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cubarsis · 6 days

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queridos. | h. fort garcía

synopsis : hector brings his girl home for the first time

genre : fluff

requests are open 🤍

AS HECTOR‘S GIRLFRIEND prepared to attend his family gathering for the first time, she couldn’t shake the feeling of nervousness gnawing at her stomach. She fidgeted with the hem of her dress, her heart racing with anxiety.

Sensing her unease, Hector wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. “Hey, it’s okay,” he murmured, his voice soft and reassuring. “You don’t have to worry. My family is going to adore you, just like I do. And I’ll be right by your side the whole time.”

His words were like a soothing balm to her frazzled nerves, and she leaned into his embrace, finding solace in his comforting presence. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “I’m just… nervous.”

Hector pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering against her skin. “I understand, but you have nothing to be nervous about,” he assured her, his voice filled with love and understanding.

“Just be yourself, and everything will be fine.”

As Hector and his girlfriend arrived at his house, Hector’s mom was waiting eagerly at the door, a warm smile lighting up her face. Without hesitation, she stepped forward and enveloped Hector’s girlfriend in a tight embrace, her motherly warmth instantly putting her at ease.

“Welcome, dear!” Hector’s mom exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine warmth and affection.“It’s so lovely to finally meet you in person. Hector talks about you all the time.”

She felt a surge of gratitude and relief wash over her as she returned the hug, feeling welcomed and accepted by her boyfriends family. “Thank you so much for having me,” she replied, her voice tinged with emotion. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you too.”

Hector stood by their side, a silly, proud smile on his face as he watched the exchange between the two most important women in his life. Seeing his girlfriend being embraced so warmly by his mom only reinforced his feelings of love and appreciation for her.

After Hector’s mom’s warm embrace, Hector’s dad stepped forward with a friendly smile, extending his hand in greeting. “Hello there, it’s a pleasure to meet the girl who‘s keeping my son busy,” his dad said chuckled. “I’ve heard so much about you from Hector. It’s wonderful to finally put a face to the name.”

She returned his handshake with a smile, feeling a sense of warmth and acceptance from both of Hector’s parents. “Thank you,” she replied, her voice filled with genuine gratitude. “I’m really happy to be here.”

With introductions out of the way, they all moved inside and settled into the cozy living room. Hector’s mom brought out some refreshments, and soon they were all engaged in lively conversation, sharing stories and getting to know each other better.

As they sat together, Hector’s mom and his girlfriend engaged in a playful and teasing chat about Hector and his role as a boyfriend. With cups of tea in hand, they leaned in, ready to share their thoughts and experiences.

Hector’s mom couldn’t resist a mischievous glint in her eye as she turned to her son’s girlfriend. “So, my dear,” she began with a teasing tone, “how is Hector doing as a boyfriend? Is he treating you well and living up to your expectations?”

Hector’s girlfriend chuckled softly, enjoying the playful banter. “Well,” she replied, matching her tone, “I must say, Hector has been quite the charmer. He’s always showering me with love and affection, and he never fails to make me smile.”

Hector’s mom nodded approvingly, a knowing smile on her lips. “That’s good to hear,” she said with a hint of mischief. “But you know, Hector can be a handful sometimes. I hope he’s not causing too much trouble for you.”

Hector’s girlfriend laughed, shaking her head. “Oh, he definitely keeps me on my toes,” she admitted, her eyes sparkling with fondness. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way. He’s a wonderful boyfriend, and I feel lucky to have him.”

As the conversation about Hector carried on, his mom couldn’t help but express her observation of just how deeply in love he seemed to be with his girlfriend.

“You know,” she began with a warm smile, “I’ve been watching Hector lately, and it’s clear to me just how much he adores you. He has shown me countless pictures of you, and his face lights up whenever your name is mentioned.”

Hector’s girlfriend smiled warmly at his mom’s observation before turning to her with equal affection. “And I love him just as much,” she confessed, her eyes meeting Hector’s with a tender gaze. “He’s truly the most caring, supportive, and loving partner I could ever ask for.”

The woman beamed at the exchange, her heart swelling with happiness for the young couple. “You two are absolutely perfect for each other,” she said with a smile. “I couldn’t be happier to see how happy you make my son.”

His mom nodded, a knowing smile on her lips. “I can see how much he cares about you,” she said warmly. “He’s never stopped talking about you since the day you two met. And seeing you together, it’s clear that you bring out the best in each other.”

As the evening wore on and the atmosphere grew more relaxed, Hector found himself growing increasingly clingy to his girlfriend. With his parents teasing them gently, Hector felt a sense of comfort and security in their presence, knowing that they were supportive of their relationship.

His girlfriend smiled warmly at him, her eyes twinkling with affection as she leaned into his embrace. Hector wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as they sat together on the couch. His fingers traced gentle patterns along her back, savoring the feel of her warmth against his skin.

Hector’s parents chuckled at the sight, exchanging knowing glances as they watched the young couple. “Looks like someone can’t bear to let go,” his mom teased, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

Hector blushed, but he couldn’t help but grin sheepishly. “Can you blame me?” he replied, his voice filled with genuine fondness as he pressed a kiss to his girlfriend’s forehead.

His dad chuckled, clapping him on the back. “You’ve got it bad, son,” he said with a wink. “But hey, that’s what young love is all about.”

Sure enough, as the evening drew to a close and they prepared to say their goodbyes, Hector’s mom pulled him aside with a serious expression on her face. Hector braced himself for what was to come, knowing that his mom’s lectures were always well-intentioned but sometimes a bit overwhelming.

“Hector, I want to talk to you for a moment,” his mom began, her tone gentle but firm. “I can see how much you care about her, and I just want to make sure you know how lucky you are to have found someone like her.”

Hector nodded, swallowing nervously as he prepared himself for the inevitable lecture. “I know, Mom,” he replied earnestly. “I won’t mess things up, I promise.”

His mom smiled, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I believe you, Hector,” she said softly. “Just remember to always treat her with love and respect, and everything will work out just fine.”

Feeling a sense of relief wash over him, Hector hugged his mom tightly, grateful for her words of wisdom and support. As they said their goodbyes and headed home, Hector knew that he would do everything in his power to make sure he didn’t let his parents or his girlfriend down.

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thewritetofreespeech · 1 year

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Romantic relationship headcanons for Dracula, Hector, Issac, Alucard, and Trevor?

Castlevania Boys Romantic Headcanons

Dracula

Once his defenses are down, he’s a very romantic man.

Despite his eons of life, he still believes in love, and true love, and expressing that to those that matter.

Even if it’s few & far between on being able to find it.

Since his time is endless, and theirs possibly short, he wants to spend as much of it as he can with them.

Going on walks, picnics, or just being together in comfortable silence while they read or relax by the fire.

He is also a very passionate man. So make sure your evenings are free for him.

Hector

Aww bless him. He tries.

Which is probably his biggest flaw. He tries too hard.

Hector is a classic over thinker, in the sense that he thinks on ever scenario and plans it out. Thinking this will create a perfect plan with now flaws, except he forgets that people are flawed.

Inevitably this usually ends in failure, but still a sweet gesture that is appreciated.

His gifts are usually very thought out, but also miss the mark. Like one time you said you liked green, and Hector remember this and gave you an emerald ring he pulled off one of his night creature carcasses.

At least your pets will live forward though.

Alucard

Although jaded by life, Alucard is actually still an incredibly sweet and charming man.

Though he tries to keep his heart safe and locked away, he does still keep it on his sleeve. And once he’s warmed up to you, will gladly give it.

Words often escape him, as he’s worried about saying the wrong thing. So his romantic gestures are usually in, well, gestures.

Finding a book he thinks you will like. Coming across some manner of poetry and leaving it on your nightstand. Collecting wildflowers when he goes out to hunt or fish for supper.

Trevor

More swagger than romance, but he’s getting there.

Trevor always says the right things. Good on compliments. Great on telling you how beautiful you are.

Terrible at remembering dates or plans though. So don’t expect him to remember anniversaries, or show up to dinners on time if you have a special one planned without reminding him 18 times.

It’s not that he doesn’t care. It’s just that his brain doesn’t work that way. More in the moment than a future plans kind of person.

He longs to be close to you, always. Not necessarily in a sexual way (though that is a lot) but just beside you, next to you, curled up by your side.

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honest-moth-of-silver-grove · 3 months

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hcs for all the castlevania boys (trevor, issac, hector, alucard, dracula, godbrand, the judge, varney, ratko & st. germain- i think that's all of them lol) caring for s/o reader on their period. can be modern times or past times whichever u prefer. 💖

A/N: I wish more people would be less disgusted and more understanding when it comes to menstruation. There are still so many myths circulating about it, I’m shocked sometimes. One time a guy on Twitter said he thought women got periods because they evolved to eat meat. And I was like…. Excuse you?? Lol. Anyway, on to the HCs!

Sorry, some are short. I wanted to do longer to make it fair but there were like TEN characters mentioned and my max is supposed to be SIX so some are taking a far back seat.

TW: Blood, Period Mention (still w/ GN Reader)

Castlevania Boys Helping S/O GN!Reader with Their Period: 🩸

Trevor:

Is surprisingly resourceful, given the man was a wandering drunk when you first met him.

Not so much in a kind about-it way, he’s very sarcastic and so over the whole thing right after it starts.

But he did have a large family once so he remembers what his sisters and mother went through.

Will cut off strips of his cape for you to use, but expects you to take care of any sort of ‘mess’, he’s pre-occupied cleaning whatever latest monster’s guts off himself anyway

Buys a whiskey but lets YOU drink most of it to help with the cramps (and for him this is the ultimate sign he loves you lol).

Alucard:

Is unexpectedly awkward for someone whose mother was a doctor.

He’s very knowledgeable but unsure of how to broach the subject, sort of giving you instructions on what to do (as if you made it to the age you did without knowing??).

And of course, the castle has everything you could need, and if it doesn’t, he won’t hesitate to travel to get it for you. Although he does insist you stay in while he retrieves it.

If you’ve been together for a while, offers to help clean you up in equal parts removed curiosity and bewitched hunger (although he’s comparatively embarrassed about that later part).

Hector:

Not phased at all. The man’s used to sticking his hands into corpses, why would menstrual blood be an issue?

Isn’t super knowledgeable about it, he’s been alone focusing solely on his needs for so many years, and this was never one of them. But he does try and learn now that he has you.

He sends his most trustworthy night creatures and reanimated pets to go hunting for the herbs and wild medicines you use. On the other hand, Hector orders the more domesticated pets to stay and cuddle/play with you.

On the days you’re curled up in a ball in bed, he offers to read some of the books he’s been writing as he knows you find his voice very soothing.

Isaac:

Fascinated by human psychology and biology from an earlier age, so he’s moderately educated on the subject.

Blood does not scare him, but he does understand the societal stigma around sharing such a natural cycle with him.

Like Hector, he sends out his night creatures to fetch you whatever you need.

Ensure you drink enough tea and water to stay hydrated. Also asks that you eat plenty of red meat to help replace some of the iron you’ve lost.

Is one of the few men that requests you stay as active as you can, limiting rather than stopping your regular activities. Movement and keeping your mind occupied should make the days pass much faster, as Issac is a firm believer that self-discipline is one of the most powerful tools of all.

Godbrand:

Not grossed out, but ends up grossing YOU out with his enthusiasm about the whole thing

Will of course offer to go down there himself and ‘take care of matters like a man’ - his words, not yours.

What? For Godbrand, being with a living, breathing, and most importantly, bleeding human are the perks of your relationship. It’s like having a partner and a constant food source all in one!

Will absolutely curse out if not straight-up attack any other vampire who dares to bitch about your mood swings or irritable behavior. And then once you’re out of earshot, he will proceed to bitch about said mood swings and irritable behavior. What? At least he’s gentlemanly enough not to do it to your face.

Dracula:

The most caring and respectful king fr

He is super understanding and educated on the subject. In fairness, he’s probably curated half of the books on menstruation within his vast libraries.

Has the necessary products on hand- strips of cloth, herbs for cramping and pain, teas, and a medieval-era heating pad of his own invention.

Like Godbrand, offers to pleasure you down there to help relieve some cramps with the help of an orgasm, although he’s much more romantic and poetic when he suggests such a thing to you. And unlike Godbrand, he’s in it solely for your benefit. The idea that he’d get to feed as well is the farthest thing on his mind.

Literally the most perfect and doting husband to ever walk the face of this earth oh my god.

The Judge:

Expects you to handle it yourself lol.

Don’t ask him for advice or aid. If you must seek out assistance, he directs you to another woman or midwife within the town.

Considers it highly inappropriate to discuss such matters, even if you’re together.

0/10, not very helpful, would not recommend.

Saint Germain

Knows a decent amount of what to expect and how to aid you should you request it.

He’s well-educated and very well-traveled, so he’s encountered quite a few different cultural views of menstruation.

Does, however, expect you to take care of the more messy parts of it.

He will offer you back rubs or make tea, but aside from him being aware of your current condition, he doesn’t change the way he treats you much at all.

Sala:

Gets high key disgusting with it

Asks if you can gather all your bloody rags in a big bowl so he can perform some satanic ritual with it. (You’re like… Um, no??? Unless you’re cray-cray too, which, if you’re with him, has a fair chance of ringing true.)

Will tell everyone else in the monastery about it cuz he’s a freak like that.

Keeps reminding you how in your current state, you would be a perfect sacrifice for the Great Lord Dracula… Ya know, because of the blood thing?

Subtly is NOT his strong suit

Varney:

The entity also known as Death knows your cycle better than you do lol.

Keeps a mental calendar in his head, and starts peppering you with more kisses than usual a few days before your bleeding starts.

Just really wants to get on your good side. And wants you to recall in the coming days, how sweet he was to you, so you know, you don’t take all your anger and frustration out on him.

Very little scares him, he is Death after all. But aside from people not dying and Belmont giving him another go, your mood swings on your period scare the hell out of him.

He’s not a patient man, and by day seven, Varney feels rather demoralized after being encumbered by his partner’s common human condition.

Begs Ratko for help. Is promptly told to piss off.

Ratko:

Doesn’t react, except to tell you that you smell so much better this way.

He delivers that line in such a deadpan too, you almost misunderstand what he’s talking about.

Admits that he’d be willing to ‘clean you up’, should you find that arousing.

Regards you the same, but does find himself staying closer to you than normal, for fear the other vampires and night creatures around you will find your scent so enticing and try to take what’s his.

Challenges anyone who looks your way longer than five seconds. Partly as a means to protect his claim over you, but mainly because he rather enjoys the combat practice.

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angelltheninth · 9 months

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I saw you did a Hector (from castlevania) post a while back. Any chance you can do prompt 367 with him?

I haven't thought about Hector in a hot minute. Ah the angsty memories.

Pairing: Hector x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, overstimulation, teasing, clit stimulation, edging, begging, gentle dom!Hector, sub vampire!Reader

A/N: The next Castlevania is gonna be good, I know it will but damn I'll miss the old characters.

367. "If you want to come you'd better beg."

Being part of Hector's research usually involved reading up on books, helping him sort through his equipment, helping him clean up after he's done, simple work like that. It was fun being his assistant even if you were originally appointed as his guard and needed to make sure he actually worked.

It never occurred to you that'd you'd ever be assisting him while you were sprawled on your back across the table, your dress pulled down so your breasts could bounce freely under his hands and Hector thrusting in-between your legs.

You haven't been going at it for long but you were so close already. The only problem was that for some reason no matter how tightly coiled that heat in your lower stomach was you couldn't make yourself go over the edge.

"What's the matter? You've been clenching on my cock for a while now. Won't you come for me? Why so shy now, pretty?" You wanted to come, you really wanted to, "Maybe you need me to take the lead. Show you how good it feels when you're fucked full of my seed." Hector rolled your nipples under his thumbs, his thrusts speeding up and up and up until they came to a screeching halt. Then one thrust. Another. And a third one for all of his cum to flood your inner walls.

You still couldn't do it. "Hector, please, I need you to... I feel like I'm going crazy."

"Ah. I see what's going on here." He smirked down at you, "Poor thing, are you perhaps waiting for my permission?" Your cheeks flushed as he let you nuzzle into his palm, feeling how warm he was to the touch. "If you want to come you'd better beg." You bit and sucked his thumb instead, refusing to sink so low as to beg a human for an orgasm. Hector had his own ways of making you listen. His other hand trailed down your body, his finger quickly and roughly rolling over your clit. You almost bit his thumb off from the pleasurable torture. "Beg. For. It."

As you looked at him from the corner of your eye it irritated you, how he was just a human, with so much power to hold over you with the pleasure he was willing to give and take away. "Please. Let me come." It was the most embarrassing words you'd ever spoken in your life but they also felt like the most liberating when you heard his next ones.

"Good girl. You can finish." He said it with so much authority that your body obeyed him without a second thought. You couldn't stop your hips from smacking against his, taking his cock and more of his cum until you fell flat against the surface. In the process of it you didn't realize that your fangs broke his skin, that you were sucking on his blood, "Didn't tell you to do that. But I suppose you earned yourself a little treat." Hector moved his thumb back and forth along your tongue, spreading the blood on it, making you moan for a whole other reason.

This man was straight up addictive, you didn't see it happening before now but you were eager to hear every world he had to say. And even more eager to obey it.

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denynothing · 3 months

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➔ hector would kiss you forever if he could

You release his mouth when you take notice of his struggle. Hector makes a displeased noise despite the heaving of his chest. His pale lashes are dewy with tears, his lips kiss swollen. You use your thumb to wipe away the spit on the corner of his mouth, your own curling into a smile. His cock is lodged inside you, deliciously warm and thick as it rubs against all those pleasurable spots inside you. Hector’s fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips, though his hands will never be able to leave bruises on your skin with their weak human strength.

“More?” You ask knowingly, and his thighs strain beneath you with the effort of keeping still.

“Please.” Hector begs, those pretty blue eyes staring at your mouth.

“Oh, puppy,” You can’t help but coo at him, carding a hand through his hair, and slowly grind your hips. His answering groan is muffled when you take advantage of his open mouth to kiss him again, using your hand in his hair to tilt his head, and suck his tongue into your mouth. His rounded nails dig uselessly into your back. Your shared eagerness makes it messier than the previous ones, spit glistening on his chin.

Hector pants harshly when you pull away again, strings of spittle breaking off when you lick your lips. He looks frustrated at his need to breathe, like he’d rather kiss you for the rest of eternity than grant his human lungs the oxygen they require. You ride him languidly to appease him, stroking your hands down his chest and kissing the curve of his jaw as you wait for him to catch his breath. You’re so wet that the silvery hair above his cock is matted with your arousal, your clit grinding against his pelvis.

“I’m going to come soon.” Hector whines when you playfully scrape your fangs over his earlobe.

“Are you?” You ask baitingly, your breath making his skin break out in goosebumps.

“Yes.” He says, huffing at you, and his bottom lip juts out ever so slightly. He’s not aware of it, but Hector pouts quite often. Usually when you tease him or when he doesn’t get his way. It’s adorable, and it makes you want to kiss him even more.

And you do, carefully taking his bottom lip between your teeth. He hisses lightly at the scrape of your fangs over the delicate tissue, and you run your tongue over the small injury in a half hearted apology. The taste of his blood, so fresh and sweet, floods your senses. You moan softly against his mouth, feeling yourself clench around his cock.

“Oh, god—” Hector chokes, squeezing his eyes shut and trembling with the sheer effort of holding back the inevitable.

You press brief, chaste kisses against his lips. “Hector,” You murmur affectionately, “come for me, sweet thing.”

Hector sobs into your mouth, his hands coming up to tangle themselves into your hair. Tears roll down his cheeks as he spills inside you, his hips bucking upwards. You idly trace the back of his molars with your tongue, grinding your hips back and forth while he fills you to the brim. Excess cum spills from the seal of your cunt stretched around the base of his cock, dribbling sluggishly down his balls to soak into the sheets. You’ll call a maid later to clean up while you bathe him.

You grow still when little overstimulated whines emerge from his throat, cooing at him sweetly. You stroke his back until the trembling of his body wanes. Hector blinks at you slowly, pouting again. “You didn’t…”

“That’s alright.” You brush his hair away from his damp forehead, tracing your fingers down the bridge of his nose. “I can wait.” You add, shifting your hips for emphasis. Hector gasps softly, and his cock gives a half hearted twitch inside you. You’re in no hurry, coaxing him into another round of slow, deep kisses that make his toes curl.

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year

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Headcanons of how would Alucard, Issac, Hector, Dracula, and Trevor react to their crush saying "You" when they asked who they like romantically?

Simple and sweet 💕I love it

They saw your far off expression and pink tint to your cheeks. Where were your thoughts? Who was your mind? They didn’t want to admit any jealousy, but did you happen to care for one? Or care for them, specifically? They had to know.

Trevor

He’s still getting used to feelings and everything so you’re met with a wide-eyed curios stare as soon as you respond. A hesitant “really?” answers you before you pull a calloused hand into yours. “Yes, Trevor, truly and deeply.”

Alucard

It’s rare thing to Adrian because he never assumed he was one who was enough to be lovable. So for you to see him as he is, and to have thought of him in a romantic manner. Stammering out his feelings as he best can, you feel two hands wrap around you. “Thank you…, I love you too.”

Dracula

It’s been ages since the Lord of Darkness had one close to him, let alone a romantic interest. And a sliver of such a good, pure thing is to be treasured by him. He’ll never let you go.

Isaac

The calm demeanor is the slightest surprised at your bold answer. It’s a new step in his living, and Isaac welcomes your love as a reassurance that there are good things to look forward too.

Hector

He swears his heart skips a few beats before he clears his voice to respond. Maybe he hugs you, or thinks of hugging you, before he returns your confession as well. “Right, well, that makes two of us.”

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barcaluvv · 2 months

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𝐊 𝐄 𝐘 ʰᵉᶜᵗᵒʳ ᶠᵒʳᵗ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ !! ʳᵉᵠᵘᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ :)

Your whole life your family tries to match you with someone, otherwise it would be friendly families or sometimes even strangers. You were tired of getting ready every time, and you had enough more of arranging. But sigh, another week another family to meet, leaving the house, you think to yourself, what kind of unfortunate guy will he be now, minutes later a black Mercedes-Benz pulled up in your back yard, he was beeping like crazy, I already know he's an impatient little sh!t right there but after seeing the car you understood exactly why they picked him to be your next failed stage.

in the back seat were his parents, I could hear his mother telling him "open the door for her you fool" several times but he just kept his feet on the pedal, smelling his own narcissistic perfume that surprisingly seemed too good. On the way to the restaurant, we sat in silence, you could just see hector looking at you in the rearview mirror, smirking his head off. When you arrived at the restaurant, you couldn't stand it, and with each point he insulted you in a slighty rich-nice way like every other full of money guy. We will leave you now alone, his father told him now, waving at him. When they got out, he immediately relaxed and took off his tie, feeling a relief. So tell me who made u do this, i asked him openly.

"I trusted my gut" said Hector. For exactly what? you asked with a distance on your face. I thought there would be some nice piece, said the curly head with a immense smirk on his face, but now I see it was telling me the wrong thing. Oh shut up, youre not all that. he rolled his eyes at your sentence, "would this change your mind? hmm?" said Hector i assume that's his name.

He brang up a bag, not only was it too much even the bag was shining through. "You can't buy me with all of this but thanks i appreciate the effort lil buddy". "Are you that hard to get?" your answer to that question was just .gulp. just a little gulp, like a needle down your troath.

when we went home, at the very exit we saw that someone stole his car, oh my god, he went crazy. We called the police, but they just told us to find a hotel on the spur of the moment.

Good now we have to walk to the hotel, you yelled at him. "Oh shut up you're the bad luck here". That sentence hurted you inside and now you thought with yourself.

His hair is disgusting - 𝐿𝑖𝑎𝑟

I hate the way it curls - 𝑂𝒉 𝑛𝑜 𝑖 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡.

The curves on his shoulders, his lips

theyre sickening - 𝑆𝑢𝑐𝒉 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑎𝑙.

His hands are so uninviting - 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝑡𝒉𝑒𝑛.

I hate him - 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝒉𝒊𝒎.

We had luck that after 20 minutes of walking we finally found a cheap hotel 3 blocks away of the restaurant we went.

"Nice now we have to stay in this cheap place, and the worst part of it that you're gonna be next to me." If you don't like it then buy 2 rooms! You can literally buy this whole place but your narcissistic self cannot help?.

"Maybe i dont want you in another room okay." He seemed pretty serious so you just gave up.

The room only has one bed, and a small chair next to it, it's so old that you can barefoot break it.

I'm sleeping on the sofa you said, you take the bed then.

"Cmon here, I'm not gonna let you sleep there, then afterwards pay for your medication, here its way too cold, just dont come near me" said Hector. You both looked at the ceiling until you felt asleep, I mean at least one of you needed. Even though you were in a deep sleep, you could feel his warm breath surrounding your whole collarbone.

That night you had a nightmare, you screamed, calling out his name, all shaking. Of course you woke him up too, but unexpectedly he approached your body, hugging you " Shh!! It's okay Hermosa, I'm here dont you worry youre safe with me love" you felt your body calming a valuable piece of your mind. "See its not that scary, you got me" said Hector holding your hand aggressively. All i thought about was his little whispers, his effortlessly tiny fingertips going through my hair i felt everything. Pooking your blushy cheeks, letting out "you're not that bad as i thought you were, and now if you allow me" he kissed you.

5 year's after this, you didn't have to look for a boyfriend in anyone anymore, because you found a husband in him. after this night, everything changed and this was the story of how me and your amazing mother met, said Hector.

#fc barcelona #pablo gavi #gavi fluff #hector fort #hector x reader #barca #gavi x yn #bellingham x reader #pedri x reader #gavi x reader #love

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just-castlevania-imagines · 6 months

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Hi, it's so good to see you guys again. I really missed your fantastic dearly, and I was wondering if you could do a Hector X reader one and how he would react to a very protective reader. Especially after what Carmela and Lenore did to him You can skip if you want anyways have an awesome day.

Oh I adore this. Hector is baby and we must give him lots of love.

Hector x Protective!Reader

When he first meets them he gives them the same general distrust he's always given people. There's a reason why he lived secluded before he met Dracula.

It takes a while for them to earn his trust. He is slowly won over probably by long conversations.

If they like animals it is a bonus. He has a weak spot and that's definitely it.

He doesn't notice that they're protective at first.

When he does, he dislikes it at first. He's been weak for so long. He doesn't need that. He's not naive anymore, he can take care of himself.

It's definitely a recurring argument.

It takes a while for him to realize and accept that the protectiveness doesn't come from them perceiving him as weak.

But out of care for him.

He's not used to it.

He wasn't loved by his parents, his general experiences with others; human or otherwise, have not been good.

So it shocks him.

But overtime he begins to enjoy being protected.

It means someone cares about him enough to.

It's a strange but welcome feeling.

Just don't overdo it. Otherwise he'll get upset again. It's nice being taken care of, but he wants to be independent enough to do it himself.

He feels like he needs to prove to himself he learned from his mistakes.

Being trusted to do it himself, after failing so many times.

So give him space.

But not too much. He learned that being around people isn't so bad.

Well, being around his special person.

-Mod Medusa.

#hector castlevania #hector x reader #castlevania imagines #castlevania x reader #mod medusa

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kayesfanfics · 7 months

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The Vampires Handmaiden

Pairing: Hector x Fem! Reader

A/N: The ending is a bit rushed, but I wasn’t about to write out a whole episode lol. But Hector is absolutely my fav character and there isn’t nearly enough fanfic about him. Also AU where Hector DIDNT FALL IN LOVE WITH HIS ABUSER AND FELL FOR SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY LOVED HIM.

Warnings: Abuse, blood, swearing/vulgar language, some Stockholm syndrome, Carmilla being mommy except in a toxic abusive way

You shivered in the freezing cold, following your mistresses down to greet your other mistress, Carmilla. You stood behind Striga and Lenore, keeping your head down and eyes on the ground, hoping not to draw any attention towards yourself. You listened as the sisters greeted each other and Carmilla complained and complained about the long journey she had, her soldiers marching past her into the castle. You noticed at the very end, a man with silver hair was being dragged along by a chain on his neck, his hands tied in front of him and his boots missing. He looked extremely battered and exhausted, and your stomach churned, knowing the feeling all too well. He made eye contact with you as he passed, until he was tugged harshly to continue following the soldiers down to the dungeons.

“Y/N, go warm some water for my bath. And make it a good one.” Carmilla ordered you. “It better be ready after I have a drink with my sisters.”

“Yes, mistress.” You bowed, before heading to collect frozen water to heat up for her bath. You carried the frozen buckets of water to the fireplace to warm them up, dripping Carmilla’s specific combination of essential oils into her bath. You lit candles as normal, and kept the water warm until she arrived, immediately stripping naked and getting in the tub. You kneeled down and began to scrub her aching feet, as she sighed contently in the warm water.

“Your Kind is so despicable, Y/N. I don’t know HOW you survived all those years without me.” Carmilla grumbled, still agitated from her long march in the freezing tundras.

“Me neither, mistress. Thank you for saving me.” You said without a thought, used to thanking her for kidnapping you and beating you into submission until you complied with her and her sisters’ every order. She often spoke about how lucky you were that she found you, and how you’d be dead in a ditch without her.

“Oh, get out. I need time alone. You’re dismissed for the night.” She waved her hand in your face, before sinking into the water. You bowed to her, before quickly leaving her to relax for the night. Sunrise would thankfully be soon, your time to roam as you wished and do as you pleased.

You thought about the poor man they had dragged in, how pathetic he looked, bags under his pretty blue eyes and cuts scattered across his face and hands. His feet were probably frozen numb, and you knew the guards probably stripped him of his clothing, along with his humanity. You found yourself wandering to the kitchen, grabbing bread and a fresh apple and stuffing them into your pockets. You walked down to the dungeons, giving the guard a few coins for his silence before looking around for the man. You finally spotted him in a cell, huddled in the corner and embracing himself. He was shivering, and you couldn’t tell if he was crying or not, but you wouldn’t blame him if he was. You approached his cell, kneeling down and taking out the food from your pockets.

“I brought you some food.” You spoke, and he slowly looked up at you. His face was strong, but his eyes were soft and filled with fear. He was trying to mask it and remain tough, but you could see right through that facade.

“Why would you do that? Don’t you work for them?” He asked, spatting the word ‘them’.

“I do. But only for fun.” You joked, holding the food out to him, reaching into his cell. He looked at the guard in worry, but eventually crawled towards you, taking the food and immediately digging in. “I’m sorry I couldn’t bring you clothing or a blanket. They would notice. My name is Y/N, what is yours?”

“Hector.” He said simply between bites, scarfing down the food like he hadn’t eaten in days, which, he probably hasn’t.

“Well, Hector, I also brought you this.” You duh into your pocket and grabbed a small bottle. “It’s an ointment, for your wounds. There is much disease in these cells.”

He carefully took the bottle from you, finishing his food quickly and leaning against the wall, pulling his knees up to his chest to hide his nude body from you.

“Why are you helping me?” He asked, looking down at the ground.

“Because I know what it’s like to be treated like this by them. I know how cruel and careless they are.” You admitted, sitting down fully.

“You do?” He looked up at you, gazing into your eyes.

“Yes. I’m a human, like you. They took me a couple of years ago, maybe longer. I’m now their lady-in-waiting.”

“How come they haven’t turned you, then? I thought they hated humans.”

“They do, which is why they don’t turn me. They want me to know I’m below them. Weaker than them.” You explained, fidgeting with the skirt of your dress. “They treated me like they do you. They broke me down years ago. Kept me around for their amusement, and so I could serve them and they don’t lift a finger. Why did they take you, Hector?”

“I’m a forgemaster. Carmilla wants me to make night creatures for her.” He sighed. “I should’ve run away when I had the chance. I can’t believe I trusted her.”

“Don’t blame yourself. They’re expert manipulators.”

“Y/N! WHERE ARE YOU, GIRL?” You jumped when you heard the booming voice of Striga, calling for you.

“I must leave. I will try to bring you more food tomorrow. Rotten meat with maggots isn’t exactly sustaining.”

“I quite like the maggots, actually. They add a nice crunch.” He smiled playfully, despite his situation. It made you smile back, at least until you heard your name being shouted again, and you bolted off so you wouldn’t get in trouble for speaking to the prisoner.

You continued to visit Hector while the vampiresses were asleep, providing him with fresh food and what comfort you brought him. You asked about his occupation as a forgemaster, curious as to why Carmilla needed one so bad. He often had fresh injuries when you visited, and you would reach through the bars of the cell to rub ointment into the ones he couldn’t reach on his back. One day, he wasn’t in his cell, and when you asked the guard (and gave him some coins), he told you he had been moved into the “luxurious cells”. You scoffed at that. A cage was still a cage, no matter how nice it looked. But you made your way to the other cells, ducking behind the wall when you saw Lenore standing at Hector’s cell. You peeked around it, watching her tug on a leash attached to Hector’s neck, forcing him forward, taking it off of him. You felt a pang of both jealousy and disgust when she called him a ‘good boy’, possession and venom dripping from her words. You hid again as she turned to leave, and once she was gone, you rushed over to his cell.

“Are you alright?” You asked, heart sinking when you saw a blush on his cheeks.

“I’m fine.”

“Hector, she’s tricking you. She doesn’t care about you.” You grabbed his cell bars, trying to make him listen. “Lenore is a-“

“Is a what?”

Your blood went cold when you heard her voice, right behind you. You shivered in fear, eyes wide and body frozen in terror as you felt her cold hand harshly grab your shoulder, her claws digging in and drawing blood.

“Lenore, don’t harm her.” Hector warned her.

“Or what? What exactly will you do?” She asked, before throwing you across the room with her superhuman strength, hitting the wall and falling to the floor.

“Lenore! She was helping me! Leave her be!” Hector grabbed the bars this time, now trying to make her listen to him.

“Helping you?” She laughed bitterly as she walked over to you, grabbing your hair to make you look up at her. “Well, Carmilla is not going to be pleased that her pet was playing with mine now, will she?”

“Mistress, please don’t-“

“I am not the one to beg mercy from, Y/N. You should know this by now.”

Hector yelled at Lenore and for you as Lenore dragged you away, up to Carmilla’s grand study, throwing you onto her table.

“Can I help you?” Carmilla asked Lenore, glaring down at you with disgust.

“It appears our pets have been getting friendly with each other. She’s been helping Hector this whole time.”

“Oh really?” Carmilla glowered down at you, grabbing your hair harshly and holding you up by it, lifting you off her table.

“M-Mistress, I’m sorry! Please, mercy!” You begged, clenching your jaw at the pain of being held off the floor by your hair. “I-I just wanted to help!”

“Well, my dear sweet Y/N, you helped the wrong person.” Carmilla bared her teeth. “I gave you free roam of the castle, I saved your life, and this is how you repay me?”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, please!” You cried, feeling your scalp starting to bleed.

“I’ll leave you to it. I should probably discipline Hector as well.” Lenore said smugly, grinning at you before exiting her sisters study, leaving you alone with the merciless vampire.

Hours later, you stood beside Carmilla in the sister’s meeting room. She held a leash attached to your neck, the collar on too tight and dried blood coating your face and shoulders from the beating you endured from her. Your hands were folded politely in front of you, eyes fixed on the ground below as you didn’t dare move an inch from your mistress. They talked and bickered about their plan, various maps set out on the table with their wine glasses filled with blood. Carmilla had already drank from your neck, pure virgins blood remained her favorite to drain out of you until you went pale, but not enough to kill you. You didn’t move when you heard the door open behind you, but knew Hector was there when Carmilla complained about a man being in their quarters. You looked at him out of the corner of his eye, seeing he was confused and hurt by Lenore in some way you didn’t know yet. He looked at the collar tightened around your neck, guilt flashing in his eyes when he saw all the blood and bruises littering your face.

You listened in horror as Lenore boasted to her sisters about what she did to Hector, binding him to her through deceit and manipulation. You felt sick when she asked for a large bed in his room so she could “train him”, and silenced Hector when he tried to say something.

“Hm. Do you think you could make one for Y/N? She’s been disobedient, so I tethered her to myself to make sure she can’t do things behind my back anymore. But this ring would be so much easier, then I don’t have to keep her around me all the time.” Carmilla asked her sister, ignoring your look of horror you gave her at the idea.

“I’m already a step ahead of you, sister.” Lenore smiled, tossing her two rings for the both of you.

You fell to your knees, hands gripping Carmilla’s thighs, tears streaming down your face.

“Mistress, please! I’ll be good, I promise! Please don’t do this! I beg of you!” You pleaded, glossy eyes looking up at her with desperation.

“Oh, I love it when you do that, Y/N.” She smiled, one hand holding your chin. “But if you hadn’t betrayed me, I wouldn’t have to do this. Now would I? This is your fault, I’m only doing this because I have to, dear.”

You whimpered as she grabbed your wrist, shoving the ring onto your finger.

“Now, be a good girl and pledge your loyalty to me.” She said, running a hand through your hair, scrapping your sore and bloody scalp.

“I-I…I p-pledge my loyalty to y-you.” You cried out in pain as soon as those words left your mouth, feeling the magic piercing your skin and binding you to Carmilla. She pet your hair and shushed you, letting you cry into her lap as your body trembled pathetically.

“Good girl.” She smiled, before turning to Lenore. “You really are a genius, sister.”

“I know.” Lenore said cockily, before jumping off the table and grabbing Hectors arm, dragging him with her. His gaze lingered onto you, feeling as if it was his fault for this to be done to you as well. But you knew it was inevitable, Carmilla would’ve done this even if you hadn’t helped him, she liked the power over you too much.

“Now, darling, you are not to speak to Hector again. Do you understand me?” Carmilla asked you as you calmed down, sobs slowly dissolving into silent tears.

“Yes, mistress.” You said numbly, but sighed in relief when she took the collar that choked you off.

“Good. Now, off you go. Go clean yourself up, you look dreadful.”

You staggered out of the room, clutching your dress in your hands as you willed yourself to stop crying. Any freedom and humanity you had left was just stripped away, taken from you without a second thought or care in the world. You now felt empty and numb, the hopelessness overtaking your mind as you made your way to gather water for your own bath. You sank into the warm water, letting it comfort you like an embrace would, gently washing the blood out of your hair and off of your body. You wished you could wash the spell away, but no matter how hard you scrubbed, it wouldn’t leave you. You headed to bed soon after, curling into yourself and crying yourself to sleep.

The next few days went about as normal, Carmilla ordering you to do random chores and bring her glasses of blood, sometimes making you drain your own blood for her. You did as you were asked, it wasn’t like you had much of a choice. You were still allowed to roam as you wished in the daytime, but if you went too close to Hector, your ring burned like fire and it felt as if swords were piercing your body. You felt incredibly lonely like you had before he arrived, but even more afraid than before. You constantly worried about what Lenore was doing to Hector behind closed doors, and unbeknownst to you, he too was worried about what Carmilla was doing to you. Lenore treated you more harshly than she ever had, making it known to you that she was not pleased with you befriending Hector. After she saw you watch as Hector walked past the room you were in, she approached you, grabbing your neck and hoisting you up to be level with her face.

“I know exactly what you are thinking. I suggest you cease those impure thoughts about what is mine.” She warned, smile still soft but eyes filled with hatred.

“I-I don’t know what you mean, mistress-“ you stammered, yelping when she slapped you across the face.

“Lie to me again, I dare you.” She hissed. “Hector is mine, do you understand? He will never love you, he doesn’t even look you in the eye anymore. So quit wasting your time filling your pretty little head with such delusions. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.” You nodded as best you could, coughing when she finally let you go. She turned to leave, looking back at you with a devious grin.

“I understand your desire for him, of course. I know you saw that cock of his. It feels better than it looks.” She cackled at you, before finally leaving you alone. You choked back tears, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of knowing she got to you. You rushed to your room to cry in peace, instead seeing a letter resting on your pillow. You picked it up and opened it, reading the name at the bottom and seeing it was from Hector.

‘Y/N. I know you’re being forced to keep away from me, I am not angry with you, I’ve been avoiding you too so that I don’t get you into anymore trouble because of me. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you about Lenore, I thought she truly cared about me. How wrong I was. But I’ve been alone with my thoughts for awhile now, and I’ve come to conclusion that I want to help you. I care for you as you cared for me when I arrived, and I don’t want you to suffer on my behalf anymore. You don’t deserve this treatment, and neither do I. I have a plan for escape for us both, I will help you gain your complete freedom back. Wait for another letter from me, but in the meantime, avoid me at all costs. They can’t know we’re speaking again.

Burn this so that they don’t know I’ve reached out. -Hector’

You held the letter to your chest, tears dripping onto your bedding. Nobody had ever wanted to help you before, and if they did it was out of their own self interest. It had been so long since someone showed you any compassion or kindness, and him wanting to help you escape this life gave you a new sense of hope. You did as instructed and burned the letter, and checked your bed often for the next letter. You didn’t see much of Hector for the next week, only catching glimpses of him in the library , and you didn’t dare wander near his work place upstairs. You received a letter with the details of his plan later in the week, with detail of what you needed to do to stay out of danger. He told you about how he would trap Lenore, and allow her to be killed by the sunlight in the morning. Due to her manipulation and his messy feelings towards her, he didn’t have the heart to kill her himself. But Hector wasn’t a killer in the first place, he gave beings life and showed them kindness and empathy, something those vampires lacked.

The plan would be carried out that night, before the sun would rise. You did your chores as usual, not showing any unusual behavior or giving them any reason to be suspicious. You served Carmilla her chalice of blood for her study session, before bowing and leaving her to her work. Striga and Morana were away, all you had to worry about now was Lenore, arguably the worst. You wandered the castle with caution, trying to pinpoint where she was, and when you couldn’t find her, you came to the conclusion she was up at Hector’s workshop. You were supposed to meet him up there, but you didn’t want to risk Lenore hurting either one of you.

A shiver ran up your spine when you heard the screech of night creatures, and in your panic, you feet took you straight to safety; to Hector. It took you a few tries to find his workshop, stumbling up stairs as the castle shook from the attacks of the night creatures. When you finally saw him, a blue magic cage was blocking the doorway, holding Lenore inside of it.

“Hector!” You shouted, his eyes immediately finding yours.

“Y/N! You’re okay!” He smiled getting close to the cage as he could. You ignored the pain from the ring, face contouring in pain, but your smile remained.

“What is this?! Hector!” Lenore raged, glaring daggers at you. “How have you two been conspiring? The rings wouldn’t allow you two to speak!”

“We haven’t said a word to each other in weeks.” Hector said, facial expression stiffening into anger. “We didn’t see each other at all. But I have other ways of communication that you missed, along with the devices I’ve put about the castle. There’s a lot you didn’t see.”

You turned around when you heard the screeching and growls of night creatures, coming up the stairs towards you. You backed up against the cage as much as you could as the creatures approached you, and dark man in capes leading them. You looked at them with fear, knowing night creatures to eat and tear apart anything they wished.

“I do not mean you harm.” The man told you, stepping up to you. “But if you would mind moving, that would be appreciated.”

You stepped aside and he opened the cage with his enchanted sword, allowing you through as well. Lenore had half a mind to tackle you right then and there, but with the man between you she didn’t, instead just glaring. Hector stepped back as you entered the room, not wanting to cause you any pain from the ring. You wanted so desperately to touch him and be near him, but he didn’t want to hurt you any more, keeping his distance as he spoke with his colleague. You watched as he suddenly asked for his friends knife, and you tilted your head in confusion until you saw him bring it to his finger, cutting the ring off of him. His severed finger and ring clattered to the floor, blood dripping and sweat beading on his forehead as he allowed his friend to cauterize the wound with the same knife. Hector took the knife back, giving you a look that asked for your permission. You nodded, hissing in pain as he stepped closer, and crying when he took your hand in his, quickly slicing your own finger off. As soon as the ring fell off, it was like taking a breath of fresh air. You didn’t feel that weight on your shoulders or the fear in the back of your mind anymore, and the physical pain melted away immediately.

“Thank you, Isaac.” Hector said as he handed the knife back to him.

“Of course. Now, I’m off to slay Carmilla. See you on the other side, my friend.” Isaac said, taking the amulet Hector made for him and leaving the room. Hector turned back to you, a soft smile adorning his pretty face.

“Let’s wrap that up, sit.” He gestured to a chair, going to his supplies and finding bandages for the both of you. He wrapped your hand up first worrying about his own only after he asked if your bandage was too tight.

“May I hug you?” You asked suddenly. The adrenaline had made your walls come down, too full of a new hope for life that you didn’t even think to be embarrassed. Hector smiled at you, opening his arms for you to embrace him. Your arms immediately wrapped around him, the first time you’d ever been able to truly touch him since you had met all those weeks ago. You savored the feeling of his own arms wrapped around your body, his chin resting on your shoulder and your face buried in his chest.

“This is nice.” Hector grinned, pulling away slightly to look at you. “Thank you, Y/N. For everything you did for me. You were the first person to show me genuine kindness.” He smiled, before looking at Lenore, who simply glared at the both of you.

“I knew I needed to help you as soon as I laid my eyes upon your face.” You said, leaning in slightly towards his face. “You too were the first person to show me kindness in a very long time, Hector. I…I love you.”

His eyes widened slightly at that, a blush creeping up to his cheeks.

“Oh, please!” Lenore shouted from her cage. “The two of you barely know each other! This is ridiculous!”

“Yes, because you know me so well.” Hector rolled his eyes at her. “Let me put her on the balcony so we can have a real conversation, okay?”

You nodded and let go of him, letting him argue with Lenore and move her somewhere else so she didn’t bother you. You gasped when a force exploded somewhere in the castle, shaking the whole structure with such force. But you felt something else as well…freedom. That man Isaac really did it and killed Carmilla, you could feel it. It immediately brought tears to your eyes, and you began weeping. It had been so long being under Carmilla’s hold, the feeling of her hands being pried off your shoulders was overwhelming. You hadn’t felt like this in years, it almost scared you. You never thought you had a future away from this castle, away from your mistresses. You’d assumed you’d be serving them until the day you died, and probably by their own hands. The relief washed over you, overwhelming you.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Hector asked as he reentered the room, kneeling down in front of you.

“Nothing…nothing at all.” You smiled at him through tears, continuing to sob from the feeling. “I just…I really do love you, Hector.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” He wiped your face with his thumbs as he cupped your face, before leaning in and gently pressing his lips to yours in a perfectly sweet, loving kiss.

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bad268 · 23 days

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hector fort is so fine but he looks so intimidating and that s hwo the team is used to seeing him. because of this he would also date someone who looks intimidating but is acc rlly soft. I feel like he would give the best hugs in the world according to the fan clips.

I imagine the reader/his gf/s/o coming ti watch a match and the team is so used to seeing him looking all tough that when he sees reader he gets all soft.

they also expect the reader to be intimidating despite their (short) height but they both go soft the moment they hug each other. as they get comfortable while cuddling together the reader just stast playing with his hair and he practically melts and the rest of the r just like huh ?

Intimi-Duo (Hector Fort X Fiance! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/FCB

Requested: Clearly (this may or may not have happened to my brother-in-law and sister lol)

Warnings: Alcohol mentioned

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1240

Summary: Secret entanglements get revealed when SOMEONE has too much to drink.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

You were both known for looking intimidating. It was only natural for you to gravitate toward each other. You were the head of the FC Barcelona PR team, and he was, obviously, a player. While many would say that you should not be in a relationship (if they knew), you were childhood friends and eventually high school sweethearts, and now, you were happily engaged. Granted, you did wear your engagement ring on your right hand most of the time, so no one knew about it outwardly.

Back to the point, you were known for being ‘small but mighty’ as people said. You were shorter than most of the team, but you more than made up for it with your cold demeanor and quips. Anytime someone mentioned your height, you would snap back, regardless of who it is. Granted most of the time, it was the team, so technically, you were above them, and you could snap back at them. The only person who never made a comment was Hector.

The team noticed it, but no one would ever say anything in fear of retaliation from him. Or from you for that matter. They knew Hector was not nearly as intimidating as he looked, but he could if he needed to be. It was just his thing!

One thing the guys tried to do after every win was set Hector up with someone. Every win, without fail, the team would go out for a celebratory dinner and some of the guys would go out drinking afterward. Hector was one of them, but you were not. Club hopping was not your scene, but you understood that he would want to hang out with his friends after a good match.

Tonight was one such night. However, what made this celebration different was that they secured their place in the FIFA World Cup semi-finals for 2026. After rallying back from everyone saying they wouldn’t make it, they did, and they were determined to make it all the way.

Throughout the dinner, all they guys talked about was going out afterward and having a blast. A couple of the guys made jokes about setting each other up. It was all fun and games until one of them directed the joke at Hector.

You, being sat across from him talking to one of your PR team members, did not hear the joke. You also did not catch the glare he threw at the boys. It was not until he kicked you from under the table that you looked up at him.

“What was that for?” You snapped before realizing who it was. You let up on the glare a little, but not enough for anyone besides Hector to notice.

“Tell them I don’t need to be set up with anyone,” Hector complained as he leaned forward on the table.

“Boys, if he says he’s fine, he’s fine. I get it. Some of you, I’m not naming names, can’t take care of yourselves and want someone to do it for you, but Hector is clearly fine with his current situation,” You lectured as you gave pointed looks to each of the guys. “Plus, look at him. What sane person is going to give him a chance?”

“Ouch,” Hector gasped while the guys laughed. “I asked you to defend me, not roast me!”

“It’s my job to keep you in your place,” You smirked at him. To the team, they read it as the PR manager keeping their team in line, but to Hector, he knew the jab was a joke towards him. “If it’ll make you feel better, I’ll go out with you guys and make sure they don’t try to set you up with anyone.”

That’s where you are now. Leaning against the bar, nursing your second alcoholic drink of the night. Yes, this was your last one because you knew that these boys were going to get plastered and need someone responsible to drive them home. Plus, you were banking on them needing at least an hour or two more before they decided to tap out. That would give you enough time to sober up.

Just as you turned to the bartender to ask for your favorite non-alcoholic drink, a couple of the guys came up to also get refills and shots. Most of the stuff they were saying was unintelligible, but it was funny nonetheless. They were talking about the different people they found attractive, what kinds of shots they were going to take, and placing bets for who was going to tap out first.

All of a sudden, you felt arms wrap around your shoulders as a person hid their face in your neck. Immediately, you recognized the hold as Hector and placed your hands on his forearms, anchoring him to you. You tilted your head to the side to give him more space as he rubbed his nose against your pulse point.

You turned to face him, leaving feather-light kisses to his forehead and around his face as you played with his hair. “Is someone drunk?” You teased quietly, but it was clear that the boys heard you over the booming music. Their mouths were agape, watching the two of you but not interfering. They were in shock. How is it that the two most intimidating people they know become such softies with alcohol?

“Why aren’t you wearing your ring?” Hector whined, unwrapping himself from around your shoulders to grab your left hand. “I know it was there this morning. I know ‘cause I put it there.”

“Mi amor (My love), it’s on this hand,” You chuckled as you showed him your right hand. He immediately grabbed your right hand and looked at the ring skeptically before moving to take it off. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“You are mine,” He said simply as he put the ring on your left ring finger. “I didn’t pine after you for years for you to wear our engagement ring on the wrong hand.”

“We decided to keep it a secret, mi vida (my life). I was just doing what we agreed on,” You tried to reason, but he was not having it. Once he placed the ring on your finger, he kissed your knuckles before leaning onto your shoulder again. “I think it’s time we get you home.”

“I’ll go anywhere with you,” Hector flirted as he side-eyed you. This caused his teammates who were still standing at the bar to snap out of their shock as they all jumped over each other to talk to you.

“When were you going to tell us?”

“I thought we were friends!”

“Is it bad I want to call you guys the intimi-duo?” That one caught your attention, making you snap your head towards Pedri, the one who asked it.

“What the hell is an “intimi-duo’?” You laughed as Hector hid from the attention his teammates were giving you.

“You are both intimidating in your own ways, and now we know, you’re engaged,” Pedri explained with a light laugh, “I thought intimi-duo would be funny.”

“I could get used to that,” You laughed with him as you moved to stand up. “Honestly, boys, I would love to stay and chat, but I need to get this big baby home.” You gestured to Hector, who was leaning heavily against you, almost asleep. “Do any of you need a ride? I’m a lot more sober than you lot.”

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ecplipwze · 3 months

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Yuuta, Gojo, Dazai, Mori, Shinichiro, Rindou Hector, Malleus, Rook

I’ve had art block for 3 weeks…. I’m losing it

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cubarsis · 27 days

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— acrylics | h. fort garcía

— synpsosis : hector loves being spoiled after his girl gets her nails done.

�� fluff

— requests are open 💘

AS HECTOR HEARD THE FAMILIAR sound of keys jingling in the lock, his heart skipped a beat with anticipation. He knew his girlfriend was returning home from her nail appointment, and he couldn’t wait to see the beautiful new set adorning her fingers. As the door swung open, Hector’s eyes lit up at the sight of her, a smile spreading across his face.

Without hesitation, Hector enveloped her in a warm embrace, pulling her close and holding her tightly against him. He buried his face in her hair, breathing in her familiar scent and reveling in the comfort of her presence.

“Missed me that much, huh?” his girlfriend teased, her voice laced with amusement as she gently poked him in the ribs. Hector chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against her skin.

“Of course I did,” he replied.

His voice filled with sincerity as he pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. “Two hours without you on off days are boring.” His girlfriend snorted at his words, a playful glint in his eyes.

As Hector’s girlfriend proudly displayed her freshly manicured nails, he couldn’t help but smirk with satisfaction. The color he had chosen for her was even more stunning than he had anticipated, and it looked absolutely exquisite against her skin.

“Damn, I’ve got to hand it to myself, I’ve got impeccable taste,” Hector boasted, his voice filled with cocky confidence as he reached out to gently take her hand in his own. His fingers traced over the smooth surface of her nails, a smug grin playing on his lips as his fingertips move across the charms glued to her nails.

“I knew this color would look killer on you, but damn, I didn’t expect it to look this good,” he continued, his tone oozing with self-assurance.

“I mean, it’s like I’ve got a sixth sense for picking out the perfect shades, you gotta admit that. Always making sure my princess looks the prettiest.”

His girlfriend couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his playful manner of arrogance, but there was a hint of amusement dancing in her gaze.

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” she teased, her lips quirking up into a smile as she leaned in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. Hector chuckled at her response, feeling a surge of satisfaction knowing that he had chosen something that made her happy.

“Now that I’ve paid for those nails, I think it’s only fair that I get what’s rightfully mine,” Hector declared, his tone playful yet assertive as he wagged a finger in mock admonishment.

His girlfriend raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips as she looked at him incredulously.

“Oh, really now?” she replied, her voice laced with amusement. “And what exactly do you think you’ve earned, Fort ?”

Hector grinned mischievously, his eyes twinkling with anticipation.

“Well, I believe I’ve earned myself some well-deserved head and back scratches,” he declared, his voice filled with mock seriousness. “After all, a man’s got to reap the rewards of his investment, am I right?” His girlfriend couldn’t help but burst into laughter at his audaciousness, shaking her head in amusement.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

she chuckled, her eyes sparkling with affection as she reached out to tousle his hair affectionately.

“But alright, I suppose I can indulge my big baby of a man.”

Hector’s grin widened into a satisfied smirk as he settled back on the couch, already feeling the anticipation building within him at the thought of the blissful pampering to come.

As Hector’s girlfriend settled onto the couch, he wasted no time in shifting his position to make himself comfortable. With a contented sigh, he stretched out his body, sprawling across the length of the couch, his head coming to rest on her soft thighs.

“Comfortable there, are you?” his girlfriend teased, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across his scalp. Hector nodded, a blissful smile playing on his lips as he snuggled further into her lap.

“Absolutely,”

he replied, his voice muffled by the fabric of her pants.

“Nothing beats having you as my personal pillow.” His girlfriend chuckled at his remark, her affectionate gaze warming his heart.

With a contented sigh, Hector closed his eyes and leaned into his girlfriend’s touch, relishing the sensation of her nails gently scratching against his scalp. As her fingers worked their magic, he couldn’t help but let out a low, rumbling groan of pleasure, the sound reverberating through his chest.

“God, that feels amazing,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he melted into her touch. His girlfriend chuckled softly, the sound like music to his ears as she continued to stroke his hair with expert precision.

As Hector basked in the pleasure of his girlfriend’s head scratches, he couldn’t resist unleashing his inner sassiness. With a playful smirk, he tilted his head back and fixed her with a smoldering gaze.

“Alright, alright, as much as I’m loving this,” he began, his voice dripping with playful arrogance, “I think it’s time for a little upgrade. You know, to keep up with my impeccable standards.” His girlfriend rolled her eyes in mock exasperation, but there was a glint of amusement dancing in her gaze.

“Oh, is that so?” she retorted, her tone teasing as she leaned in closer to him. “And what exactly does his highness require now?” Hector chuckled softly, reveling in the banter as he reached out to tug her closer to him.

“Well, for starters, how about some kisses?” he suggested, his voice smooth as silk.

“And maybe a little back caressing while you’re at it? You know, the charms on your fingers weren’t free of charge end you didn’t get my initial on your ring finger,” he whined in slight disappointment.

His girlfriend laughed at his audacity, shaking her head in mock disbelief as he whines.

As the night grew late, Hector and his girlfriend found themselves nestled in the comforting embrace of their shared bed, their bodies entwined in a symphony of warmth and affection. Hector’s girlfriend traced gentle patterns on his scalp with her newly adorned acrylic nails, the sensation lulling him into a state of peaceful relaxation.

But when Hector’s girlfriend pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, her lips lingering for a moment before planting another gentle kiss on his forehead, Hector felt a wave of tranquility wash over him.

With a contented sigh, Hector’s breathing slowed, his body gradually relaxing into hers as he surrendered himself to the comforting embrace of sleep.

His girlfriend watched him with a tender smile, her heart swelling with love for the man lying beside her, his features softened in the gentle glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains.

hectorth 24.

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late-nightfalls · 9 months

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Y/N: You know… You were my first… *blushes*

Hector: Wait really?

Y/N: Yes, why?

Hector: Because you were my first too, you know? Before Lenore...

Y/N: Really?

Hector: *nobs* *blushes*

Y/N: *blushes more*

Hector and Y/N: *starts making out*

Issac: Are you serious? Right in front of this corpse I'm about to resurrect?

#castlevania #Issac castlevania #hector castlevania #its a meme #love those two #Wheres the fandom?#Issac and Hector #Issac x reader #hector x reader #castlevania x reader #Ready for new season of castlevania

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honest-moth-of-silver-grove · 2 months

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Could we maybe get like snippets or blurb about Hector having a wife w/ him when he goes to join dracula’s generals? And maybe she’s really kind to dracula and then it turns out she’s pregnant and reminds him of his late wife? Does it change his plans or maybe he decides to protect her/hector more so than the other humans?

TW: Some Domestic Violence, Mentions of Pregnancy, Talks of Abortion

It was a stormy, rainy night when a set of voices roused the young woman from her reading. For too long, she had a habit of getting lost in a text, be it fiction or fact, and losing herself to the words on the page, paying no mind to the reality around her.

It had become an even more frequent habit now that she was banished from her previous life, her artisan skills not being needed as frequently in her new home as she would have liked. Then again, it was not the worst of fates. Had she stayed in her family home, her life would have most certainly been cut short. Here, she was safe. Here, she was… well… almost loved.

The man of the house, the one who agreed to let her stay, was a peculiar one. He appeared rather simple unless you spoke to him on certain subjects: necromancy and animals, his two favorites.

His work was deviant. The young woman would go as far as to say it indubitably delved into the supernatural. Contrarily, it was his very association with the supernatural that drew her to him in the beginning.

Hearing what sounded like an unfamiliar voice, the young woman closed the book she was reading and placed it on the small wooden table in front of her. Looking down fondly, she gave the sleeping reanimated cat in her lap a few gentle pets before scooping them up and moving them onto the bed.

Yes, reinstilling the life of a dear feline friend may not seem worth a lifetime of isolation to some, but those simply did not understand the grand nature of the bond between cat and owner. The strange man of the house had brought her dear pet back to her, and despite what her fellow townspeople and own family thought, to her it was worth the duration of servitude she would no doubt be forced to continue in the man’s presence.

Said man was not overly cruel, although he did have a fair temper. His understanding of certain situations was rather naive, yet wholesome all the same.

As the two young people spent time near one another, the strange man and the young woman’s relationship grew. It blossomed from acquaintances to friends, and eventually to lovers, and understandably so. Their position to one another, in agreement with the man’s proximity to such strange magic, made it so they only had each other to rely on for interaction, for company, for… intimacy.

Of course, their first few instances of sex left much to be desired, if the older village women’s stories were anything to go on, but it mattered not to her. The strange man was gentle. He never once made a move to force himself upon her. And despite the woman’s own lack of experience, he always assured her, he was quite pleased about her efforts to please him. As far as they were concerned, they were officially a marital couple. Although they did not share rings or papers officiating their status as such, their entwined futures were enough to reassure the other of their intentions.

It certainly wasn’t the life the young woman had planned for herself as a little girl, but it was a life, therefore, it was good enough.

Hector, as peculiar as he was, was good enough for her.

And on the subject of Hector…

The young woman walked down the short corridor from their quaint shared bedroom to the main room of the house which Hector used for his rituals. It was very delicate magic, he once explained, so it could not be tampered with. The young woman didn’t mind. She came from a family of four, who all shared a single bed and a single rented room within a dwelling. Therefore, sharing a private bedroom within a private house with only one other person was very much a luxury, as far as she was concerned.

“Hector? Is that you?” Her soft voice asked, clearly curious. “I thought I heard voices.”

Appearing around the curve the young woman made her presence known, clothed in a simple muted dress, and old-yellowed apron. Her eyes were bright and clear, a direct contrast to the dark and dingy walls surrounding her person. Everything about her seemed too bright, too kind, too merciful to be inside the same home as a devil forgemaster, but there she was, clear as day.

In front of her, Hector shifted, clearly apologetic about his new wife’s timing. Not more than two long strides from him stood Lord Dracula, the king of vampires, and Hector’s respected friend. Mere seconds before her arrival, Dracula had informed Hector about the death of his own, very human wife.

Shuffling over to the young woman, Hector stood between the two strangers: his much older friend, and his new one, hoping to break some of the ambiguous unease between the two.

“Master Dracula,” Hector addressed the towering vampire in the room, “This is (Y/N). She’s my-”

“Friend”

“Wife.”

The young woman huffed, a slight blush rising to your cheeks. “Yes, ‘wife’, is what I meant to say. I’m, uh, still getting used to that,” she admitted bashfully.

After looking into the unfriendly gaze of Hector’s guest, the woman lowered her head, trying desperately to shrink herself under the vampire’s irate aura.

“I’m so sorry,” Hector repeated. “That you’ve lost your wife at a time when I’ve found mine.”

The woman’s bright, curious eyes turned back up. “Lost?”

“They killed her.” A deep, grave voice came from the behemoth of a man. “The stupid humans.”

The woman’s face contorted as a wave of sorrow rushed over her. “I… I am so sorry. That’s awful.”

Her condolences seemed to hang in the air, suffocating her more than the previous silence or Dracula’s gaze did. Taking the hint, the woman excused herself, retracing her steps back to the bedroom.

“I apologize for the intrusion. I’ll leave the two of you alone.”

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“I cannot believe you’re even considering this.” Already in their shared bed, the young woman lay there under the covers, her arms crossed defiantly.

“I don’t see why you’re so upset.” Across the small room, Hector worked to scrub off the blood and muck from his arms with a rag and a bucket of salted water. “He says it’s going to be a cull, a reduction in numbers, that’s all.” Grabbing a second towel, he dabbed his arms dry before moving to join his wife in bed.

“It’s genocide, Hector,” his wife spoke, her voice more urgent this time. “He is asking you to help commit genocide against your own people!”

Hector scoffed, his brows furrowed. “My own people cast me out, treated me like filth, and now, you ask me to have mercy for them?” There was a venomous edge to his voice his wife had never heard before.

Trying to rectify the conversation, the young woman swallowed harshly before continuing: “I know they were awful to you. I know they hurt you, and I know you didn’t deserve any of it.��

Hector sighed as he lay down beside his wife. Soothingly, (Y/N) began massaging soft circles into his scalp, waiting for the man to fall deeper into relaxation.

“I know you’re a good man Hector, and I am forever grateful for all that you’ve done for me. But this, this plan, it cannot end well. Not for you, not for me, not for anyone.”

With a jolt, one of Hector’s hands shot out, latching onto his wife’s hand, abruptly stopping her massage efforts. “I don’t want to have this conversation again,” he sneered. “I am going to help Dracula with his plan, and you’ll have no choice but to come with me. I am your husband and you are my wife. That is all there’s to be said on the subject.”

Just as suddenly as he grabbed her hand, Hector released it and turned over, facing away from his wife, before blowing out the last candle on their bedside table so the two of them could sleep.

Frozen in shock, and unable to move, (Y/N) lay there on her back, afraid to even breathe heavily, lest Hector turn back over and speak such harsh words to her again. Her wrist stung where he squeezed it, and the position it landed in was anything but comfortable, but she dared not shift it. Laying there, concentrating on both the ache in her wrist and her breathing, the young woman stared up at the pitch-black ceiling over their shared home before the exhaustion was too much to bear, and sleep overcame her.

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The move to the castle was silent. The young woman dared not speak lest she voice a contradictory opinion. Hector stayed silent as he simply had nothing else to say.

Dracula’s castle was beyond daunting. The structure appeared as if it were plucked directly out of hell: dark, and foreboding, with jagged architecture that seemed to change within a blink of an eye. The entire building housed an almost unbearable energy- one of decimation and total grief. It did not feel like the birthplace of some grand war plan, it felt more like society’s tomb.

Of course, (Y/N) could not say as much to her spouse, now that he was fully invested in aiding Dracula’s army. His forge was already set up within the castle, a molten hearth at the ready to create any instrument Hector would require in his efforts.

A little week into their stay, Hector emerged victorious from his forge, claiming he had made a perfectly balanced hammer, a tool that would enable him to forge night creatures at an unprecedented rate. He boasted to a very proud, but equally concerned (Y/N), how so few devil forgemasters ever made it to this phase of power.

Of course, his private proclamations made it all the more humorous when Isaac, another specially chosen devil forgemaster of Dracula showed up at the castle. Isaac, a much more stoic and disciplined man than Hector, used a blade, a red glowing dagger of sorts to create his night creatures. With a slice of the knife, Isaac could accomplish what it took Hector several hammer strikes to do.

The young woman held her tongue but secretly relished the indignity Hector must have initially felt upon meeting his colleague. Then again, whatever victory she felt was short-lived, as she too got the impression that Isaac cared as equally little for her as he did Hector.

Isaac became the least of her worries, however, when Dracula’s other generals and his vampire generals arrived one by one at his castle.

Each time Dracula introduced Isaac and Hector as his devil forgemasters, and her as Hector’s wife, she felt their red eyes sizing the young woman up like a piece of meat. Thankfully, Dracula made it clear that his three human guests were not to be harmed, and his dominion over the vampire generals was enough to keep them away from her.

Well, most of them anyway. Godbrand, a Viking vampire, was a different story entirely.

“I still don’t get what you see in the guy,” Godbrand questioned as he followed her down one of the castle’s many corridors. “I mean, sure, he can make night creatures, but he’s not a fighter. Hell, he’s barely a man! With his heart bleeding for all those little mistreated pets of his.”

She walked faster, doing her best not to spill the contents of the tray she was carrying. “Be that as it may,” she kept her voice curt, “Hector is my husband, and I am his wife. I made a promise.”

“Promises can be broken. I mean, it’s,” Godbrand emphasized his ‘s’es in between his slurred-sounding words. “Ss’not like you’re really married. Hector brought back your dead cat, as this deformed creature. That’s not exactly a wedding ceremony.”

The young woman rolled her eyes. “And what constitutes a marriage ritual where you’re from? A fight to the death?”

Godbrand chuckled. “You know, you may be the first human I don’t find fucking boring.”

The young woman grimaced, as she backed into a doorway, pushing open a heavy study door with her body. “Oh Godbrand,” she turned to enter the room, “If only I could say the same for you.”

Letting the door shut softly behind her, she ignored Godbrand’s continued grumblings. She had much more important matters to tend to.

Taking the two bowls of seeds off her tray, she placed them in new shallow dishes on her testing table. She then picked up the lidded cup, placing its cap to the side. She poured out a small amount of yellow liquid onto one of the bowls that contained new seeds as well as onto the bowl containing seeds from days before.

Placing the now empty cup back down on the tray, the young woman sighed. The older seeds were indeed beginning to sprout from their dishes, and to make matters worse, her monthly cycle was late. On all fronts, the message was clear: she was with child.

“Shit.”

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The young woman took a deep breath before knocking gently on Dracula’s door. She knew it was foolish for her to approach the man herself, but she found she could not face Hector, not after she discovered the truth of her condition. If she were to even look Hector in the eyes at the present moment, she feared all her composure would shatter, leaving her a sorry, sobbing mess in his arms.

Oh, his arms! How she longed to be in his arms once more. How she wished for a nighttime of conversation that used to follow their moments of shared pleasure. Now it was brief, still existent but wholly impersonal. The act was there, and all the motions were followed, but thanks to her line of continued questioning about Dracula and his intended efforts, Hector was often in no mood to sleep in the same bed as her, much less hold a conversation with her following a round of passion.

It just had all unraveled so fast.

It was on the anniversary of Dracula’s poor wife’s death when the first group of night creatures and vampire soldiers were released upon Targovieste. They spread out like a plague in the night, their howls hinting at what was only the beginning of all the unthinkable horrors they would unleash.

Before she knew it, the words were coming out of her mouth faster than her mind could think them, her new hormones no doubt adding fuel to the fire. “Traitor!” She had called him. “A child believing himself to be God, punishing the sins of man!”

In her fury, she could not control the veracity with which she spoke. The only thing that stopped her from berating Hector further was the sharp sting of an open palm slapped against her cheek. Stunned into silence and knocked to the ground, the young woman looked up at an equally shocked Hector through teary, blurred vision.

“I…” Hector started, almost at as much of a loss for words as she was. “I am so sorry, I…” he trailed off. He couldn’t finish his apology. How could he? When he was uncertain as to whether he even meant it.

Thankfully, Hector had the sense to leave his wife alone to wallow, and wail without his scrutiny, at the very least, allowing her the dignity to mourn the death of whatever they once shared, alone.

The test she had run confirmed her worst fears shortly after that. There was no mistaking it. The man who had forsaken his own species, the man who she once loved, the man who struck her down, was going to be the father of her child. That was unless she decided to do something else about it.

She knew Dracula himself possessed great knowledge. She also knew his late wife was a healer. No, even better, a doctor. Surely, she would have some collection of remedies and treatments on the subject. If she had heard correctly, Lisa Tepes was also a mother herself.

Recalling that fact, she shuddered. The thought of housing a human baby made her insides crawl, she didn’t even wish to begin to imagine what carrying a half-vampire child to term must be like. Perhaps, she mused, Dracula would be willing to speak on the subject, barring that he didn't strike her down for her insolence first.

“Master Dracula?” She asked as she pushed open the door to his study a sliver. “Permission to enter?”

With a loud sigh, the older vampire relented. “Granted.”

As the young woman entered, she was shocked to find such a large empty room. In the middle, sat Dracula in a large chair, and before him was a fireplace. Off to the side, there was a desk, with a portrait of the vampire lord’s late gorgeous wife above it. But aside from that, the room was sparsely decorated. It certainly did not feel like the study of a vampire lord. And in the middle of it all, sat a large, very disinterested, and downcast Master Dracula.

“What is it now? Have you come to make your case on behalf of the rest of humanity? Beg me to spare their souls?” His words were serious but his tone was largely indifferent.

“I see Hector’s spoken to you,” the young woman fiddled her fingers, shamefully. “ I must admit, my position has not changed. Nor has Hector’s. But no,” she settled for clasping her hands together, “That is not what I wish to speak to you about.

Dracula raised a brow, telling her to carry on in her explanation.

“I was wondering if you knew how I might go about procuring these items,” fishing out a parchment from her apron pocket, the young woman shakily extended her hand out to him.

Taking the paper much gentler than she expected, the vampire lord began to read the written list himself, his expression remaining unreadable. “Birthwort, yarrow, barberry, honey, and yue?”

“Yes,” the young woman confirmed. “I wasn’t certain if you had any here. I understand your late wife was a physician and that she learned much of what she knew from you. I thought perhaps some of these herbs would already be gathered and dried in storage within the castle.”

“Does Hector know?” Dracula finally turned his attention to the young woman as he asked.

Caught red-handed, the young woman looked down to the floor as she shook her head, hot embarrassed tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. “No,” she finally admitted. “I cannot bring myself to tell him.”

“You intend to keep this from him?”

“Why?” The young woman spoke up, louder than before. “Do you think I am denying him his right to inheritance? That I am betraying my wifely duties if I do not consult him first?”

“The decision concerns him as well.”

“The hell it does!” The rage that had been brewing in her stomach all this time once again found its way to her throat. “It’s my body that will be forced to endure the changes. It’s my body that will risk its life in childbirth. It’s my heart…” She clutched her chest as she spoke, her angry tears now falling freely. “...That will break when the child I have worked so hard to carry into this world is slaughtered right in front of me by a night creature of his own father’s making.”

Breaking into silent sobs, the woman shook her head, condemning her outburst of emotion.

From his chair Dracula said nothing. His irritation at her intrusion slowly faded away as he watched the formerly spirited young woman break down into tears.

Dracula turned his gaze away, looking over to the portrait of his wife as he recalled how conflicted he felt upon learning Lisa was pregnant. Despite his wife’s optimism and joy, he could not help but feel afraid for what lay ahead. Dhampir pregnancies were uncommon, and highly dangerous, especially in cases where the mother was human. He would have been more than ready to aid Lisa in terminating the pregnancy had she asked, only she hadn’t. Just short of eight months later, Adrian was born. It might very well have been both the most terrifying and the most joyous day of Vlad’s immortal life.

If Lisa was ever scared, she did not show it. Perhaps she knew she could not be scared, as Vlad would be fearful enough for the both of them. It was an entirely different situation than the one present before him now. Lisa and he were very much in love, and they had years of practice communicating with one another. Hector and his wife’s marriage was fresh. And in many ways, Hector was still a child, naive to the real world around him.

Not to mention, Hector’s wife did have a point. Dracula intended to end the human race, as well as the vampire race. No humanoids would be left on the planet once he was done with it. That included Hector and her, as well as any future children they might manage to have. It was only a matter of time. Hector did not know that, but she did. Which is precisely why she came to him.

How terrifying, he mused, it must have been to knock on his door and beg for an abortifacient, knowing full well he intended to kill all those like you sooner than later. How terrifying it must be to live in a castle surrounded by vampires, the undead, always hungry parasites, and have no choice but to hide behind an immature man who could not yet see the forest for the trees?

Perhaps the great lord Dracula did feel a semblance of pity for the young woman, if only for a moment.

On the far side of the study, the young woman managed to compose herself for the most part. She rubbed her eyes free of any tears and wiped her nose of any snot, only sniffling on occasion. “I apologize,” she began. “For my interruption and my… outburst.”

Dracula said nothing as he slowly stood to his impressive full height, nearly reaching the ceiling of the room they were in.

Suddenly struck by how close she was to such a powerful creature, the woman pushed herself against the farthest wall, trying to increase the space between her and the vampire lord.

“Do you wish to have this child?” He asked her.

“Only if I know they are never to suffer.”

Dracula gave a dry chuckle at her response.

Huffing, the woman smiled bashfully. “Yes, I suppose it sounds rather silly when said out loud. But it is the truth.”

“Suffering,” Dracula began, “Is not unique to the human condition.”

“Nor the vampire one I suppose.”

Dracula’s eyes softened upon hearing her words. “No,” he finally agreed. “No, it is not.”

The two of them stood suspended within the silence that followed for a great deal of time. Or rather, perhaps it merely felt like a great deal of time because it was one of the few sentences uttered out of pure unadulterated truth between them. Either way, neither of them moved. Neither of them spoke. They simply stood in each other’s company, occasionally making eye contact.

Although she found she quite enjoyed the comfortable silence as opposed to the oppressive kind that seemed to consume her in her previous conversations with Dracula, the young woman still found she had a pressing question on her mind. As such, she was the one to eventually break the silence.

“Do you think Hector would make a good father?” The young woman enquired, feeling much more impervious in her position to ask questions.

Dracula stayed silent.

She nodded solemnly. “That’s what I thought.” Her move to leave was interrupted by the sound of a chair scraping against the wooden floor behind her.

“Dracula, sir?” She asked through sniffles.

“Come,” he said, leading her out of her office. “There is something I wish to show you.”

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The castle was beyond enormous, there was no way around that. If one did not have a map of the grounds, or a guide to show them the way, it was amazingly simple to become lost in its maze of hallways and ever-changing corridors that seemed to spawn out of nowhere and vanish just as quickly as they came. It did not seem possible for a building to change and shift on its own, but, then again, it did not seem possible for a building to move from city to city in its entirety within the blink of an eye.

For the most part, the castle had settled once Dracula’s vampire generals and their troops arrived. It would have been too complicated to educate them all on the shifting nature of the castle, so Dracula demanded it cease. Even with the castle’s internal architecture remaining consistent, navigating the halls remained challenging. Especially for the lesser intelligent vampire spawn and the easily overwhelmed human partner of a devil forgemaster.

Dracula watched from the corridor as the young woman flitted about the apothecary room, taking breaks in between her searching various cabinets to look down at notes that no doubt once belonged to his wife. Lisa was always interested in aiding the other women of Wallachia, and she had a fondness for the maternal edge of medicine. Briefly, Dracula recalled the first time he had shown Lisa this room. Admittedly, Lisa’s reaction was quite similar to the one Hector’s wife was having now: full of not just awe, but determination as well. As it had mostly been frequented by his late wife during her time within the castle, it had been left alone to gather dust and cobwebs for the past several years or so. Still, if there was any lab or apothecary within Dracula’s home that had the processed herbs she was looking for, it was this particular room.

He led Hector’s wife there after their previous encounter, granting her his permission to take anything she found that she’d need. It was uncharacteristically generous of him to offer, but it did not make the young woman as pleased as she thought she’d be. This was what she wanted, right? To be rid of this child? Or was it possible she wished for something else?

Bitterly, Dracula knew it was not the child, but the circumstances, the young woman was considering aborting. She could not promise them a future, much less any degree of safety, so she was ending things before the pain became too great to do so. It was odd. The argument could be made that she was acting out of self-preservation, then again, it sounded as if the young woman knew her death was already imminent. To end this child’s life before it began was not an act of selfishness on her part, but an act of mercy. Despite the grief Dracula could see it caused her, this young woman was determined to prevent her child from seeing the horrors the world, his world, was capable of producing. It was selfless. It… It did not make sense.

Humans were selfish creatures, greedy, and cruel for sport. They thought only of themselves and anyone who dared show kindness or intelligence was cast out or killed. They did not deserve the teachings of his wife, who worked so hard to provide for their ill. They did not deserve Wallachia, nor did they deserve any part of the world. Their species was a plague, a never-ending mistake. They would not learn even if he gave them centuries more. They had to go and yet…

Before the last sunset, Dracula would not have cared how the humans suffered and died. Nor did he care about the vampires, who would inevitably turn on each other, once they were finally faced with starvation. All that mattered was their death- all of their deaths.

Then why was it that Lord Vlad Dracula Tepes could not think of anything but birth?

He had shown Hector’s wife what she asked for, he had given her the materials needed to prevent such a birth. Granted, it was what she had asked for. One favor for a selfless thing.

Perhaps… a long-since silent voice of reason in the back of Dracula’s mind spoke up… Perhaps there is hope for humanity yet? Maybe the good few, the intelligent, the brave, and the honorable could be… salvaged from this genocide? Perhaps what was needed was a true cull after all?

Seated once again in his study, Dracula gazed into the flames of the fireplace. He would need to make plans to speak with all his Generals tomorrow.

The war, as they knew it, was about to change.

A/N: Ahhhh! Why is it so longgggg? Forgive me for getting carried away. But to answer your question, I do think there’s a sliver of hope Dracula would be swayed not to stop or anything, but maybe to shift his plans to allow a select, approved few humans to survive. No idea how’d that’d be implemented or how the Generals would respond (prob not well lol.) But that’s sort of my line of thinking. I also believe he’d be even more encouraging for Hector and Isacc to become friends. For Sources, check out these super cool links: Medieval ‘Pregnancy Tests’: (x) And this really cool on medieval abortion/menstruation remedies: (x) And As always, if you liked it, please REBLOG!

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