#was it Alistair?

[peppymintdreams]

isaac finally allows pickle to leave (or pickle simply sneaks outside). while outside, they get turned by a vampire Σ(°ロ°)

Oooo I like that..

A Change of Blood

Isaac Rhoades x Pickle

The air outside was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the warm safety of the home Isaac had built around Pickle like an impenetrable fortress. It had taken weeks of careful negotiation for Isaac to even consider letting them step outside. He had made it clear—blatantly, painfully clear—that the world beyond their walls was dangerous, filled with countless threats he couldn’t always protect them from.

But tonight, something in Pickle had stirred. A yearning, an ache for just a moment of freedom. Whether it was a promise Isaac begrudgingly allowed or a rebellious decision they acted on when his back was turned, they found themselves walking under the silver glow of the moon, the weight of his warnings trailing in the back of their mind.

The quiet streets were oddly still, every sound amplified—the soft crunch of their shoes against the pavement, the rustle of leaves in the wind. They wrapped their coat tighter around themselves, taking in the beauty of the night, the solitude it brought.

That solitude, however, didn’t last long.

It began as a fleeting sensation—a shiver up their spine, as if unseen eyes were watching. They stopped walking, their breath hitching as they looked over their shoulder. The street was empty.

“Just nerves,” they murmured to themselves, quickening their pace.

But the feeling grew stronger, an oppressive presence that made the hairs on the back of their neck stand. And then they saw him, stepping out from the shadows like an unholy apparition. Tall, elegant, and impossibly pale, his piercing crimson eyes glowed faintly in the dark.

“Out for a midnight stroll?” he asked, his voice smooth and predatory.

Pickle froze, instinct screaming at them to run, but their feet wouldn’t move. “I-I was just heading back,” they stammered, their voice trembling.

“Oh, don’t let me stop you,” the man said, though his tone suggested anything but permission. In a blur of movement, he was suddenly before them, his presence suffocating. “Though I must say, it’s rare to find someone so... enticing wandering alone at this hour.”

The words sent a chill through them, and they took a step back. “I really need to go,” they said, their voice firmer this time.

But he was faster. His hand shot out, cold fingers gripping their wrist. “Don’t be so hasty,” he murmured, leaning in as his eyes darkened with hunger. “I promise, this will only hurt for a moment.”

The last thing Pickle saw before darkness overtook them was his sharp, gleaming fangs descending.

When they woke, their body ached with an unfamiliar intensity. Their senses were sharper—too sharp. The soft rustle of leaves sounded deafening, the scent of damp earth overwhelming. And worst of all, there was an insatiable hunger clawing at their insides, a thirst that burned in their throat.

They staggered to their feet, disoriented, only to come face-to-face with Isaac.

He was livid.

“Pickle,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous as he approached, his eyes blazing with an intensity that made them shrink back. “What. Happened.”

The sight of him was both a relief and a terror. Relief, because he was Isaac, their Isaac, the man who had always kept them safe. Terror, because his expression was darker than they had ever seen.

“I—” Their voice cracked, their throat dry. The memory came rushing back in fragmented pieces: the pale man, the fangs, the pain. They touched their neck instinctively, feeling the faint ridges of healed puncture wounds.

Isaac’s jaw clenched as realization dawned on him. His hands balled into fists, and for a moment, he looked as though he might combust with rage. “I told you,” he hissed, his voice trembling with fury and anguish. “I told you not to go outside.”

“I didn’t mean for this to happen!” Pickle cried, tears streaming down their face.

Isaac’s anger faltered at the sight of their tears, replaced by a deep, gut-wrenching sorrow. He closed the distance between them, pulling them into his arms. His grip was firm, almost desperate, as though holding them tighter could undo what had been done.

“You don’t understand,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “You don’t know what you’ve been cursed with.”

Pickle clung to him, their tears soaking into his shirt. “I didn’t want this,” they whispered, their voice raw with guilt. “I didn’t—”

“I know,” Isaac interrupted, his voice softer now. “I know, my love.” He pulled back just enough to cradle their face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away their tears. “But this changes everything. Everything.”

The hunger clawed at them again, sharper this time, and they gasped, their hands clutching at Isaac’s arms.

He saw it—the flicker of crimson in their eyes, the pain etched into their features. He cursed under his breath, his expression shifting to one of grim determination. “You need to feed,” he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil in his eyes.

“I can’t,” Pickle whispered, shaking their head.

“You can,” Isaac said firmly, his hands tightening on their shoulders. “And you will. I won’t let you suffer.”

They stared at him, horror and desperation warring within them. “I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

Isaac’s gaze softened, and for a moment, the fierceness in him gave way to a profound tenderness. “Then take from me,” he said, his voice low and resolute.

Pickle’s eyes widened. “Isaac, no—”

“Yes,” he said, cutting them off. “I would bleed dry before I let you starve.”

His words hit them like a tidal wave, the depth of his love and devotion leaving them breathless. Trembling, they nodded, their tears mingling with his as they leaned in.

Isaac tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck. “Do it,” he urged, his voice steady despite the rapid beat of his heart.

Pickle hesitated, the hunger and guilt warring within them. But when their lips brushed against his skin, the thirst took over, and they bit down.

Isaac hissed at the initial pain but didn’t pull away. His arms wrapped around them, holding them close as they drank, the connection between them deepening in a way neither had ever experienced.

When Pickle finally pulled back, their eyes filled with shame, Isaac cupped their face in his hands. “Look at me,” he commanded softly. “You’re mine, Pickle. Always. Nothing—not even this—will change that.”

His words were a vow, a promise that no matter how dark their world became, he would stand by them. And as the night stretched on, Isaac held them close, whispering words of comfort and love, vowing to protect them from the world—and from themselves.

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[a-drama-addict]

not caring too much about a fandom’s favourite guy is the worst. you’ll think “oh i’ll look into the tag see if anything new and cool’s there” and it’s just that fucking guy again

[eleni-anz]

alistair ft. philomena cunk

[orientalld]

They’re clearly too pure, too Fereldan for Antivan songs🥹

[necromosss]

"If you meant what you said Alistair, then swear on the divine. 'Tis not often you get to be in her presence" "I- It's- You never stopped being mean, do you?"

[stealingpotatoes]

zevran just invite your friends to brunch or smt you can't keep using assassination attempts as good excuses to visit them

(commission info // tip jar!)

[kanis-things]

[ruushes]

i'm sure there's a canon timeline but dao is a springtime game to me

[bunabi]

Thanks again @p243568 for commissioning me. A very cathartic piece for me personally. I hope the wait was worth it. 😭⚔️

[odi-arti]

"I thought maybe I could say something. Tell you what a rare and wonderful thing you are to find amidst all this... darkness."

[lomakes]

Sorry Alistair

[arcane-gold]

pim is proud to identify as morosexual

[saltlordofold]

double tank team issues 😔

[potatofantiger]

For scientific purposes, who was your FIRST romance in each DA game.

[brambeag]

mr. not allowed to die

[marduksstuff]

Art trade with @milton-chamberlain