Lady

Dante, Vergil, and Lady Cuddling Their Male S/O

Trish 

What Dante, Trish, and Vergil Do When They Want To Get Intimate With Their S/O (NSFW)

Nico 

Nico And Nero’s Friendship (Knife Brother Requested!) 

How Nico, Nero, and Dante Would Handle Anti-Maskers 

Fully Written Works 

Dante 

Stuck Thinking About You

Summary:  Dante or Vergil gets immobilized in some embarrassing or inconvenient way during a job and then (Y/N) pays them company until they can be freed. How about they have a crush on (Y/N) and they don't know it is returned until the end?

A For Apple, Or A For IKEA?

Summary: In which Vergil goes to IKEA with Dante to get a new table. But at what cost?

Don’t Leave Baby In The Corner

Summary: Dante and you talk about wanting kids or not while waiting for the pregnancy test.

Nothing Hurts When I’m With You

Summary: With Dante hurt from a demonic attack, the two of you seek shelter and each other's warm company in a cave.

草莓珍珠奶茶-Strawberry Pearl Milk Tea

Summary: You take Dante out for his first bubble tea experience.

Somebody Else’s; Nobody’s (ANGST)

Summary: Dante hates to think about you with somebody else, yet he still says no to your love. Guess he's just a coward, and now he's picturing your body with somebody else.

NSFW

Velvet Devotion (NSFW)

Summary: You don't know what you do to him. How you hold onto him in the dead of night, nails raking his skin. How he feels held by you. On velvet sheets, he finds he is worshipped with the softest of affections.

Vergil 

Of Lacking Specatcle(s)

Summary: Vergil is a lot of things. Vergil is the Dark Slayer, The Alpha and The Omega, and the eldest son of Sparda. Vergil is also….in need of glasses?

Knock-Off Ring Franchise

Summary: Vergil and Dante leave Vergil’s S/O in the shop with a TV and a strange VCR tape. Drama ensues.

Stuck Thinking About You 

Summary: Dante or Vergil gets immobilized in some embarrassing or inconvenient way during a job and then (Y/N) pays them company until they can be freed. How about they have a crush on (Y/N) and they don't know it is returned until the end? 

A For Apple, Or A For IKEA?

Summary: In which Vergil goes to IKEA with Dante to get a new table. But at what cost?

NSFW

The Passion In Rivalry (V/Reader/Vergil)(NSFW)  

Summary: Vergil separating V from himself with Yamato. Threesome with reader ensues.

Do I Want To Know, Do You Feel Held By Me?(NSFW)

Summary:  All in all, Vergil is a tempered blade. Plunged into heat and left to the cold, he is only perfected with each night you come to his room.

He Wanted War, She Wanted Peace; In Pieces, They Collide(NSFW)(ANGST)

Summary: She pursued him, the demon in a human shell. Their time together meant no good, a match to silk and feathers, devastation imminent.

V

TikTok Stardom

Summary:  V and Y/N try to survive the four attempts Dante takes to be TikTok famous, one of the TikToks surprisingly working out in the end.

TIkTok Stardom II: The Lovers Strike Back

Summary:  Dante challenges (Y/N) to make a better TikTok than him, not knowing the secret weapon has a cane, secret dance skills, and an ever-present smirk on his face.

Verona Serenade

Summary: V takes you out on a date, and it’s poetry as always.

i died, and was born in the spring; i found you, and loved you, again

Summary: After a loss, comes the regrowth of roots once thought destroyed by the tides of time. A story in which V kisses you softly and Vergil holds onto you tightly.

NSFW

O Tempter, O The Sea (NSFW)

Summary: You cry out for the sea, yet you do not expect an answer back.

~Sweet Erotic Angel Baby~ (NSFW)

Summary: There is vitality in vulnerability. Even in your soft kisses, there is something with a bite that he craves to feel.

The Passion In Rivalry (V/Reader/Vergil)(NSFW)  

Summary: Vergil separating V from himself with Yamato. Threesome with reader ensues.

Nico

Heartline Driver, Front Seat Lover

Summary: At the end of a road trip begins a new path for you and Nico. But first, you have to turn on the ignition.

Series

Devil May Grind: Magic Mike! AU

Dante/Reader

Series Summary:  From a surprise rendezvous to a male strip club on your birthday to a private dance, you end up seeing eye-to-eye rather than eye-to-groin with a cowboy stripper named Dante Sparda.

PART I- Can You Touch This?(AFAB) (NSFWish)

Summary: A shy and short homebody celebrating your birthday with friends, you end up somewhere you'd never expect: a male strip club. And what you'd also never expect is a certain red-devil/cowboy stripper to lay his special treatment on you.

Vergil 

{KEEP AN EYE OVER YONDER}

V

{KEEP AN EYE OVER YONDER}

Keeping Up With A Himbo

ALL OF THE SPARDA BOYS

Series Summary: A series of domestically fluffy snippets where the s/o of a Sparda learns just how much of a himbo their lover is.

Dante (I)- Change Of Hands

Vergil (I)- Lost In The Sauce

AWAS

Dante/Reader/Vergil (NO SPARDACEST)

Series Summary: Dante and Vergil meet a mysterious and powerful being with a painful past and an even deadlier endgame.

(AWAS Has A Separate Masterlist)

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