#oh also Dhampir

[circusbutch]

Hiii twiddling around with a new PC for an upcoming Curse of Strahd campaign :>

[frakensteinapologist]

Resisting the urge to make even more BG3 characters because I have current BG3 playthroughs (and character stories!) unfinished. But also…the idea of a pretty dhampir monster hunter speaks to me.

[thedeadthree]

tis my birthday today !!!!!!!! 🌸💕

oh my god i am 24 today oh my GOD

[plaidpyjamas]

BG3 is all I can think about lately, despite not being able to play it lmao anyway who wants to talk about our bg3 ocs

Stuff I literally just came up with for my oc, Emery, under the cut

• Tiefling dad, human mom (cutesy mutual pining cashier/regular customer thing)

• Dhampir stuff is from dad's side, generations back. At this point no one remembers its even there

• Dhampir & Mortal/Tiefling

• Mortal/Tiefling blood caused Dhampir abilities to go dormant

• Vampiric abilities only "activate" if humanoid blood (other than one's own) is consumed

• Sun sensitivity - easily sunburnt and unable to see well in bright light

• Can eat food or drink blood, either will keep him going (though as he ages he will become more reliant on blood to keep himself feeling healthy, eventually abandoning food altogether, lengthening his lifespan in the process)

• Consuming blood will temporarily increase healing speed

• Does need sleep, but nowhere near as much (3-4 hours/night)

• Picks up a bunch of odd hobbies/ways to kill time because of it

• The rest of the party has repeatedly had to tell Emery and Astarion to stfu while everyone is trying to sleep

• It's not their fault they're bored and can't stop play fighting 🤷‍♂️

• Accidentally activated his Dhampir abilities by ingesting Astarion's blood (Astarion is painfully smug about that)

• Doesn't drink blood often, usually to heal himself/bully Astarion (he and Gale are the only two Emery will drink from. They're both painfully smug about that)

• Half Tiefling = tail, slightly pointed ears, small horns (Dhampir abilities give him slight fangs once activated)

• He's shy about his horns and gets all blushy if someone calls them cute

• Tends to hold onto his tail when he's feeling shy/flustered

• While his horns are small, they are curved in a way that makes Emery think of boars and how sometimes their tusks will grow and stab back into their skulls. He tries not to think about that (he's failing)

• He's a bit neurotic about keeping track of how long they are - at least one of his journals is dedicated to morning-and-night horn measurements (They haven't grown.... right? The numbers say they haven't....but....I swear my right horn feels longer...)

• Has seriously considered filing his horns down, like one would their nails. Just in case

• Is godawful at horn care. Please help him

• Astarion loves Emery's horns (and would never let him file them down, holy shit dude no) but mostly he likes grabbing them to mess with him.

• And making jokes about the convenient handles on his head

• Emery tends to wrap his tail around the legs of people he likes/ trusts

• His tail is almost always wrapped around Astarion or Gale's legs

• Or accidentally (and painfully) tangled with Karlach's tail because they both got too excited about something again

• Both Astarion and Gale have trouble keeping their hands off of Emery's tail

• The party could be in the middle of an intense negotiation with someone, and fuckin Gale's got his hand wrapped in the end of Emery's tail, absent-mindedly swinging it lightly back and forth

• Or Emery and Astarion are threatening/bullying someone - one of Astarion's hands is holding onto the very end of Emery's tail. He's just. Holding it. Gesturing lightly with it. And Emery's just. Letting him. While they're sending someone to the shadow realm with vicious mockery

[jokest3r]

Finished VTMB for the first time as the anarch ending and wow very climatic. In my character's lore I made him personally know each time someone manipulated him, he knew, the entire time. He just played along the powerful people's strings to get what he wanted at the end by the opportunities given by those same people to murder them(Lacroix and Ming Xiao). I need to make a whole character sheet for him cause he's honestly pretty innocent and naive on the outside but is pretty psychotic. I wish the damage fall off for the axe wasn't so high since i wanted to decimate the tower with it. Cant win it all I guess lol. End notes, i love damsel and that's all. Oh and cab driver a real one fr.

[thcdoomed]

It is always interesting how the others react to Dronia's deep-rooted sadness. She hid it so well for so long, focusing on everyone else's problems to avoid her own. The ache couldn't get to her if she didn't allow it. And neither Gale nor Karlach would let her hide from it once the truth was out. They sought to bring her out of her sadness, to live, because dammit she is still here. Changed as she was. But that was the problem, Dronia could help everyone else in their sorrow, but she wouldn't allow anyone to help her. All her wisdom regarding grief and coping and she can't follow it herself. She needs the two closest to her to hold her hand through it.

And gods, Gale is trying. Just as Karlach tried, Dronia had sent her off because she knew the woman needed the joy of celebration. But Gale, he's just as determined and he isn't going to let her suffer in silence in the shadows, even as the thrum of hearts surrounding them pound in her ears.

Gale moves effortlessly, with all the grace of a trained dancer. She wonders if they held balls often at the wizard colleges, a chance for all the students to let loose outside of their lessons and enjoy each other's company. Her thoughts wander back to childish ponderings. She often had her head in the clouds about the wizards who patronized the family business for the spider components. A head full of whimsy at the idea of spells flowing freely about, learning to conjure whatever the mind could think of, controlling the weave and bending it to their will. As she trained in the martial art of archery, she dreamed of her fingers tangling in the weave instead. It's these thoughts that allow her to more easily navigate the dance and ignore the other bodies beyond just the two of them.

They all made it out alive though, they had faced an avatar of Myrkul, ended the shadow curse, and all stood at the end of it. Some even come out stronger or free from what held them in the past. Her thoughts are interrupted by the sudden twirl and she has to focus on not tripping over her own feet. Against her own will, she smiles a little.

"Oh, your charm is just fine. I've just been in my own head so much that I'm a bit slow to pick things up right now." She'll not have him deprecating himself, even if it is just a joke. "I imagine the dances in Waterdeep were far more extravagant than this. Mother had spoken about the city often." One day, maybe, she would visit. If they survived. "The light is welcome, I just feel reluctant to bask in it right now. I'm afraid it will burn me." Not in the way it would burn Astarion under normal circumstances, she doesn't know how the sun will affect her after this. "Is the answer me, Gale?"

Dronia can still feel the occasional body brush against her as they dance and she realizes she minds it less and less. Her shoulders loosen no longer tight balls of wound-up muscle. "Well let's keep it running in your veins and not outside of it. I will not be contributing to that." But she quiets. "I wasn't going to let you die, no matter what Mystra or Elminster decreed. Your life has more value than any debt you feel owed." A soft smile wears upon tired features. "I'm glad you're still with us. I would be very upset if you had died back there."

This won't do. They have experienced astronomically, having toiled, suffered, and hemorrhaged enough. It leaves all aches beyond this criminal, a last chortle from the gods as they'd lounge among the stars with their biscuits and wines. After all, he's been rendered all a lamb, and Dronia, a maelstrom, so why darken up a party? Why shy away from friends? It's both drink and laughter that better suited this hour, and somebody, this damned pair, had better go and enjoy it.

No, Caius isn't here, but there are certainly yet people she's made so proud. And the way he would look at her, warm in his smiles and patient with his voice... With one chuckle at a time, he hopes to lighten her thoughts.

At the very least, Gale, like Caius, boasts this infuriating quality to spirit one's soul. He's circling her about, their bodies slow and swaying in a training pace. He shepherds them patiently, sprinkling in some whirls to offer her a challenge, and when he speaks into her ear, it'd come gently at its corners, both rumbling and friendly with the fluttering lutes. The candlelight flickers, their peering constellations caught humming in the clouds. And there beneath his skin, there beyond his ribs tamed by spell and magic, there croons the now-tempered whisper of the sucking of the Weave... Tonight, with their wizard, things sound a lullaby.

He hadn't heeded Mystra. He still stands. And lives. Then what heart would sound sweeter in this symphony, exactly? Chuffed, Gale pulls her in a twirl, laughter bright and twinkling.

"Just learning that, are we? I'm disappointed," he jokes. "My charm must have taken quite a number of late. I'll have you know that back at Waterdeep, my attendance at every dancehall had left a small armada of sore feet. That said, I proved remarkably effective at ferrying away all a dour spirit, and considering the not insignificant penumbra we'd just lifted, I find my distaste for shadows may have grown much stronger. No more with the dark, I say. I quite like some light tonight. And if it's all the same to you," Gale offers as he turns them, "I believe I know in who to wick one."

He pulls her along, bodies brushing up against them as they spin and twirl and romp and cheer. Gale keeps her close, that pulse in his thumb always trained about her wrist. To her credit, Dronia, despite the seasons, still dances exceptionally. "My blood may not be any better for the drinking," he shares, "but I find it has never ran so freely. To be frank with you, Dronia, I hadn't expected to leave Moonrise tonight. To imagine where I'd be without the strength of your company -- gods," dear gods, "I could scarcely imagine it."

[spacebarbarianweird]

Batstarion Headcanons

Non-Ascended version

Masterlist

Headcanons

He enjoys his new abilities to the highest extent.

Being able to fly is the ultimate freedom, and being able to transform into a flying thing is the skill he never knew he wanted.

The problem is he is the most adorable little white bat the world has seen and also the size of a cat.

And you don't let him forget about it.

When he is in the bat form, you try to squeeze and rub him like a cat.

Also speaking to him with the stupid voice people use to talk to babies and pets.

He pretends it annoys him, but it doesn't.

Though Astarion gets annoyed when you wrap him in a piece of cloth, making him fold his wing around his body.

"Oh, we both know if you really didn't like it, you would transform back!"

When you travel, he sometimes sits on your shoulder, and you mock him for being a lazy vampire.

But he does it to transform back in the most unexpected moment and push you onto the ground with all his weight.

Traveling in the daylight is so much easier - he hides under your shirt like a cat, looking with his small red eyes on the world in the sun.

Time to time you give him your finger to drink blood - in the bat form, he doesn't need a lot, and you can both relax.

"Is it a cat you are carrying there?" "No, it's my ... pet bat!" "Aww, it's so adorable!"

And you keep rubbing the bat's head with your finger.

The moment he transforms back, he looks at you accusingly.

"Adorable? Really?"

"Not so much as in your regular form."

Sometimes you are so tired and stressed he can't console you - neither sweet words nor hugs help. Then, he transforms into the bat and just sits on your shoulder purring into your ear.

He also transforms when it's too much for him.

When he feels disgusted about his body and the cold grip of horror squeezes his undead heart, he turns into the bat mindlessly and tries to hide or fly away.

You often manage to let him hide in your clothes, hiding him from the world by your body and thin fabric.

Bonus (you and Astarion have a dhampir daughter):

She can polymorph into the bat from a very young age.

And you are in awe of how tiny little bats are (she can easily be put in a pocket of your shirt).

She also uses it as her stress-response.

The second she sees something scary, she transforms into a tiny vampire pup (also white in color) and hides in her father's sleeve or under his jacket.

"What scared you, princess?" he asks, touching the delicate wings.

*angry and scared squeaking*

Tag list @tragedybunny @caitlincat-95 @tallymonster @astarionsbeloved @lumienyx @fayeriess @elora-the-slutty-songstress @veillsar @astarion-imagine-archive @micropoe10 @starlight-ipomoea @herstxrgirl @theearthsfinalconfession @ashrio20 @not-so-lost-after-all @vixstarria @wintersire @marcynomercy

[eidetictelekinetic]

So I have this theory that in the books, the vampire blood was slowly changing Daniel even if it wasn't enough to turn him, bc causing ongoing change is literally what vampire blood does when ingested, I've never seen vampire blood that is so constantly transformative as it is in TVC

So basically if Daniel hadn't fallen apart so thoroughly, eventually he might have ended up some kind of hybrid

Which led me to a show-verse thought: Armand wipes Daniel's memories to save him, but the blood's already doing all it can do... leading to a Daniel who is barely aging over time and has no idea why*

(*This is not an excuse to avoid old!Daniel; it is an excuse to play with Luke's Daniel in one modern-day scenario while happily playing with Eric's elsewhere, and also it's just me and my dhampir fascination + my curiosity about vampire blood being so transformative + "oh wait this could get trippy")

[daydreamerwonderkid]

I see your vampire!Bruce Wayne AU and I raise you this:

Normal human Bruce Wayne raising his horde of vampire/dhamphir children, but because Bruce is Bruce no suspects any of the Batkids are, well ... bat kids.

Even the Batkids are confused at first when they first meet Bruce. Batman shows up and they're like:

"Oh, shit it's Batman! The very scary, very territorial Vampire Lord who's completely taken over Gotham and has managed to strike fear into the heart of all the most notorious vampire leaders! And he wants to adopt me into his coven? Sounds sketchy, but aight."

Only for them to wake up the next day and realize that not only is Batman in fact NOT a vampire, but he's also the most pitiful and pathetic human they've ever laid their eyes on and there's no fucking way they can leave him now.

Humans are already super fragile and easy to kill as is. And their new guardian is risking his life every night masquerading as an all powerful Vampire Lord!!!!

It's honestly a miracle that Bruce hasn't been killed yet and there's no way they're going to let their clueless human guardian wander off by himself. Especially after they realize he keeps forgetting that humans aren't supposed to be awake for 72 hours straight and his skin is paler than the giant hoards of case file documents he tries to sift through while barely touching his own food.

This poor idiot human is so committed to pretending to be a vampire that he's actually convinced himself he has night vision and spends more time hanging out in a literal Batcave than he does in his own fucking house!

Meanwhile, Bruce is thoroughly convinced he's got a complete handle on the whole raising vampire/dhampir children thing. After all, it's not like he's had to change much about his own personal life to that of a parent taking care of a horde of supernatural children.

He already spends more time awake at night anyway and while the kids don't mind human food absolutely love Alfred's cooking, it's not difficult to get a hold of any blood when they actually need to feed on something more substantial. Considering he's the biggest contributor to Gotham's blood donation centers, it's not like anyone's gonna tell him no.

Bruce also read somewhere that while vampires in the modern age don't actually need to hunt humans to feed anymore (considering the above mentioned donation centers), their hunting instincts haven't gone away, either. So while he was initially against the idea of letting his kids getting involved in his vigilante lifestyle, it was probably a good thing in the end that they had an alternative outlet for their growing vampiric urges. Like Alfred, he would have preferred it if they had gotten into competitive sports or something similar instead, but all his children had proven themselves to be just as stubborn as he is so he made do with what he could.

Especially considering the fact that a parenting article he read mentioned how extremely sensitive young vampires/dhampirs are towards the well-being of those who make up their coven. Dick, ALONE, had proved how absolutely futile his attempts to separate his night time and day time activities truly were. Apparently, it was detrimental to young vampires to be separated from their parents/guardians for too long. Better he trained them and supervised them himself versus having to re-experience Dick, Tim and Cass stalking him like the supernatural predators they were while doing his nightly patrols.

And if any of his children leaned a bit more into their feral nature whenever Bruce happened to get hurt on patrol, that was just kids' instincts reacting to the head of their coven being threatened. It's taken years of training, grounding and long late night discussions to convince his children to try holding back their supernatural strength and bloody acts of retribution. He still finds himself lecturing them from time to time even if he's fully aware they're all humoring him.

He still has the small collection of baby fangs that Dick had somehow roped all his younger siblings into contributing to over the years. For the life of him, he can't begin to fathom why anyone would want to collect teeth or why his children are so adamant that he holds onto theirs. But ever since he jokingly mentioned the Tooth Fairy to a horrified and offended younger Dick when his first set of baby fangs finally started coming in, it seems his children are determined to make sure no one can even attempt to think about exchanging their fangs for mere quarters.

And for the record (and despite what his children and friends keep on insisting), he never set out to actually pretend to be a "Vampire Lord." He just honestly thought designing his costume around one of his deepest fears would be a good way for him to use that fear against the criminals of Gotham.

He also won't admit that he completely forgot about the obvious association people make between bats and vampires.

[thcdoomed]

It's become a ritual these past few nights. To sit by the fire but say nothing, drawing within herself more than she had in the past. Before she would make the rounds, checking in on everyone, talking to them, learning about them, partially out of curiosity and comradery, partially out of outrunning her recent traumatic past. But it caught up to her a few nights back and she hasn't quite been herself. Even with everyone knowing what she is now, a secret she didn't even know.

The druid woman, Jaheira, she was an interesting one. Her voice reminded her of her father's. Of her own. Thick and hearty, unlike the accents of the others in camp. For a brief moment, it allows her to lower her defenses slightly, a voice that reminds her of home. "I don't have a deal." Now that isn't entirely true, is it? Humble origins, but a complicated present. And those red eyes give away more than she may like. "Trying not to be dark, honestly not that mysterious. I'm just a ranger from the Dalelands. A spider hunter. Nothing more."

@thcdoomed liked this for a starter / accepting

this camp is certainly an interesting one. jaheira has only been here for mere hours now, but already she can identify several interesting dynamics among these people. she's always been the observant type, and having spent many years with hero types ( and otherwise ), she can typically pick apart someone immediately. dronia is different, though, and jaheira hasn't quite figured them out yet.

they may all have the same goal, but she's fully aware that there are other things that everyone else wants. there's a generous mix of different motivations here, and she can't help but be curious about what the situation is going to be like when all of this is over. "so, what's your deal?" she asks the other, her accent thick as ever. she's actually curious, which is rare for her, typically she only takes information she's willingly offered when it comes to companions and allies. "you've got that dark and mysterious thing going on about you."

[casimirlovescoffee]

Hi, may I request the best Dhampires aka Alucard and D in one go? I want them, if possible seperate, with a female reader that tries on some clothing of them. I want it to be fluffy/cute witha hint of NSFW if possible!

Wearing his clothes (Female Reader)

Rating: Mature (MDNI, NSFW-ish)

Tags: Fluffy/Cute, hint of NSFW

A/N: This is my first time writing something with D and I hope I did him justice. I tried my best to not do too much NFSW on them both like you asked. Enjoy!

Alucard:

Alucard was walking around his castle, wondering where you were. He had just came back from some hunting and was surpsied as he didn't find you in the libary as that was where you usually were. Witha bit of concern, he walked through most of the castle and sighed in relife when he found you in your shared bedroom. With a smile he opened the bedroom door, ready to announce himself.

"My love, I am back home." He said cheerfully, only to freeze when he saw you. The sight of you left him speechless for a second. You wore his black/yellow coat, hugging it around your body with a gentle smile, which quickly turned into you looking at him, forzen as well with wide eyes. For a second you two just stared at each frozen. And then, he walked over to you quickly, bearly giving you time to react as he hugged you tightly.

"You look so good in that, my love. Do you want to wear it all the time? You can have it if you want!" The blond man cooed at you all gentle and happy, which made you blush, mostly in embaressement. You hadn't meant for him to try the jacket on. Youa also were a bit flustered because you were hugging the jacket around your body mostly since you were naked under it. It was not your fault however. You were just about to change clothes in the bedroom and the ajcket happend to be on a chair, temping you to try it on and see how it felt around your body and arms!

Once Alucard noticed just how flustered and embaressed you were, he finally looked closer at you, pulling the jacket aside slowly and smirking when he saw your bare breasts. "Oh? You are all naked under my jacket? How naughty of you, my love~" He cooed into your ear and slowly guided you onto the bed, carefully pushing you back untill you are laying on your back, facing him as he slowly leaned over your body to kiss you deeply while his hands slowly pushed the jacket out of the way so he could kiss down your naked skin.

"Adrian, the jacket-" You started to say, but cut off with a moan when he licked a long stripe up your pussy. "I want you to leave it on while I take you apart with my tounge. After all, it is a lovely sight~" He cooed and then ate you out like a man starved while looking up at your body and face.

Hunter D:

It happend when you and D were in a small abandoned house for to rest a bit for the night. He was currently outside of said house to find something for you to eat. He had left his hat and coat behinde, trusting you to not mess with them. But they laid there so tempting and you could't help put put the coat on, giggling at how it was too big on you. You then put the hat on and then made what you thought was a cool pose. Only to have someone near you clear their throat.

You blinked, turned around and saw D looking at you with a raised eyebrow, making you freeze in the pose you were making. "Why are you wearing my hat and my coat, my dearest?" He asked and you blushed deeply. "Uh, well- um- Maybe I just wanted to be like you!" You stuttered out all flustered and he blinked and then hummed.

"Like me? Does that mean you want some blood?" He asked and put down a rabbit he had managed to catch for you to cook. "What if I do?" You asked and he snorted in amusement. "Oh? And how will you get blood, hm? From me?" He joked and you had an idea then. "Yes, in fact I will bite your neck." You said and he froze at that before standing up all tall in front of you. And that made you a bit nervous.

You squeaked when he suddenly pinned you to a wall, one of his legs slowly moving to be between your legs. He pressed his knee against your pussy with your clothes in the way and leaned to your ear. "How naughty of you. But I will indulge you. my dearest. Bite me and find out what happens if you do." He teased and you shuddered, leaning up then to leave a rough bite on his neck, which caused D to groan into your ear.

He moved you to pin you down on the bedrool and looked deep into your eyes as he slowly undressed you. "Since you bit me, it's only fair that I have a taste of you in return, my dearest."

[simpcityy]

My Little Spawn Pt.3 (Dadstarion X Child!Reader)

Summary: Astarion was finally free from Cazador after being kidnapped by a mindflayer but he was stuck with one annoying task, you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Baldur's Gate 3 or any of its characters.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Use of (Y/N), Cazador, language, violence, spoilers for those who haven't gone far in the game, mentions of blood, animal death...Uhhh...I think that is all.

Authors Note: Thank you all so much for the support! I am so glad you are all loving this series so far! As always please, like, reblog and comment if you are loving this series and hopefully others would like it as well. Also...THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 500 FOLLOWERS. YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST. Since we reached this number, I would do another father figure series because I feel I'm much better at that than a romance x reader version. Who should it be? Gale? Wyll? Rolan? Gortash? So many choices!

  Astarion leans against the rocky wall watching you get swarm by the female druids and Tieflings coddling you from how adorable you are. He lets out a small smile seeing you pout as the ladies coo at you. He thinks back to the discovery he found out 2 nights ago. Dhampir, when has Cazador ever been involved with a human. More importantly which dumb female wants to be in a relationship with Cazador. He looks at you seeing you trying to squirm away from the ladies. He sudden thinks back how protective Cazador was with you. Never letting you step out of the palace even at night….no…he wasn’t protecting you but rather himself. He’s raising you as a spawn to conceal the reality of your powers. What a bastard but then again Astarion is not surprised, it’s Cazador after all.  

 You finally had enough of this ladies and burst out crying “Astarion!” You wail feeling overwhelmed. He sighs and walks over “Excuse me Ladies, I think the little one has enough and I hate for them to get cranky.” He picks you up walking away from the pouting ladies. “Now, now, there is no need to cry” He sighs and rubs your back as you whimper clinging on to his armor. “Don’t like the attention or what?” He asked as you only kept quiet whimpering a couple times laying your head on his shoulder trying to relax. He leans his head back trying to look at you, “Are…you okay, so odd of you to be quiet.” He mutters trying to find the group in the grove. “I just miss home…I miss papa…and everyone else…” You mutter. He sighs “there, there but you have me no?” He hums walking through the grove enjoying this simple conversation with you. “I want to go home…my clothes don’t fit much…it hurts me and I miss my toys!” You whine. Astarion lets out a chuckle “Oh what a spoiled little spawn…well creature…eh, you’ll always be a little spawn to me.” He puts you down looking at you, it was true, he did notice you were an inch taller than yesterday and your clothes did look a bit tight. “Oh you weren’t kidding…” He thinks looking around “Dhampir do grow faster and mature faster….” He mutters to himself before going to a trader seeing if they have anything in stock, fabric even. 

As he was busy, you stray from him as you spotted a few tiefling children playing. You ran over smiling “Can I play!” You stood in front of them. “Sure! You’re from Baldur’s gate aren’t you by the way you talk and dress?” One of them smiles, “What games do you play at home?” One asked. You think carefully. Games, well you play ball by yourself, Cazador has you learn reading and writing. “I…um…I don’t know…usually papa has me studying and sends his people to play with me.” You held your hands behind your back and kick your feet in a shy manner. “Oh…you’re those kinds…Um….I think I heard my mom calling” They quickly left as the others give other excuses and leave you alone. You only look down and grab the ball they dropped bouncing it on your own. “What’s the matter?” Gale walks over seeing the scene. You look up, eye glossy trying not to let tears fall down. “Making friends is hard…” You whisper “Back home there is no other children playing with me…” Gale looks at you thinking back to himself as a young child. “It is isn’t it?” He smiles gently grabbing the ball from you and tossing it to you playing. You smile giggling and toss it back to him. “I don’t have any friends at home to play with, papa never lets me leave the big castle…” You catch the ball as it was tossed back. “Is that so? I know how it feels to be lonely…how about this.” He catches the ball and placed it down as he squats to your height. “(Y/N) would you like to be my friend?” He smiles as your eyes widen gasping. “You mean it!” Your little body bouncing with excitement. Gale nods waiting for your response. “Yes!” You bounce happily “ I have to tell Astarion!” You ran off to find the pale elf. Gale chuckles watching run off to bother Astarion with a big smile on your face.  

The next day You were told to stay in the grove. Shadowheart chuckles watching you pouting away eating whatever was given to you. “I want to go out too!” You look up at her. She only sighs “How do I deal with children…you want to go out you say? I guess we can outside the gates and collect some herbs. I know everyone is going to need healing after this battle.” Getting up, she held your hand and walked outside of the grove. You ran around happily collecting flowers for everyone. “What am I supposed to collect?” You asked her. She smiles fixing your hair “See this herb right there, that’s what we need.” She points as your eyes follow the direction she was pointing at. You ran over picking it up smiling and collected more. She only sits by the rock watching you over as you collected whatever caught your little eye. You hum the same tune Cazador would hum to you. Collecting flowers you stopped seeing a bunny hop around in the distance. Shadowheart was busy playing with the artifact like a rubik's cube only to look up hearing the poor bunny squeal in the distance. She panics not seeing you and gets up putting the artifact away. “(Y/N)!?” She follows the sound before going down a small path behind a rock wall seeing you drain the blood of the poor bunny. You look up at her blood soaking your shirt and your lips stained. “What…are you doing?” She slowly walks over to you and kneels by you. You look at him “I…I didn’t mean to…I wanted to play with the bunny but…” You began to wail feeling overwhelmed by these urges. “Oh please don’t cry.” Shadowheart panics looking around, not knowing what to do in this scenario. “Where is the Spawn when you need him…okay. Let’s clean you up and a nap will help” She holds your hand ignoring the blood and toss the rabbit on the side into a bush for a wolf or other animal to chow on. She walks to the river and makes you wash your hands. “Relax, everything is going to be okay.” She whispers as you whimper. She collects water into her palm and rubs off the blood from your shirt the best of her ability. She sighs seeing the shirt to be now discolored into the blood stain. “Your bag is in the grove….we can’t let them see you like this.” She wipes your cheeks clean as well. You look over hearing the bush rustle behind her. Shadowheart quickly picked you up and took out her mace. “Who goes there!” She glares. You cling to her only to tear up seeing Astarion walk out of the bush. 

“There you are, I thought I smelled blood near the gate.” He was out of breath and bruised from the battle they came back. His hair was all over the place and had a panicked look on his face. Shadowheart puts her mace away “Don’t scare me like that! I could’ve swing!” She scolds at him. He paid no attention to her as he walks over seeing your face stained in tears and a scared look. He noticed your clothes stained in blood. He took you from her arms and held you close, his hand on the back of your head. “What in the hells were you thinking?! I thought it was your blood I smelled all the way from the gates! I thought you got hurt!” He yells but not loudly knowing how much you hate it. You only laid your little head on his shoulder crying into his shoulder, your fist clinging on to him. He softens a bit feeling your little shoulders shake, you were scared. “What happened?” He looks at Shadowheart ready to pin this on her. “What did you do to them!” He glares at her. Hearing the commotion, Tav found them along with the others following. “What’s going on? Why is (Y/N) crying?” Tav walks over ready to stop Astarion seeing the murderous glare at the young woman. “What did you do!” He repeats to her, holding you close. “Their Dhampir side came out…” Shadowheart looks at him, feeling a bit speechless seeing him get this overprotective. She snaps out of it and points to the bunny in the bush. Gale walks over but turns around quickly “If you have a weak stomach…I suggest not looking” He covers his mouth. Tav walks over and looks at the bunny. “Gods…its in pieces….” They whisper. Hearing their comments made you tear up. They think your a monster, they won’t be your friends anymore…they won’t take you to see your home and papa anymore. You only hide your face more, letting out choked sobs. “Enough! Think before you speak.” Astarion held you close “We just hide the damn bunny and do our best to cheer them up…they are feeling overwhelmed and not themselves…gods do you people ever use your brain?” He walks off holding you close. 

  Night fell, you were in Astarion tent, in the corner. The pale elf walks in holding food, “Your still human…you need to eat this….we can start implementing human foods more than blood to control that urge.” He sits by you. You only look at the plate, hugging your knees and shake your head no. “(Y/N)...it was okay what you did…it’s in your nature…and I know your scared…I was too…when I first became a spawn….” He whispers softly and scoots closer only for you to scoot away. “ No…I don’t want to you…or anyone…like I did to Mr.Bunny..” You tear up. “Is that why mommy didn’t want me…am I a monster…they…probably won’t be my friends anymore” You whispers thinking back their reaction to the bunny. Astarion looks at you before grabbing your arm, you gasp and try to wiggle away, scared to hurt him only to feel a warm embrace. Astarion held you close, planting a kiss on the top of your head. “By hells, you are speaking nonsense little spawn.” He rubbed your back. “If they thought of us as monster, we wouldn’t be here now…they…are odd in their own ways you know so no one is perfect.” He grabbed the plate “Now eat up” He feed you a piece of fish and sat you on his lap, making sure you ate. You happily munched feeling slightly better. 

  After finishing your food, you laid your little head on Astarions chest as he held you close in one arm while the other was busy reading a book about Dhampir’s he found in a box. Your little doe eyes look up seeing everyone walk to Astarion’s tent. You cling to him feeling anxious only to calm down as Astarion rubs your little arm, “Relax, they come bearing gifts” He hums. Gale was the first one to talk “(Y/N), it was rude of me to…you know…having a weak stomach but you have nothing to worry about, I will always be your friend.” He smiles and leans down leaving down a purple wrapped gift on the ground for you smiling. He rubs your head “Sleep well” He whispers before being pushed back by Karlach, “Hey little soldier! Look what I got you” She smiles placing the small stuff bear in your arms which you happily accepted. “Thank you” You whisper shyly hugging the bear. Shadowheart smiles as it was her turn. “I got you some pretty flowers and made a couple of bracelets, we both have one. “ She shows off hers and place the other next to Gale’s gift. Tav walks over smiling and crouched next to you and Astarion. “Mine…you’ll have to wait because I promise…I will take you back home” They pat your head. Upon hearing this, you gasp. “You mean it! I get to see my papa soon!” You sat up. 

Astarion leans back watching you interact happily with everyone, that fear gone. He chuckles seeing you yawn and rub your eyes. “Alright little spawn time for sleep.” He looks at the others shooing them away from his tent and picks you up, fixing the bedroll and lays down, holding you close. He wasn’t going to let you go through this alone, not on his watch. You’re his little spawn after all.

[one-in-a-million-fishsticks-blog]

So, lately I've been reading my way through some really good Castlevania fics on A03, and I have to say that while there exists a delicious selection of fix-its....

There is a definitive lack of time-travel fics where the Nocturne-era crew get sent back to 1400s Wallachia.

Imagine the insanity of that scenario? Maria, Richter, Annette, and Juste have never known anything quite as bad as the full power of Dracula's wrath. Even Ezrebet Bathory couldn't hold a candle to carnage and destruction on that scale.

Alucard is just having an all around awful time for obvious reasons, and then you have Trevor and Sypha. Trevor is just doing Trevor, getting drunk and trying to forget his grief when WHABAM!... More Belmonts, two other random hunters, and a super old dhampir with depression. He is not emotionally prepared for any of that, and neither are the others.

Sypha is just doing Sypha, trying to save the world and looking for the right crew to help her out with that. She has no idea what her presence (and Trevor's) mean to Alucard, just that she's found her Hunter and Soldier.

Trevor is immediately both protective of his newly materialized relatives and standoffish with them. He of course has no idea that they've time-traveled or that he's their ancestor, so while he sees Richter as "just a kid" and innocent of any wrongdoing, he holds some resentment towards Juste because his perspective is basically "Why didn't this surviving elder of the Belmont clan come to try and help me when I was alone as a child? Did he genuinely not know that I was alive or did he just not care?"

Richter really wants to say something and set the record straight, but Juste finds it easier to be loathed than to try explaining, so he keeps Richter quiet.

Maria is still just mourning her mother and trying to recover, so she mostly does her own thing while occasionally spending some time practicing magic alongside Sypha and Annette.

Annette isn't sure how to feel about this whole clusterfuck, but she's pretty sure that she hates it, and she definitely hates having to watch as people undergo even greater suffering around her.

Alucard is crying in the corner, he's so fucking exhausted but can't tell anybody because he needs to be strong for "the kids," Oh..... And also this version of Trevor still hates anything and everything night related, even him, so showing weakness just gets him mocked.

And there's Dracula coming in from the left with a steel chair!!!!!!! 😮 🪑

[bubblespalace]

Hi! How Sakamaki brothers would react if their dhampir ex-girlfriend (they broke up because they constantly drink her blood that taste sweet like nectar) is going to become Karlheinz's 4th wife and he cares for her because she is the product of union between a vampire and a human and she capable of human emotions?

Also I love your blog🥰!

Bubble: THANK YOU SM!! 💗

"Oh? You? To be honest, I wouldn't expect anything less evil from him, stealing what used to be mine. Women... Untrustworthy in every way."

"Ha? I do not understand why my father would pursue someone so idiotic, unintelligent, and classless as you!"

"Oi! You asshole! Stealing my old prey! Pancake has had my mark on her! That blood is still mine, even if we broke up!"

"How dare you! You were my doll, always and forever! You were the one who decided to leave me and just to spite me, you come along on my father's arm?! The nerve you must have!!"

"Huh, so my Bitch-chan is now that man's little bitch. No matter how many times woman prove my view correct, it still seems to cause my blood to boil."

"SHIT! Why the fuck are you with him?! Do you know what shit he pulls on everyone?! He'll fuck you up so quick, you won't even know what's happening!"

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

I feel like the targaryen reader would have only marry alucard if he agreed to all her terms, like first she needs to have many heirs for house targaryen, the children must have the name targaryen and valyeran first names, their first language will be high valyeran which she also expects him to become fluent in, and other targaryen traditions like cradle eggs and on a unrelated note alucard is so malewife coded😂 do you think that he would agree to her terms or would he try to negotiate with her

Oooh, yes, I 100% agree! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

Targaryen! Reader absolutely has a list of demands she expects Alucard to adhere to. I imagine an infernal document, forged not only by law (and/or blood) but by magic. It makes it so anyone who fails to obey the rules as they are written suffers. Now I'm not saying it would be IMPOSSIBLE to break the contract/its spell, but it would be an influential safeguard that tells Alucard: 'Don't even THINK about going there!'.

Alucard becoming fluent in another language is easy to picture, as he already knows several. They say the more languages you learn, the easier learning new ones becomes.

And yes, oh my god! He's so malewife-coded! Like if you've ever seen/read The Way of The House Husband (about an ex-yakuza member who retires to become a house husband), that's a good representation of what Alucard would be like in his malewife duties. (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

He plays it cool at first. He tries to be stoic and negotiate as if he doesn't have an embroidered apron with his perfect measurements ready to don at a moment's notice.

Of course, he eventually relents after a few goings back and forth- not with the intention of necessarily changing any of her requirements, more so as a show of willpower.

I believe even as a Yandere, Alucard is so desperate for eternal companionship, he's such a simp in the way he bends over backward to appease his "love". He knows his life is going to be long and lonely, even as he watches Village Belmont flourish right before his eyes. He wants a legacy that can grow with him, and keep him company for the rest of his life.

Granted, Targaryens are not immortal, but their dragons are so long as they are fed and are not hunted/killed. This guarantees Alucard a companion, and a supernatural one at that, which is especially consequential as it fulfills the connection to his inhuman side. So long as humans keep breeding, technically speaking, Alucard could find new sets of human companions as the previous ones age and die off. But it's trickier finding a supernatural companion, and a loyal one at that.

Not to mention if they get busy having kids (and for the sake of the argument here, let's say that dhampirs are totally NOT sterile and are capable of producing offspring), then those kids start having kids, we're talking about a potentially revitalized Targaryen line! (I mean yeah, it would prob take some inbreeding but that's nothing new with Targaryens, am I right?)

I can totally see Mr. Mom/Househusband Alucard building a specialized crib for any of their children, with a little nook for their kid's cradle egg. And then once both hatch, you have Alucard walking around Village Belmont wearing a twin baby sling, proudly displaying his two little beasts...

BEHOLD! A proud Daducard with his Targaryen babies:

[spacebarbarianweird]

Blankie

Summary: Astarion makes a blankie for Alethaine (and she, surprisingly, remembers it even centuries after).

Tags: dadstarion, dhampirs, fluff, visions of the future

Alethaine's age: 8 months old (and 305 in the second part)

Thanks @themadlu for beta-reading!

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Alethaine looks at Astarion with her pitch-black eyes. Her lower lip quivers as she gets teary with every passing moment. 

“Oh no,” the vampire mutters. “Did I do something wrong?”

Alethaine stretches her arms to him and Astarion lifts the dhampir up as the girl nuzzles into his chest using her father’s white shirt as a napkin. 

“Princess,” Astarion caresses her back. “What happened? “

He feels a rising panic. Alethaine is only eight months old and the whole experience of parenthood is so new and weird to him that he barely knows what to do with the toddler crawling around the house and demanding all his and Tiriel's attention. 

And he is oh so afraid of doing something wrong! 

“Tiriel.” Astarion approaches the red-headed half-elf who’s busy cooking a stew for herself and the baby. “I definitely did something wrong, but I don't know what”

Tiriel puts away a spoon and kisses his cheek.

“If you had done something wrong, she would not have ruined your shirt,” Tiriel bends towards her daughter and touches her left ear, so elongated and different from hers. “Kitten, did you just miss Daddy?”

Alethaine makes a weird sound which is easily interpreted as an agreement.

“She wanted you to hold her,” Tiriel smiles. “You are doing well, Astarion, trust me. I talk to local women a lot and they keep telling their husbands that even a vampire is a better father than them.” 

“I am afraid to hurt her,” Astarion says. “I am afraid I will do something unacceptable, something that will leave her damaged… “

As he worries, he presses Alethaine closer. The girl has a loud heartbeat, but her chest doesn't move, her breath stolen by dhampirism a few months ago. 

A half-undead baby. The primal source of Astarion's anxieties and joy. 

“Astarion,” Tiriel says, her focus back on the simmering  dinner. “I have a request for you.”

“Anything you want, my sweet,” Astarion leans towards her to inhale her scent. 

“Could you make a blanket for Alethaine? Not a regular one, though. One with a toy stitched on it? Like you know… She can sleep under it and hug a toy. I saw it at Nandaek and Ruligith’s house, and I  thought that thing was really cute.”

“I am sorry, I can hardly imagine what you mean,” he laughs. 

Alethaine suddenly has enough of being held and demands to be put down. Astarion complies and the toddler runs up to the wall to watch a spider crawl up the ceiling. 

“And I think we need more pillows,” she adds. 

**

Astarion blames either his lack of imagination or Tiriel’s eloquence and decides to go straight to the neighbors, a Dwarven couple who also live in the underground part of the town. They are both of Duergar descent and prefer the caves to the woods and mountains. 

Rutha is the same age as Alethaine, but she still cannot walk and mostly sits in her cradle. When Astarion enters, invited by Ruligith, Rutha watches him carefully as if feeling the guest was not a regular visitor. 

“Tiriel keeps mentioning this blanket and I am more than willing to make one for Alethaine, but I have no idea how it's supposed to look!”

Ruligith approaches her baby and takes the blanket out of the cradle. Rutha makes a fuss even though she was barely touching it. 

“This one?” The dwarf hands the blankies to Astarion. 

It is rather small, more like a big napkin but enough to cover a toddler head to toe. It is crocheted and a tiny bear is stitched to it.

Well, of course, Alethaine would not enjoy a bear nor soft pink colors. It needs to be pitch black and the toy… a bat. Yes, a cute bat will do!

Astarion thanks the dwarf, wishes Rutha a good night (as if she were an adult lady), and goes looking for a crochet hook. He mostly prefers needles and threads, but there is something meditative about working with such a simple tool. 

He finds a small market in the central square on the surface part of Daggerlake. The seller doesn't even question why someone would need so much black yarn but decides to give a lecture that spokeshaves would be better. 

When he finally returns home, Tiriel has already had dinner and is cleaning the table on the side where Alethaine sat. 

Astarion gives Tiriel a kiss and goes straight to the fireplace to make the blankie. 

Astarion finds stitching so relaxing that he gets completely lost in the moment. Soon the black blanket is ready and it is time to make the bat. It is a bit more difficult since he has never crocheted toys.

Intrusive thoughts keep appearing despite all his concentration. Pathetic, miserable, useless. Deserving to be beaten and punished. Astarion keeps crocheting faster, hoping the thoughts will leave him.

It’s like a dark storm. No reason to fight it, it will kill you. You just need to wait till it goes.

Finally, the blanket is ready.

Astarion adores his work. Will Alethaine remember having it? Or she will soon ruin it and forget all about it? 

He stands up and goes to the bathroom where Tiriel is bathing Alethaine in a small tub. Thanks to the dwarven pipes, there is always hot water in the town, a luxury even by Baldur's gate standards. 

Alethaine starts laughing, baring her fangs when she notices Astarion entering the bathroom. 

“Hello, princess!” Astarion says. “Look what I made for you!”

Tiriel takes the blanket out of his hands. 

“It is so beautiful,” she says. “And you made it so fast!”

“Well I am a fast learner,” he chuckles. “My ancestors were named Ancunins for a reason, the ones who learn by hand!”

Astarion wraps Alethaine in the new blankie and warms her up. 

He unwraps her and wipes the toddler dry while the girl laughs and tries to grab the little bat. 

Astarion kisses the girl's cheek. Then he kisses her chest and shoulders. Alethaine giggles feeling her father's cold lips and tries to grab his curls. 

“Aren't you the sweetest baby?” he chuckles, grabbing her little body. The feelings of awe and excitement overfill him. Such a small and delicate creature, such a lovely girl. Astarion plants kisses along her belly and hands and then a wave of shame hits his mind like the darkest tide.

He lets go of  Alethaine who is very unhappy with his sudden mood swing. 

What is he even doing… 

Can a father kiss his daughter like that? Or he has just ruined something important for his daughter, or done something inappropriate? 

He steps back. 

“Is anything wrong? “ Tiriel asks, coming to the room with fresh clothes. 

“I… I… “ he can barely say anything. 

Tiriel puts a black onesie on Alethaine and covers her with the blankie. The girl immediately hugs the toy. 

“What happened in those few minutes I was away?” Tiriel takes his hand. 

“I… I did… I was kissing her.”

“And? “

“I think I shouldn’t have.”

Tiriel laughs. The wave of shame fades. 

“Astarion you are her father, of course, you can kiss her!”

“And what if she didn't want me to?”

“She would show you. Astarion, listen, I know almost every form of intimacy is tainted for you, but there is nothing wrong with kissing your daughter as long as she doesn't mind. A couple more years, and she won't let you do it anyway.”

“I have seen fathers who… “ he can’t finish the sentence. For some reason, the atrocities men of every race occasionally do to their own children now feel much less understandable. 

“Astarion, don't wind yourself up, please,” Tiriel smiles. “She will remember her father being attentive and kind and she will demand it from every man she meets in her life. And she grows fast so use this opportunity to squeeze her.”

Astarion feels shame again now because only in his sick head caring for a baby could gain a perverted connotation.

“Astarion, do you trust me?” Tiriel whispers.

“I do, my love.”

“Good. Do you trust me to believe you are a good father?”

“I think so?”

“Good. Because you are,” she smiles and tugs him closer. Alethaine is already asleep. 

Astarion leans to kiss his baby’s forehead. The dhampir smiles and presses the crochet bat closer to her chest.

305 years later

The storm clouds are so dark that it feels like night above Darknest, the castle home to an unlikely alliance between vampires and dhampirs, the Blood Guild, . 

Astarion studies the list of requests. Running a castle isn't an easy job, but he likes it. 

After the war with the demons that were turning the vast lands of Faerun into a wasteland, there was nothing more satisfying than managing a property. 

It is over, he reminds himself. The abyss is sealed. The world has changed and Astarion barely recognizes the maps and towns – but, well, every victory has a price.

He knows he is witnessing the end of one era and the beginning of another. 

Astarion remembers an elven army like the world hasn't seen in 10,000 years. He remembers the hordes resurrected by Alethaine marching through the cursed wastelands right into the abyss’s maw. He remembers the Blood Guild’s vampires and dhampirs joining the fight because they all had more in common with mortals than demons. 

Alethaine was heavily wounded in a fight. He was not  sure, but it seemed like the necromancer had fallen down from a great height. When the battle was over and the demons had faded into oblivion, Alethaine’s husband, Elren Goldenroot, tried to go search for her even though he had been wounded too (not surprising considering he led the elven army, slaughtering demons with his sword Rilyamacil). Astarion ordered him to stay put and soon found Alethaine at the foot of the mountain.

She may have been one of the strongest necromancers. She may have been a dhampir. For fuck’s sake, she was the High Queen of Elves chosen alongside her husband to rule what remained of Tel’Quessira. 

In that moment, she was his helpless daughter barely alive and covered in ash and dirt. 

Astarion remembers how he knelt beside her and how he prayed to hear her heartbeat, only to hear two. 

It shocked and mesmerized him so much that he just sat with Alethaine in his arms listening to the second heart. 

He brought Alethaine back to safety and then had to retreat back into the shadows. When the darkness fell on the world yet again, the elves had already left for the Isle of Evermeet, their kingdom in the seas protected from the demons and the undead by a strong veil of magic. 

Astarion doesn't even know if Alethaine got better. If her pregnancy ended well. The mere thought he could be a grandfather right now weirds him out. 

“Astarion,” Theris, his so-called nephew, a tiefling-dhampir he co-founded the guild with, enters his room. “We have guests.”

“Who?” Astarion asks. The Blood Guild has a lot of clients, but rarely anyone is so bold as to come in person. Usually, mortals send letters asking someone to meet in a neutral place. 

“Come and see,” Theris says and disappears on the high ceiling. 

Another annoying thing about dhampirs. Those fuckers are almost invisible to vampires.

Astarion goes to the tower which belongs to the dhampirs and is used for the rare mortal guests. 

No, it can't be… 

The elf in traveling armor smiles when Astarion enters the room. 

“Nice to see you, Astarion!” Elren smiles. High King of elves or not, he is still the monster slayer and folk hero he used to be. 

Astarion hugs his son-in-law. 

“I—I am happy to see you. Though I expected someone of your standing to travel with a whole troop!”

“I have ten archers with me, but they all waited in the safety of the camp. I decided not to put them at risk.”

“So you think you are safe here? "Astarion chuckles. 

“I have been killing much scarier things than vampires, Astarion. And Alethaine is a much more intimidating presence than anyone here.”

“How is she? "Astarion asks. " Is everything all right? “

Elren smiles. “Yes, she is great! Well, she can't enter the druidic groves and there are dozens of them on the Isle, but she also built a whole dungeon for her dark arts and I guess we are protected from anything thanks to that.  And… Tiri already tries to steal my arrows,” he adds somewhat proudly.

“Tiri..” Astarion echoes.

“Oh, I am sorry! You have a granddaughter. Alethaine called her Tiriel. Tiri. She has red hair, the color of fire, and blue eyes.”

Astarion must be smiling like an idiot. A granddaughter! 

Elren proceeds to talk about the baby elf. That the first thing she tried to do once she managed to make any coherent movement was to run away to the woods. That she rarely cries, but is easily scared by anything necromancy or monster-related. That Mordo, a skeleton butler Alethaine made out of three people she hated, now has to live in the dungeons and never leave them. That she, the oldest child on Evermeet, has already befriended all other elven toddlers on the Isle. That she speaks both Elven and Sylvan but keeps mixing them together and sometimes Alethaine doesn’t understand what she wants. 

“Listen, if it is no bother for you…” Elren finally says.  “Alethaine told me that when she was a baby you made her a blanket with a crocheted toy. And she wonders if you could make a similar one for Tiri.”

“Of course! But considering what you told me about her, I doubt she would enjoy a black bat.”

“She likes dragons, “ Elren smiles. “And the color  green.”

**

The green blanket turns out perfect. Astarion adds golden symbols to it – protective runes and simply beautiful things. He wonders how his granddaughter looks. She is definitely not similar to Alethaine, the pale dhampir. A mortal redhead girl with blue eyes of her father, who tries to steal arrows and wants to explore the world around her. Who clings to her mother demanding attention but avoids dark and scary things at all costs. 

Then, Astarion proceeds to crochet a little dragon. He doesn't have to rush. Elren said he will come back with his people in a week, so he takes his time. 

God-forsaken elven magic that doesn't let Astarion go to his granddaughter and see her in person! He feels like he is being left out and deprived of a very important thing in his undead life. But you can't have everything. Besides, Tiri will grow up soon… And maybe she will even remember the blanket he has made for her. 

Elren comes back in ten days. Now his archers wait for him by the castle walls – they want to sail to the Isle before winter starts and the waves get too high. 

“You look more like yourself,” Astarion laughs seeing his son-in-law. His cloak is torn, his armor is missing the right shoulder pad and a deep cut crosses his cheek; Elren looks exhausted. 

“Yeah, you know, fighting something ten times bigger than me is definitely out of my comfort zone,” he says. “At least I don't need to worry about who will ensure my armor is neat and clean.”

Astarion hands him the blanket. Elren unfolds it and watches closely the runes and the toy.

“Astarion, I hope you are aware of how truly talented you are.”

“Just centuries of practice.”

“I doubt I will be able to do anything remotely close to this even when I am 800. Thank you! Alethaine will be thrilled.” 

“I made it bigger than the one she had so Tiri won't grow out of it any time soon.”

Elren puts the blanket in his sack and hugs Astarion goodbye. 

“Listen, if it was up to me I would invite you to live with us.” 

“I know, Elren. But truly, that elven kingdom of yours would be boring to me”

“True,” The High King of Elves presses his right hand against his heart. “Cuio vae, Astarion.”

**

Alethaine presses the blanket against her face. It’s made of different types of yarn and Darknest is half a world away from where Daggerlake used to be. 

But the blanket smells like home.

It’s the color of wet green and has intricate golden symbols all over it. The little dragon is detailed and reminds Alethaine of her childhood plushies, also made by Astarion. Thanks to the fact she’s finally learned how to reverie, memories of her long life are back and she even remembers her childhood even though elves usually forget everything that happens before 50.

Elren thinks that’s because they were raised in human communities, though Alethaine would place her bet on her human ancestry.

Alethaine feels like the blanket slips off her hands.

“Here, Tiri. Ma nás mára tyen?”

“Ná!” Tiri wraps herself in the blanket and goes to check on Elren who is in a deep trance after a long journey where he and his warriors barely had any rest.

“Don’t disturb him,” Alethaine asks. “Come on, Little Fire.” She lifts her daughter up and kisses her forehead. “Let’s put you to sleep.”

--

Quenya vocabulary

Ma nás mára tyen? - Do you like it?

Ná! - Yes

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