#greta x reader

[urworstnightmarelmao]

I HATE HATE HATE WHEN THEY PUT A SHORT READER WHY NOT TALL AND MUSCULAR WHY NOT BUTCH BRO WHY WHY WHY WHY DO I HAVE TO BE TINY

I'm not pushing the stereotype that oh short and small people can't be strong but IT HURTS IT HURTS BRO I was reading a castlevania fic on ao3 and it said we were SHORTER THAN GRETA AND SYPHA LIKE JUST MAKE ME A KID ATP DUDE

Mine you the MC has YEARS of training, scars and shit but she is still built like half a kid bro

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Thank you for answering the question!

So, the idea I have for the request with the Trio + Greta is this:

You know how when Edouard was killed and his body was used to be turned into a night creature, and even though he was a night creature, still saved Annette?

How would the Trio + Greta react to going through that scenario like what happened between Annette and Edouard? As in, them taking the place of Annette while their friend taking the place of Edouard.

A/N: Sorry for taking forever to answer this, it's been months. Oh my god, time flies! Can someone please make it stop?! But back to the topic at hand, I have to say I went into Nocturne all hyped for Maria (and while I still love her so much, she’s best girl!), I also fell in love with Edouard’s character. He’s so sweet and sensitive, and I appreciate how he encouraged the others to be open and vulnerable to acknowledge/process their grief. I recall a tumblr post that was like these Nocturne characters’ are facing the same problems as their predecessors, but at least this time, their emotional IQs have gone way up! So *fingers crossed*, here’s hoping the main cast won’t get as traumatized this time around. (Oh, who am I kidding? It’s Castlevania. Of course, they’re all gonna end up traumatized.) 

Oh, and I wrote this in the third person as opposed to a first-person Reader-Insert, I hope that’s okay!

TW: Brief Mentions of Violence; Death; Heavy Angst (Reader Beware!)

The Trio + Greta React to Their GN! Friend Getting Turned Into a Night Creature: 

Trevor: 

In the heat of battle, he barely has time to register, much less process, his friend’s death. 

By the time the fight is over and he’s realized what’s happened, it feels like the wind has been knocked out of his chest, and he’s already begun to blame himself, regardless of whether or not it was his fault. 

He’s a Belmont, he should've known better. Simply by associating with them, he was practically digging his friends’ grave. He shouldn’t have let them come along, he should've scared them away. Fuck! Why didn’t he push them away like he did everyone else? Out of all of the people to stay and get put in danger, why did it have to be the one person he cared so much about?

So in his guilt and grief, Trevor does what he does best: drink. He drinks to excess the first night without his friend at his side. And as well as the second. And then the third. 

If he’s with Sypha and Alucard (and/or Greta in Village Belmont at the time of his friend’s death, this is the point where they'd step in and cut off his booze.) If Trevor’s alone, however, you can bet he spends a good week or so drunk as a skunk, and completely out of his mind. 

When the alcohol doesn’t numb the pain anymore, he tries to jump ahead to acceptance, telling himself that it was unavoidable, that his curse will always rob him of his happiness, of his friends and family in the end. Of course, like some sick twisted turn of fate, just as he accepts it was out of his hands, a familiar face re-enters his life. 

When Trevor first encounters his friend as a night creature, he doesn’t recognize that it’s them straight away. He’s a monster hunter and he attacks on autopilot— monsters’ appearances be damned. And when he does finally recognize that this night creature has been forged from the body of his deceased friend, he assumes, like all the other forged creatures he’s fought before, that it’s merely his friend’s corpse being used as a vessel for a damned soul. 

Then Trevor loses his footing as well as his weapon. But when his former friend turned night creature has a chance to deal Trevor a scathing blow, they hesitate, and instead choose to stare Trevor down rather than attack him. It’s at this moment, that Trevor realizes with a lurch of his stomach, that this isn’t a night creature in the body of his friend, but that this night creature is his friend. 

He thinks he’s going to be sick, but before that happens a separate night creature aims to attack. Trevor quickly crawls to retrieve his whip only to turn around to see that he doesn’t need it: his night creature friend turns on its fellow beasts and rips them apart limb by limb. 

The two of them sit in the deafening silence that follows, each one eyeing the other up, waiting for someone to finally break the spell of concentration and make their move. 

Trevor’s friend moves first, speaking in a rough, deep voice: “Tre..v..or,” it manages to get out. 

As much as it pains him, as much as he knows his next move will haunt him for the rest of his natural life, Trevor blinks away the tears threatening to fall from his eyes, and charges ever so quickly towards the creature. His former friend turned monster has no time to react to what’s happening by the time Trevor’s knife is piercing through their chest. 

“I’m sorry…” Trevor rasps out, guilt beginning to consume him once again. “‘S all my fault.” 

Trevor is the last Belmont alive. Belmonts were trained to find and kill monsters. At least, that’s what Trevor keeps telling himself as he looks down at the corpse of his friend for the second time. 

Belmonts hunt monsters, and they protect people. 

And yet, standing there, Trevor feels that’s never been more of a lie. 

Sypha: 

Sypha tries like hell to save her friend, she really does. She creates defensive ice shields, rings of fire, hell even an ice cube around her friend all in an attempt to keep them safe from harm during battle. 

But no matter what she tries, no matter how incredible she is at multitasking: it’s not enough. Something happens, something else gets her attention, someone else’s immediate safety takes precedence. Just for one moment, she turns her back on her friend, assuming they’d be alright for that long.

When Sypha returns to find her friend dying or dead, she lets out the most guttural scream, as icicles and fireballs rain down from the sky above her effectively squashing any remaining enemies. In her grief, her power surges through her, unstoppable like a nuclear reaction. She doesn’t just strike her enemies dead, she obliterates what remains of their corpses until they are nothing but ash and smoke.

Sypha, being from a large nomadic family, takes it upon herself to track down her friends' surviving relatives (if they have any) and bring their remains back to them. Being the kind of curious person Sypha is, she’s likely to know a fair amount about her friends' culture and religion. If there are specific burial rites she knows her friend would have liked observed, she wants them adhered to and she refuses to leave her friend's corpse until they’ve been officially put to rest. 

But on her journey back (either to her friend’s family or the cemetery outside of Village Belmont), she’s attacked on the road by rogue vampires. Luckily, she and her companions make it out unscathed. Unfortunately, however, it seems those monsters have taken her friends' corpses with them. 

Sypha mourns for a second time, not only the loss of her friend’s life but the loss of any closure she might have been hoping to create. Despite them no longer living, she feels as if she’s somehow managed to let them down a second time. 

The next time she’s defending a crowd of folks against hordes of night creatures, Sypha is extra cautious, her friend’s death still fresh on her mind. And as the cruel mistress fate would have it, the image of her friend becomes real in front of her. Only this time, they’ve changed. They’ve mutated into something beastly with scales, claws, and horns, leaving only their face— eyes, nose, and mouth— and voice unchanged. 

Initially, Sypha refuses to listen to this fraudulent night creature’s words, deeming their entire resemblance nothing more than a devilish trick. But when their former friend-turned-night-creature suddenly turns on its fellow beasts, tearing them apart before they can attack Sypha or her friends, Sypha is forced to confront the possibility that this creature still has her friend's soul trapped inside.

Sypha keeps up her defensive magic and ushers everyone else away. She makes it so it’s just her and her former friend left standing out on the battlefield. 

Keeping a flame in one hand, Sypha raises the other in greeting, her large eyes widening as the creature mirrors her movements. 

Sypha’s torn. On one hand, if her friend’s soul is still in there, they could be trapped and suffering, waiting for the release of either death or salvation to set them free, much like how her soul was trapped when she lost to the Cyclops. On the other hand, if her friend is still in there somewhere, maybe it’s only their form that’s changed, and their personality has not. Is it possible for a night creature to exist and not be violent?

It’s one hell of a risk to take, however. And Sypha knows she can’t risk the fate of Village Belmont, of all those orphan children, hell, of her children, because of a guilty conscience.

“Leave,” she says, advancing towards her former friend. “Do not return!” She sends a blast of fire in their general direction, herding them away. 

“Go!” She screams, sending even greater flames. 

The night creature frowns, backing up, confused. They cock their head to the side as if to ask why Sypha’s doing this. The confusion lasts only a moment before a hardened expression comes over them. They slowly nod before dragging their monstrous body far beyond the tree line, far away from Village Belmont. 

Through her teary blurred vision, Sypha watches her former friend-turned-monster leave, a look of sorrow on both their faces. 

Sypha makes a mental note to research ways of freeing her friend from their curse, should she come across them again. In the meantime, she hopes for their safety and asks that God (as much as he hates her) take mercy on her companion. 

Sypha feels their current existence is punishment enough. 

Alucard: 

Alucard is not there when his friend is killed, a fact that haunts him long after their demise. He was not present for his Mother’s death either, and due to the manner of her murder, he was left without a body to mourn. Alucard knows fate is a cruel mistress, but to repeat such a grief with his dear friend, it’s almost too much to bear. 

Still, Alucard’s not one to actively wallow, so he sulks for a short period before returning to his many duties as protector and curator of his father’s castle and the Belmont hold. He plays with the children, he and Greta teach the willing adults how to fight, and he even takes to cleaning up his old nursery to welcome Trevor’s and Sypha's incoming child. 

On all outside fronts, Alucard appears the same as he was, but on the inside, his chest aches, and his stomach weighs heavily in his gut. Internally, he’s full of ‘what-ifs’:

Perhaps, if he taught his friend more defensive techniques before the battle. Or if he had only encouraged them to run rather than fight, they might still be here within these cold castle walls. Sure, he and the others may have ended up teasing his friend for being cowardly, and Alucard’s certain that would embarrass them, but my god— what’d Alucard give for his friend to be alive and embarrassed rather than dead. 

After some time, Alucard finds his mind less and less occupied by his sorrow over his friend’s demise, and instead, begins to fill the space with fond memories. He recalls their first meeting, their first fight together, and their first night wandering the ruins of the Belmont hold. 

Their ill-fated reunion starts with an alert from one of the watchtowers, then a second yell from a guard, before Alucard finds himself running, magical blade drawn, into a horde of beastly night creatures. 

Aluccard’s on them before they can set upon the other guards. He makes quick work of two with his longsword and wounds a third with his claws. None of the night creatures' attacks are surprising, with every move they make, either Alucard or another fighter such as Greta can slice them down where they stand. 

All appears to be well in hand when a rough voice calls for help just beyond the tree line. Wasting no time, Alucard proceeds alone, instructing the others to hang back in the instance it’s a trap. 

To Alucard’s credit, it is a trap. Just not the one he was expecting. 

A night creature, more on the smaller side, emerges from the shadows on all fours. On its side a large wound gushes red, the mark appearing to be from another creature as opposed to a human blade. 

But that is not what catches Alucard’s attention. Rather, it is the voice of the night creature that sounds so similar. 

With rising horror, frozen in place Alucard watches as the twisted, tortured body of his former friend pulls itself closer and closer. The creature pleads with Alucard by name, begging for their friend to make the pain stop. 

It is not the first time Alucard has seen such magic. When the rebis reanimated in his childhood bedroom, he could see the souls of his parents struggling to house themselves within the rebis’ one body. It was such a horrifying sight, Alucard had to close his eyes and look away, but here, with his former friend’s clawed hand gripping his shin, no such possibility exists. 

Alucard knows what he must do, he knows it’s only fair to end his friend’s life, to prevent them from suffering any further torment. Then why can’t he do it? 

Alucard raises his blade using magic, preparing to slice his friend’s head off cleanly, when the creature lets out a final gurgle before falling still. 

The blade continues to hover in the air as Alucard falls to his knees weeping. Somehow every time he believes to be past this pain, even more befalls him. 

Alucard allows himself to grieve, hoping this time is the last. 

Greta: 

Greta’s no stranger to loss. She’s lost several men and villagers to the night creature attacks long before Alucard came into the picture. Being the Village Head, she’s found she’s left with little time to grieve, but perhaps, that is for the better. 

Once Village Belmont is established, and Alucard is reunited with his friends, Greta allows herself to mourn the loss of her villagers, showing their remains respect by burying them in the Village Belmont cemetery. Of course, not every one of her lost friends has a body to bury. 

In one of the night creature’s original attacks, they had taken the corpses of their victims as well as some folks still alive, presumably to eat or devour later. 

One of Greta’s dear friends was among them, and while she wishes more than anything she could have held their hand and comforted them as they bled out, as she did a handful of others, there’s no going back to change the past— what’s done is done. 

Greta takes a vote, and the villagers agree to put up a Gravemarker anyway, just as a way of honoring their memory.

It happens just as she exits the castle to give the good news of the arrival of Sypha and Trevor’s new baby. The many houses around Castlevania are lit up with merriment when a handful of stray monsters decide to attack. 

Greta takes the lead on the defense, holding her own until she finds herself accidentally backed into a corner one night by a creature that almost looks like an overgrown dog. She’s surprised she let herself be so foolish but she’s even more surprised by the beast’s refusal to strike. 

Confused, Greta analyzes the creature further, gasping in shock when she recognizes the pair of eyes that stare back at her. It couldn’t be. Could it? And if it is, what does this mean?

Greta thinks back to when she first met Alucard. Granted, she and her people knew he was not human, but his reputation as a savior preceded him. Perhaps, she considers, it is possible then, for a night creature to also go against its primal nature and choose the same.

She manages to push the creature back, calling for other armed members to surround it until Alucard can come and get a better look. Greta asks the dhampir what he thinks, if it’s possible this is her friend transformed, or if she’s letting sentiment get the better of her. 

Alucard admits that he’s read of certain necromancers and forge masters possessing the ability to maintain pre-existing souls when forging newly twisted monsters, however, this particular experience would be a first. It could very well be Greta’s friend, their soul in this body, but it could also just be their corpse. 

They decide to consult Trevor.

The three of them discuss back and forth as to what to do with this miniature night creature so long Sypha herself comes out, demanding to know why the hell she just left her newborn with a midwife to come get Trevor’s disappearing ass who said he’d be right back before walking out after the birth of their firstborn son?!

Everyone ends up at a loss.

Unphased by all the arguing, the night creature has since started to playfully catch sticks and stones, which some braver children have thrown at them. 

Sypha agrees to leash the night creature within a magic circle until they can figure out what to do with it. At this point, the night creature curls up into a ball of scales and fur and promptly falls asleep. 

“Well,” Greta says, “I suppose we didn’t need that Gravemarker after all.” 

A/N: Sorry for the sort of cop-out ending with Greta’s, I just couldn't bring myself to end hers on a sad note as well, so instead, she gets a night creature guard dog bff to accompany her around Village Belmont! Also, if I had to pick a Castlevania character to be surprisingly chill about their friend becoming a reanimated creature, it’d be her. (Well, Hector first and then Greta but you see my point.)  

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[demigoddessqueens]

I have a request could you do the Castlevania cast reaction to there s/o being a barbarian like there 8 feet tall and very strong but has a very kind heart and is very protective of them.

Awww!!

Trevor/Sypha/Alucard/Greta - blushing, staring, gods you’re so tall?? Just a kiss??? But so sweet and cute?? The kids like you??

Dracula - you two are the perfect height for kisses! And your kind nature easily seizes his heart!

Isaac - your kind nature is refreshing as he has a new perspective on life, and the tall build wards of those who try to seek trouble

Hector - he feels protected and utterly fails at hiding his blush when you call him sweet nicknames

Carmilla & Styria - Carmilla feels genuinely touched for the first time, thinking she’s found the ideal lover. Striga has someone for sparring, and Lenore and Morana appreciate your softer nature

Godbrand - look me in the eyes and tell me this Viking wouldn’t appreciate a tall buff woman because he would!!

[wyyvernn]

G'Morning - Alucard X Reader X Greta

A/n: this has been in the drafts for a bit of time, ive been meaning to write a poly for agesss

Domestic fluff involved, and a lil bit of suggestiveness ohoho :) i dont believe ive said this before (or maybe i have cant remember) but minors dni please

warning: suggestive themes, nudity

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The morning warmth of the sun illuminated your naked form and your arms wound tighter across the neck of your dhampir lover. There was another presence as well, one you weren't awake to greet last night.

You predict Greta must've taken care of things around the castle before she came to bed, her duties can be rather demanding at times.

But it's one of the rare mornings where she's by your side and both partners are cuddled up to your front and back and you're awake to see them. You feel the touch of Greta's hand, smooth with traces of callouses and slightly larger than your own, tracing circles over your bare hip, lips pressed into your shoulder blade. It's tender affection that you return by entangling your leg with one of hers.

Alucard, facing your front side, entwines his fingers with Greta's hand, keeping you trapped between their protective bodies. His golden locks spill like water over your arms as you tuck your face in the crook of his neck.

There's no way to escape.

Not when they're holding you so close, but you make an effort to release Alucard and shift the other way.

Greta moves as well, and then a yawn, and then her arms reach to the ceiling, joints clicking as her toned muscles stretch in satisfaction, followed by another yawn.

She goes to rub her face, only for you to collect her wrist gently and touch a kiss to the back of it.

"G'morning, love," you croak out, voice husky from the new morning.

She takes a moment to register your face, your eyes, the way your lips curl against her warm skin, the clearing of the many lashes sweeping your cheeks, every tiny detail takes time to read, time she gladly revels in.

Until she finally speaks.

"Mm...to you as well."

Greta's smile is as lovely as the patterned sunlight trickling over the surface of her body where the thin sheet barely covers. Her eyes swim with love and her lips caress yours like rain droplets running down crystal glass. Her affection is soft and sweet and a perfect start to any morning.

Another yawn is heard, but this time it's not her.

Alucard catches the attention of both of you as he repositions, turning his front to align with your back. Almost immediately does he begin his early kisses, bathing your shoulders with them, bringing joy to your face that Greta can't help but kiss you again for. Both lovers have their grip you, Adrian's on your hip and Greta's on your thigh, loving you slowly, loving you sweetly, prompting muffled giggles from your chest.

"Both of you, what's with the attention today? Trying to suffocate me, are you?" you squeal, almost, at a particularly ticklish spot your dhampir found on your neck.

"Yes," is all he says, before dipping to the side of your nape and sucking on your supple skin hungrily as if it's the first bit of nourishment he's gotten in months.

"So direct," Greta laughs, however, her tone and expression turns serious when she starts on a hickey below your collarbone, "And yet so true."

They bask in your quiet moans, each of their mouths probing pleasured sounds out of you, sounds reminiscent from the events of last night between you and Adrian. Greta is only just making up for lost time and her dedication to making you squirm proves that.

It's another morning where yet again Trevor and Sypha wonder where the three of you are for the rest of the day.

[fictional-yearning]

[Castlevania] Imagine Dating Greta and Alucard

They're both shown to be okay with having two partners so why not? Let me know if you want me to write more of this dynamic 🦇

You're a newcomer to Alucard and Greta's village, the only survivor from a nearby town that was destroyed by night creatures.

Alucard notices you and immediately feels a connection because you remind him of how he used to be when he was alone, so he tries to be there for you like Greta was there for him.

You're very bitter at first because your people weren't as lucky as the people of Danesti to have Alucard to defend them.

But you warm up to Alucard very quickly and your real warm and loving personality begins to shine through.

When Greta notices how much time you and Alucard are spending together, he reassures her that he's only trying to help.

Greta points out that she can tell it stopped being just that a long time ago, and lets him know that there's nothing wrong with that as far as she's concerned.

Alucard spends most of his time clinging to either Greta or you, but he is at his happiest when it's the three of you together.

You and Greta get along great, but you never think she would be interested in you. You have nothing to offer. What would she see in you?

Ending up alone with her for one night in the castle leads you to confess how inadequate you feel when you compare to her.

Greta tells you to stop putting yourself down and starts caressing your face.

You can tell she's not doing it only for your own comfort, and that sets off all kinds of fires inside you.

When Alucard comes back, he is overjoyed to learn of what happened. He could not have recieved better news.

He holds the two of you tighter than ever when you go to sleep that night, nearly unable to believe how the blessings of his new life never seem to cease.

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Yooo askbox open :]

Could I get a Castlevania matchup, one female and one male character? I am fine with poly, and also the more background characters :]

I'm a bisexual guy. Once I'm past my initial `terrified of everything' and 'extremely withdrawn' phase of anxiety, I'm very energetic (though not very loud) and flirty. l love all fields of science, especially mathematics and physics. Very nerdy/ geeky, and I also paint and practice

l have a very impulsive and ADHD -type of humor, though it always takes me a moment to recognize any word-play. I'm very much a thrill-seeker, and things that tend to make other's squeamish don't bother me in the slightest. I suppose for the sake of the series, gore and acts of sadism don't really phase me, at least, to the extent that I am a spectator.

A/N: Okay for you, my Flirty, ADHD-Humor Anon, I think your best Castlevania matches would be Godbrand (Male) and Greta (Female)! [Note: The writer of this ask dmed me specifically to say they were fine with more minor/background characters, just in case you were wondering how I ended up choosing these two for them.]

Godbrand, believe it or not, would be a great match for you! He is very energetic, and flirty when he wants to be. Well, he tries to be flirty, but more often than not he comes off as kind of an ass, but that’s just part of his charm!

As a Viking and a sailor, Godbrand has a particular interest in science, mostly astronomy, and geography, but he enjoys listening to all the knowledge you’re willing to share about mathematics and physics. Despite what you may think, Godbrand is rather intelligent. He may be brash and lack tact, but he does pay attention to the emotions and behaviors of others. Every once in a while his arrogance gets in the way, but for a vampire, he’s rather attuned to the mental state of those around him. 

I think he’d pick up on your impulsive tendencies and ADHD-type humor fairly quickly, although that may not be a good thing, as he can be rather impulsive himself lol. The both of you are thrill seekers, so neither one of you is there to act as the stubborn voice of reason in all the escapades the two of you get up to. It drives all the others crazy, but neither you nor Godbrand pay them any mind. 

Godbrand loves to show off all his combat skills to you, and he is so glad you don’t run away screaming when he demonstrates how he takes down a five-man human army all by his lonesome. He wants to show just how strong and capable he is as a mate, and this is his way of doing so. (It’s kinda sexy if we’re being honest lol.)

Godbrand will ask you to bear witness to his prowess, and then paint him something that captures his essence. You’re gonna need A LOT of red paint for such a scene. 

As an INTJ you balance out his ESTP. You tend to be on the introverted intellectual side where he’s all about the immediate action. You are a great value to him, especially in how you can talk over his ideas, and help him think about them in a more nuanced way. You’re impulsive as well, but also an analyst at your core, so you are all for cheering him on: it’s just that you want him to go forward most successfully. 

Who knows? The two of you together might have even changed the course of S2. Godbrand would want to act on Dracula’s noncommittal attitude, and you’d be the perfect partner to talk out a well-thought-out plan with. Instead of brashly confronting Isaac with his half-cooked idea of betrayal, perhaps the two of you as a team could have spoken to Dracula, and see if you could change his viewpoint on erasing all the humans and vampires of the world. 

Greta is also a great choice as a partner for you because she’s smart and no-nonsense, but also wise enough to appreciate the energy and zest you have for life! 

Greta is quite understanding in your, as you called it, ‘terrified-of-everything’ phase of anxiety. In a world full of creatures who are constantly trying to kill you, who in the hells wouldn’t be? So many of her people live with the same anxiety and fear, and as their leader, she feels responsible for reassuring them all will be well. She knows what you need to hear to calm down, and she understands this is something you need to undergo to take any next steps.

She is drawn to your energy, and how flirty you are. She, being the self-assured woman she is, flirts right back. Your fire is a welcome addition to her otherwise very realistic, sort of strict outlook on life. 

She’s a leader, she needs control. She manages everyone, and it’s a difficult job. To make things easier rules and orders that are put in place. You on the other hand are impulsive, and rowdy at times. You challenge the stubborn rule-follower in her and push her to be more spontaneous and to accept the things she cannot control or change. This is also very much in line with your MBTI types, with you an INTJ, and her an ESTJ. 

You’re similar enough to have a great understanding of one another, but just opposite enough to push a little where they pull. Greta challenges you to stay grounded, and to think ten steps ahead, to consider the logical consequences of potential actions. 

She appreciates your love for science. Science is the future after all, and her people will need all the knowledge they can get if they are to advance their lifestyles and survive. 

The fact that both of you enjoy a good thrill is great and very much necessary in this universe. She understands you’re not keen on combat, but not everyone is. She’s just very grateful you aren’t constantly breaking down or throwing up when you catch a glimpse of her spearing a night creature through the middle. It would be very disheartening for her to protect the love of her life and be met with only fear and disgust. 

The other trait you share is that both of you are freakishly nonchalant at times. Night Creatures? Eh. Attempted murder? Eh. Vampires? Eh. It’s all just another Tuesday for you, and so long as you have each other, you figure the both of you will end up just fine.

[demigoddessqueens]

Hello, In the og monster high. I remember reading somewhere that thanks to modern medicine vampires can now take iron supplements to avoid drinking blood if they so choose.

So how would the Castlevania Trio + Greta, Hector, Issac, Dracula, and Carmilla and her sisters. Take to having a vegan vampire S/O who despite being a vampire from birth uses this method due to them having a severe phobia of blood to the point of fainting at the mere sight of it.

I’m guessing the vamps would get a kick out of this

Alucard - he sympathizes greatly with you (just a sweet boy!) and is extremely mindful of your condition, getting whatever you need

Trevor - at first makes an ill-timed joke about it (you gave him a ‘really’ face 😑), but he scours through the Belmont Hold for more knowledge on how to help you

Sypha - hyper aware and always double checks, triple checks your supplies to make sure you’re always stocked

Greta - is naturally curious and likes to ask questions to understand this side of you more, also checks on you regularly to see how you feel

Dracula - he has come across all types of life and being a resourceful vampire himself, the King of Vampires tends to your every need above and beyond

Isaac - the few times he’s surprised about vampires, and while he dies help you find substitutes and supplements, talking to you more about your condition puts your nerves at ease

Hector - well that’s something new!! On one hand, he’s kinda grateful you don’t crave blood. On the other hand, he’s sympathetic to your nature, knowing what it feels like to be different

Carmilla & Sisters - Carmilla does get a bit of a kick out of it at first, but you’re her s/o now! No one would dare say a slight against you! Striga, Morana, and Lenore scour over the castle for food that may serve you as well

[demigoddessqueens]

Castlevania Trio + Greta, Dracula, Lisa Hector, Issac with a S/O that's a famous chef that likes to make hyper realistic cakes in their freetime and post them online. What would their reactions be.

Ohmygod 🤣🤣 I love this

Adrian “Alucard” - sneaks in to your studio to watch you prep at times (or steal a bite 😋) and asks the most mundane questions because he likes seeing you excitedly explain it to him

Trevor - as many times as he’s watched your shows, his mind is still blown. Even when you did a “true or false” display on what’s cake or real.

Sypha - hype gf all the way! Her favorite was the one you did in a warehouse, full-sized cannon cake that could actually shoot fireworks

Greta - she loved the “jewelry display” one that you did for a show, commenting on how realistic the designs were (drawn by you with a toothpick)

Dracula and Lisa - oh they are hyped to see you work! Always commenting, wanting to be your test crowd before live shows.

Isaac - is VERY impressed by your craft and always makes time to listen to your sessions, soothed to how you explain the cake process

Hector - you got a text in the middle of your live streaming saying “why did you cut the dog one?? 😭”. The uncanny resemblance to Little Cezar got to him for a second