Castlevania Hector x reader fluffy fic! Him comforting the reader, who is insecure about her writing skills. Please!! 🙏🙏🙏
Also if you can write him like his og game version where he is more confident and selfless. Helping others in need and standing his ground.
Your pen scribbled across the stiff parchment. The sound a familiar echo as the words came to the page and the map in your mind expanded into view.
“…looking out across the vast sea Joans asked, ‘do you think there are monsters out there?’
Vivain held her breath for a moment. Seeming to look not at the sea but past it. To somewhere far beyond. ‘There are monsters here Joans’….”
“Ugh!” You grab the paper up in your fists and ball it up. Why couldn’t you get this stupid scene to work?? Perhaps you were just fooling yourself into thinking you could become a writer. Best to just stick to things you were good at, you decide. Magic was much easier than putting ink to the page.
You toss the paper ball over your shoulder in disappointment and disgust. A sudden ‘oof!’ coming up behind you and you turn around to see Hector standing there. “Not the warm hello I was hoping for.”
“Oh dear! I’m sorry.” You quickly apologize. Getting up to greet him but then horrified as he opened the paper ball to see what you had thrown at him.
You dash over to rip the paper from Hector’s hands with a quick, “nothing!” Alarming your partner with your sudden movement and rudeness. “It’s…just something I was trying to write….”
“Writing?” Hector queried in interest. “I didn’t know you were an author.”
“I’m not.” You clip sullenly. “Hence the ball.”
You move to toss it into its proper place in the waste basket, but Hector caught your hand. “Surely it cannot be that bad.” He told you. “May I read it?”
“Absolutely not.” You would sooner be burned at the stake than suffer such humiliation of having Hector read it. “It’s not that good.”
“Art is subjective. Isn’t that what you’re always telling me?” You grumble at your foolish self for telling him that. Hector then leaned in and gave you a soft look. The kind of look that could get you to do anything for him. “Please?”
You relent and give him the paper. It was probably hard to read with all the crumpling, but Hector manages. And as a fast reader he was through the few pages in seconds. “Where is the rest of it?”
“The rest?” You reply. “There is no rest.”
“But there must be more.” Hector insisted. “I cannot make a sound judgement on if it’s bad or not without more context.”
“Surely the infancy of the piece would lend credit to it’s inevitable doom.”
“I wouldn’t say that.” Hector flipped through the pages again. As if to find a secret, secondary piece he had somehow missed. “I can see where you are going, and this has good bones. You’re quite talented.”
‘Talented?’ You thought, feeling your face heat up.
“But I think the issue is that you have given up prematurely. You can’t tell if something is great halfway in the middle.”
“I…suppose.” There was credibility to that. “So what should I do?”
“I think you should finish it.” Hector suggested. “If you want, of course. But I also think you will regret more not making the thing than making it. We do not know until we try.” Another saying you had taught him used against you.
You sigh and take your pages back. “Perhaps. But…another day.”
“Fair enough.” Hector agreed with a nod. Seeming to understand if you worked on it anymore today you may burn the pages the next time. Best to give the two of you space for a bit. “Shall we take a trip to the sea then tomorrow? For inspiration.”
You smile and bashfully hold your pages close to your chest. Close to your heart, like Hector. “Yes. I would like that.”
