#vancha

Today was a sunny one, so you expected Vancha to be outside. Despite the fact Vancha was perfectly okay if you slept during the hours of day, you stopped doing so for the past few months. Little Eleri was growing up so fast and like her father, she wanted to go out in the sun and train herself like he did. She was proving to be a tough as nails little girl and you had a tough time keeping her in line. You didn't wanted to risk her training like her father whilst she was still a developping, small child. Much to her chagrin. Vancha understood your intentions and surprisingly had agreed, telling Eleri that "in the wild, cubs stay with their moms until they are old enough for the hunt". She had pouted at your green haired lover, but neither of you could be swayed. Eleri was at her usual spot, her big blueish green eyes glued to the door, waiting for her father to come back with a slightly sulking expression. You sighed. "Sweetie, why don't you go to bed? It's important for growing children to get their sleepy time." She looked at you before she shook her head. "Nope. I want papa to tell me a bedtime story." She said and whilst you knew it was an excuse, you could not deny that Vancha had a lot of interesting stories to tell whenever you tucked the little sprite into bed. Honestly, you were glad that she didn't went as far as to copy her father's sleeping habits as sleeping on the ground next to Vancha wasn't always comfortable. The two of you had made sure she got everything she needed, including a top notch cabin in the woods to live considering her twin wasn't allowed to enter the mountain. Gannen, Evanna and their son were frequent guests at the cabin. It was for more reasons then just promoting peace between the races and making sure the future was one of pacifism. As a small child, Eleri would have been the only kid at the mountain and honestly it broke your heart a little to imagine her having no friends to play with. This way, she could at least play with her brother and you honestly felt grateful she had a friend. Almost as if he sensed Eleri waiting impatiently in front of the door, it opened and Vancha stood in the doorway with his red skin. He grinned as he saw his daughter jump up like an overtly excited puppy. "I see my little sprout is fighting her bedtime like a warrior." He complimented her as he hoisted her up. You shook your head with a loving epression on your face as you closed the door. "She wanted to wait for you to tell her a bedtime story," you explained. "Please papa? I want you to tell me that story about the bear again!" She pleaded excitedly and Vancha threw her in the air before catching her. "Of course my little one." He winked at you as he carried Eleri to her small room, which aside of a bed was filled to the brim with presents from vampires all around the world. When she was born, the vampire race rejoiced at her birth and she probably had the largest and most expensivve baby shower in history with pretty much everyone wanting to give a gift to the daughter of the vampire prince. Some of them turnt out to have some darker intentions with her, but Vancha would get rid of those with a swiftly delivered death sentence. Another reason to live far away in the wild where only his brother and Evanna could find him. Vancha placed her on the bed with a careful tenderness that fatherhood has bestowed upon him and your heart melted as he stroke the hair from her face. Eleri grabbed her favorite stuffed animal, a tiger gifted to her by Larten Cresley that wore a beautiful ribbon which once had decorated the hat of her uncle Hibernius. Vancha cleared his throat and began his story, "This happened over a century ago, when I was training deep in the Carpathian mountains…"

God, this art is so goddamn old . Lmao. I never finished it, but hell, it's good enough to post for now at least. Have some vampire brothers.

Gannen: This is sad. Alexa play despacito

Awe, thank you so much! I personally read the book series a year or two before the movie adaptation came about and it always stayed with me. It's such a well-written series that I noted it down in my top 10 favorite children's stories that inspire me when I had to make a top 10 for my writing classes as I'm an aspiring children's author myself. Gushing about the writing is how CDF fans found me and apparantly there's a small but dedicated CDF fanbase that's dying for Vancha content. I am all too happy to please. I love writing for niche fandoms, which is actually why I made an exception to my usual rules as I only write one-shots but with the CDF well being all dried up I did accept a request to writing a prequel of sorts to my Vancha fic, which is one of the two Vancha requests laying in my inbox right now. You're welcome to add a third! I'm so overjoyed to have found other Vancha fans, I swear I blame my soft spot on green haired anime characters on this man.

(A) Aftercare - Vanchia is a practical man. He cares more about cleaning his lover up and taking care of her ache then he offers something to drink or other pleasantries. If it took place outside, he won't clean up the area. That's mething only does indoors. (E) Experience - This man has lots of experience. Being a vampire, a Prince and being outside of the castle a lot, he has plenty of women both vampire and human to choose from. Because he has a soft spot for the vampaneze, I imagine he has even slept with a vampaneze or two. (H) Hair - Vancha doesn't care for grooming himself but the carpet obviously does not match the grapes. He is not that disgusting to whipe his pleghm on his pubic hair. (L) Location - To Vancha, it is hard to imagine a place he hates to have seks at. Wether it's indoors or outdoors, this man doesn't care. When he's feeling the need, he'll just have a go at it. He doesn't likes having onlookers too much though, and does try to withold himself to spot a secluded area, wether its in a bush or behind someone's car. (O) Oral - He surprisingly prefers giving rather then receiving. It started out in an attempt to get his partners wet enough for them to be able to take Vancha's cock, but over time he found himself growing addicted to the taste of a pussy. (P) Pace - Vanchia usually is mindful enough to start out slow because of his size, but once his partner has adjusted he picks up the pace to a fast and rather rough tempo. Vancha is the kind of man that leaves the average woman unable to walk straight the next day. (S) Stamina - This man certainly has a lot of stamina, that is for sure. He could go on for a full day, of course with some breaks in between the rounds to grab something to eat or drink. (V) Volume - Vancha is rather loud and doesn't holds his voice back. He growls and moans softly into his lover's ear, his voice husky with desire for whoever is underneath him in that moment. (X) X-ray - This man is quite packed down there. Whilst he his dick is far from small, the moest impressive thing about it is its thick girth. Which is why he takes good care of prepping a woman right before she takes him inside as even his regular partners throughout life needed to adjust every time (Except for Evanna given her powers).

It was several decades ago, and you had finally outgrown your fledgling state. You had decided it was time for a celebration, but you couldn't come up with a way to celebrate. Hopping into a bar wasn't your thing, even though a little spiked blood was definitely something you could use. So you were pretty much circling around the nearest town to the vampire mountain, wondering if you should stay or if you should just flit back to the rest of your kind. You decided to clear your restless head in the forest and walked into the sea of trees. As you allowed them to swallow you from everyone's sight, a sense of ease washed over you. The forest was even more silent at night, with just the sound of owls in the distance. You enjoyed the smell of the fresh green, letting it penetrate your nose. It wasn't long before you reached the river and you took off your shoes. Sitting down, you let your feet sink into the water. You shivered a little, but it felt good. It was peaceful and quiet, until you heard a splashing sound further down the river. Always having been a curious kind of person, you decided to investigate. You wondered if it could be a bear on the hunt, but didn't that happen during the day? As you got closer, you noticed whilst there was someone hunting fish, they very clearly weren't a bear. It was a person and one you vaguely recognized from having visited the mountain a week earlier. It was Prince Vancha, battling what looked to be a very big trout. His muscles glittered in the moonlight, his wet green hair might as well have been black and was sticking to his face. You duck out of the way just in time as Vancha threw the trout on the grass, the wounded fish desperately flopping on the ground. Vancha took you in as he hoisted himself out of the river. "That was a good catch, my Prince." You said with a bow. Vancha started laughing. "There is no need for the formalities, sweetheart. Though it is a big one indeed." Your face got a little red at the endearment as he was far more attractive up close then you had previously thought. Because you hadn't eaten yet, your stomach could not help but growl as Vancha picked the trout from the ground. He grinned as he heard it. "I think this meal is big enough for the both of us. How about we share?" You blinked in surprise, not having expected the rough looking prince to be friendly whatsoever. But the playful flirtatious look in his eyes was beckoning you, and honestly you could use the offer indeed. "I think I am taking you up on that offer. I'm y/n, " you said as he gestured for you to follow him. "Let's go to my cabin, it would be rude not to offer a lady a seat when she is eating." You smiled in response, thinking your night was only getting better. It wasn't long before you reached a cabin and as you entered you noticed it was almost primitive with how little traces of modern luxuries were to be found. Vancha quickly placed the trout on the table and reached for a knife. Quickly, he started chopping the fish into pieces as you took a seat on a treetrunk that had been neatly cut off to function as a seat. It didn't took him long to finish and you were surprised with how clean and perfectly thin the slices looked. "Does the lady want a fishstick?," he asked with a grin and you laughed both in the past and present as you recalled that moment. Let's just say, you were enaromered right away.

Vancha: Then I've lost interest

*Evra and Merla high five