#vampire lucanis

[vorchagirl]

For Lucanis Week Day 5, I opted to go with blood - because I'm writing a vampire Lucanis fic. So here is a sneak peek at the start of my fic.

Dreams of Blood

He was hunting her.

Victoria held her breath and scrunched into a ball as footsteps slowly crossed the room in a measured unhurried tread. He didn't try to muffle the sounds he made, didn't try to hide his presence, though she knew he could have; had he been inclined, he could have moved with the grace and silence of a stalking cat. No, he wanted her to hear him. Wanted her to know he was coming for her.

She closed her eyes tightly, her breath burning in her lungs as the door to the old wooden wardrobe creaked open, deafeningly loud in the frigid night air. Her heart thundered in her chest, beating as loud and fast as a drum as the clothing was pushed to the side and the cool air brushed her skin. He chuckled - a cocky sound - and lightly brushed his fingertips against her hair.

"Victoria..."

He had found her.

He always did.

Victoria opened her eyes and gasped as she gazed up into the handsome face of a stranger who was as familiar to her now as that of Viago or Teia. Night after night he found her in her dreams. Stalking her. Hunting her. Sometimes as violent and terrifying as a demon, and other times as gentle and soft as a lover. His wild black hair gleamed like the wings of a crow, and his eyes, as dark and fathomless as the night sky, burned into hers as he captured her gaze.

She didn't know his name as he knew hers, but she knew his touch, his smell, and the feel of his skin against hers intimately. Craved it. As much as she feared and ran from him, it was impossible to resist the hold he had over her, or to break away from him once he found her.

It was terrifying. Exhilarating. His touch made her blood sing every bit as much as a drug, and she craved him just as strongly.

When he found her, he became her world.

He extended a hand to her in an elegant gesture, his lips lifting in a smirk as she took his hand and allowed him to pull her from the wardrobe and into his waiting arms. Powerless to resist. Unsure now if she even wanted to resist - had ever truly wanted to resist - as he gathered her close and brushed his lips against her throat.

A soft touch.

A gentle kiss.

A lover's embrace.

He drew back and now his eyes glowed with inhuman red-violet light, his pupils dancing hungrily as he pinned her with that gaze. She caught a gleam of sharp fangs as he smiled and he lowered his face back to her throat…

Thanks to @datvcompanionweeks for hosting, and to @beemot for the art - though this is only a sneak peek of the art too!

[doctormur]

Family Dinner

At Villa Dellamorte

Inspired by "The sweet smell of you" by @im-on-fire-today

(and this motivation post^^)

According to my dashboard a lot of people are into Vampire AU for Lucanis now. So I decided to do this to^^ Failed with anatomy but whatever X)

[im-on-fire-today]

The sweet smell of you.

Lucanis never asked for this, never wanted to be a monster. Now he has to survive off of blood, and the sweet smell of Rook's blood is driving him insane. When she offers to help, he wants nothing to do with it, but Rook doesn't take no for an answer.

Rating: 18+

Tags: Vampire Lucanis, blood sucking, Biting, Blood, Oral Sex, Sex

Pairing: Lucanis x Rook

Read here on AO3

[dread-red-queen]

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Work has begun on the sequel to Scarlet Kiss XD. Here's some art of Lucanis's newest tattoo.

Why is he shirtless and posing like this? You will find out in the fic XD

BlueSky Version HERE

[void-bitten-ghost]

Okay so thoughts for that hunger demon vampirism Lucanis au thing

People find out pretty early on like, he's biting and tearing out throats in his intro. But Rook, unhinged, unflappable, just sort of goes 'huh. Anyway, there's these gods--'

Rook makes a system. They each give blood that's collected in wine bottles and kept in a chiller that just sort of materialised when needed it. I was thinking bloodbags like capri-suns but I'm not sure what the Thedas equivalent would be? In this situation? So sterile bottles it is

Everyone opts in but Davrin. Blight and all that. Plus Lucanis would rather chew dirt than owe the elf anything early on.

Taash is spicy. Bellara is sweet like mild fruit but with a bitter aftertaste. Harding? Old earth, umami but with an electric zing to it. Neve... I'm not sure she would opt in tbh now i think about it. But regardless she tastes like something deep and rich cut with floral tones. Emmrich is very similar, but the floral aspects are brighter and more vivid. Dav? Rancid. Lucanis could smell the rot in his blood from day dot. Even when they've patched things up Lucanis politely declines any offer while stating this fact

Now Rook... varies. Depending on faction. A Crow is most likely tangy, given Viago's teachings. LoF, maybe light and salty? A grey warden would probably offer and be rejected like Davrin, but they're still the one that suggests and puts in motion the blood donation plan so...

Lucanis was against it. Of course he was. Rook needed to convince him with logic and no small amount of puppy eyes, plus they just sort of... did it? Behind his back? Ish? They asked if people would be on board with it to get the ball rolling and he was distraught over the idea of

1) Inconveniencing his colleagues

2) Being dependant on said colleagues

So Rook also suggests he feed on who they kill. This was another heated discussion about his fading humanity that somehow ended with flirting??

"Hey, I don't want you feeding everyone else while you starve. It's only fair."

"Rook, I don't need--"

"Ab bab bab!" They interrupt. "If you don't want to acknowledge this with the others, fine. I get it. But I expect you to come to me when you're struggling."

"And what would you do with a blood thirsty creature who knew 127 different ways to kill you with his hands alone?"

"Other than be horribly enamored?" Rook grins. "I'd feed him."

[potatofantiger]

WIP Wednesday

Omg I finally have something!!! @woundedsoul12 @jenn2d2 thanks for the tags!

From my Vamp! Lucanis AU "Bite the Hand That Feeds"

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Lucanis wiped the blood from his mouth, wrinkling his nose at the bitter taste. This was supposed to go better. He’d intended to steal into the camp, eliminate them one by one while they were sleeping. He didn’t need a whole army of Venatori hunters descending on the woods. Lily didn’t deserve to deal with the fallout of helping him. She was just trying to do the right thing. He shook his head, ears pricked for any more signs of the Venatori. When he heard nothing he crept to the forest floor, stomach grumbling. He took a few steps and stumbled, cursing as he felt the bandages on his torso. They were soaked with blood again.

“Mierda,” he growled. He was still too far from home to make it safely. He could smell Lily’s scent even this far through the woods and hated the way he wanted to go back. He should leave her be. He should never see her again. He was dangerous, a monster. 

And yet she wasn’t afraid of him. She’d helped him, when anyone else would’ve driven a stake through his heart and called it good. He shifted to bat form, hissing as his wounds protested the movement. He could glide with minimal pain and made his way towards Lily

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@zombiefishgirl @cute-ellyna @mythals-whore @raven-6-10 @dread-red-queen

[kai-dimir]

Here Forever

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook

Tags: bloodplay, vampires, vampire bites, blood drinking, blood kink, knife play, blood, biting, sexual tension

Summary: Day 7 - Bloodplay

A sacrificial lamb turned pet. Loved and pampered by the beast that was meant to kill him.

SFW snippet below

They weren't always this affectionate. In the beginning this had been a job for Rook. The reality of the situation had been different though. Viago had discovered Lucanis' affliction, and as a show of good faith, he gifted one of his best crows to Lucanis as a sacrificial lamb. Rook's job was to keep Lucanis' hunger satiated. That had been 5 years ago. They had grown close over those years. They're relationship had morphed from an unusual arrangement to a loving partnership

[onlyslightlypsycho]

The Hunt

Rook is out completing a contract in the dead of night. High above the city, they watch her, and they are hungry.

@rookanisstuff is making some sinfully good vamp-canis art and put out a plea for fics as well. It planted a brainworm, and whelp-here we are. Enjoy some filthy, hedonistic smut y'all.

Preview is below the cut because it's sinful.

Read the rest on AO3 here!

They nose the tender skin behind her ear, skimming across the line of her neck with their fangs. But they don’t bite down. Not yet. They enjoy—perhaps too much—the building concentration of her arousal in their air, and they know that if they were to reach inside, they would be warmly welcomed by her eager flesh. She must be dripping with want, more and more on edge with every passing moment. She groans as they lick away her sweat, massaging over the pulse point of her throat. It calls to them, a siren song that reminds them of their purpose. It cannot be ignored much longer. They hunger. “Yes, I’m yours,” she moans, circling her arms around their shoulders, and they nearly purr with satisfaction. They are grateful for the lack of armor, the way her exposed skin soaks in the evidence of their proximity. A buckle scratches the swell of her bosom, imparting a line thin and red, her blood barely hidden within it. Just a hair more pressure and the skin would have broken, scarlet paint revealing the masterpiece within. They duck down, laving the blemish and indulging in the sweat of her exertion. Beneath the salt lies her natural aroma, saccharine and rich and more divine than any other they have encountered. Her breasts are sensitive, and she shivers so rapturously for them, arching her back and forcing more of herself into their kiss. “More,” she begs, and they chuckle in satisfaction around the plush mouthful. But they do as she requests, dragging a pointed fang along the scratch. The pressure travels through the roof of their mouth, telling them exactly how much is needed to push to split the surface, and their head swims with overwhelming craving. With a dull pop, the skin gives way, the first drops seeping like molasses over their tongue, tangy from the adrenaline and mead-rich with the need coursing through her veins. She groans as they suckle over the small wound, coaxing more blood to flow. They lose themselves within the rush of relief, encouraging her legs to widen as the limbs weaken. Not from blood loss—they haven’t taken more than a sip’s worth. But her muscles struggle to support her under the power of her lust. It heats her blood, the elixir turning to hot honey, and the hedonism of it thickens their cock. They pull back to watch the rivulets run down pale flesh and disappear into the low neckline of her dress. Any other night, the garment would have been a reckless choice for such a mission. But they never would have allowed the fool to harm her. Had the man lifted so much as a finger in retaliation, he would have been split from cock to throat in an instant, and they would have enjoyed the way their innards spilled across their boots. And she had known it. Had devised this game to whet their appetite from the moment she sensed their resurging need to hunt and drink. Had picked this dress to torment them from afar. Every inch of it promises sin—a plunging neckline, a split that ran nearly to her hip, and such insufficient protection for a huntress at work. But she holds unwavering faith in them and knew that they would follow. Knew the jealous indignation that would meet her after watching another's hands caress her, mark or no. She liked to walk close to the edge, after all. Had built a cottage to live in at the very cliff of danger. She thrived on it. And they would oblige her needs as she did theirs.