Imagine meeting Aela during a walk one night.
Anon requested: “could I request a Aela The Huntress(Skyrim) x Vampire Male Reader? Something similar to your Serena x werewolf reader. Except reader is a vampire and one night is going out for a stroll with his son and daughter and Aela happens to be in her Werewolf form and accidentally attacks the reader and his kids but he protects them and She gets hurt but reader tends to her. They then get to know each other and get together and she becomes great mother to reader kids and both later have their own child. On that Aela the huntress x Vampire Male Reader request I forgot to mention that reader is related to Serena and is a Vampire Lord.”
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It was a cold, cloudy night in Skyrim, one were no matter where you went it was dim and dreary. A light mist dampened the heads of anyone outside.
Three figures, two children and a man, were out walking the footpath near Lakeview Manor. The boy and girl were bundled up in cloaks and warm clothes while their father wore red and black armor underneath a dark grey cloak. An ebony sword hung from his hip, ready in case a creature attacked.
“Papa, what plant is that?” The little girl asked while pointing to a large purple flower. The man chuckled and knelt down beside his daughter.
“This, Sofie, is called a Deathbell. They’re used to create poisons.” Sofie quickly pulled her hand away from where she was touching the petals of the bell-shaped flower. The boy ran ahead and froze when he heard a branch snap.
“Papa, there’s something moving in the bushes over there.” The boy pointed at a large bush, and y/n put his hand on his sword hilt. It was probably nothing, but in Tamriel there was always a chance it was something.
“It’s probably just an elk. Trust me, they’re more afraid of me than you are of them.” No sooner had y/n said this than a large form crashed out from the foliage. Standing before the family, the werewolf let out a loud howl and charged.
“Papa!”
“Alesan, Sofie, behind me!” The two children ducked behind their father, and y/n pulled his sword from its scabbard. Lightning flickered at his fingertips, and without hesitation he shocked the charging werewolf.
The werewolf howled in pain and snarled, raising it’s claws to swipe at the man. Y/n pushed his children back and raised his sword, the metal screeching as the werewolf’s claws ran down the blade.
“Alesan, take your sister and get back to the house!” The boy opened his mouth to protest.
“But papa—”
“NOW!” The two children took off running towards the manor. As soon as they were out of sight, y/n spoke to the werewolf again.
“My children don’t need to see their father become a monster.” Shadows gathered around y/n, then dispersed quickly as wings burst from his back. His skin paled, his eyes flowed a deep red, his canines became long and razor sharp, and his hands became clawed. The vampire lord let out a bellowing roar, and flew at the werewolf.
The werewolf had only seconds to react. It was not enough. The pale, clawed hand of the vampire wrapped around it’s throat and hurled the werewolf into a nearby tree. The tree splintered and fell, the werewolf collapsing at its base. Y/n grabbed the werewolf again and slammed it once, twice, thrice against the ground, each time cracking the earth with the impact.
The werewolf lost consciousness, staring up at the vampire lord above it.
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Aela groaned as she opened her eyes. Her head was pounding, and her ribs ached like a boulder had landed on her. The faint light from a torch barely illuminated a ring of stones surrounding where she laid, bound by cords, on a table in the middle. The scent of blood lingered, and turning her head Aela could see the body of a mage covered in blood with their throat ripped out.
“I see you’re awake.” Twisting her head around as far as she could, Aela saw the form of a man lurking in the darkness. She could only just make out his features, nothing definitive that could identify him except a red glow were his eyes should be.
“Who are you?”
“A question I might ask you, werewolf. Normally I would just kill you and dispose of the corpse, but I recognize that dagger you carry.” The man picked up a dagger—her dagger, Aela realized—and twirled it around idly. “Skyforge steel? Very few people have the honor to carry one of these.”
“Unbind me and I’ll show you just how much honor I have.” The man seemed unfazed by her threatening tone.
“Answer me first. Why was a werewolf attacking my children and myself?” A faint breeze blew towards Aela from the direction the man was standing in.
“If I attacked your family, it was an accident.” Aela sniffed the air, and scowled at the scent carried from the man. Death and blood, and the stale scent of long dead blood. “I know what you are. You’re a vampire. No doubt your ‘children’ are just your former meals turned undead.”
No sooner had the words left Aela than the vampire was baring his fangs an inch from her face. Even in the dim torchlight, she could tell he was handsome. Sharp cheekbones and his y/h/l, y/h/c hair made for quite the fetching combination were it not for the burning red of his eyes.
“My children are only ten. Barely old enough to play with wooden swords, much less be vampires.” Aela glared up at the vampire, then closed her eyes and sighed.
“Listen, my name is Aela of the Companions. I didn’t mean to attack your children or you. Now can you please untie me and we can forget we met one another?” The vampire stared at her suspiciously, then straightened himself up.
“Here.” In the blink of an eye, the cords binding Aela to the were cut. She sat up, wincing at her aching ribs. Her dagger was handed back to her. As soon as Aela stood up she tumbled to the ground, sharp pains emitting from her torso. Broken ribs. As if tonight wasn’t bad enough.
“Let me help you.” A pale hand was offered to Aela. She took it, and the vampire wrapped his arm around her before leading her down an overgrown path.
“I’ve told you my name, but you haven’t told me yours. Who are you?” The vampire was silent for some time before he answered.
“My name is y/n, of the Volkihar clan.” Aela’s brow knit together in confusion.
“The Volkihar?” Y/n adjusted his arm around Aela’s shoulder.
“An old group of vampires.”
“So why come here?”
“Needed a change of scenery.” A large home loomed in front of the pair. Y/n guided Aela up the steps and opened the front door. The inside smelled of woodsmoke and dried herbs. Two children were sitting at a large table in the middle of the main hall, and rushed towards y/n as soon as he entered the manor.
“Papa, you’re home!”
“We thought you had gotten hurt or—” The two children became quiet at the sight of Aela. Y/n guided her to a chair and turned to his children.
“Alesan, Sofie, this is Aela. Aela, these are my son and daughter.”
“An honor to make your acquaintance.” The children giggled at Aela’s formal greeting. Y/n cleared his throat.
“Children, Aela is going to be staying with us until she’s healed. I want you to be on your best behavior, alright?”
“Yes papa!” The children spoke in unison. They ran off deeper into the house, and y/n walked over to an alchemy table in the corner of the room. He returned shortly with a minty scented salve.
“It’ll make your ribs hurt less as they heal. You can sleep in the spare bed.”
“Thank you.”
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The sound of a baby crying was what woke y/n up. Groaning as he dragged himself out of bed, the vampire lord went down the hall to the nursery, lifting the infant from the crib and holding it close to his chest.
“Come now, hush. I’m here, no need to cry.” The baby’s cries quieted down to soft whimpers as y/n rubbed small circles on its back.
“Is everything alright?” Aela stood in the doorway, already dressed in her usual armor. No doubt she was preparing for another hunt, or going on a mission for the Companions.
“Yes, they just woke up. It’s all fine now.” Three and a half years had passed since Aela and y/n had met. In that time they had occasionally met one another in their adventures, then courted one another before marrying and adopting a baby from Honorhall Orphanage.
Y/n had entrusted Aela with the whole truth of who he was, the next in line to become Lord of the Volkihar after his parents passed. He had introduced Aela to his sister Serana—who had started dating a werewolf, funny enough—and taken her to see Castle Volkihar (from a distance, y/n refused to set foot in that damn castle again).
“Sofie is going to come with me to learn how to use a bow. I think she’ll make a fine Companion one day.” Aela brushed their baby’s hair out of its eyes. The child gurgled happily and grabbed at her fingers.
“I’ve always thought she’d be an alchemist. Be careful out there.” Y/n gave Aela a kiss, and she returned it with a smile.
“Always am.”
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