You ask your girlfriend if she'd still love you if you were a slug.
▪︎586 words, fluff, teasing, a little suggestive, making out, a bit of groping, etc▪︎
She’s sprawled out beneath you, one arm behind her head, the other tracing lazy circles against your thigh. The sheets are kicked down around her waist, skin warm and damp where your nightgown clings to it. The ceiling fan hums above, stirring the faint smell of oil from her hands and the lotion you’d used after your shower.
You say it out of nowhere. “What if I turned into a slug?”
Her brow furrows. “A slug?”
“Mhm.” You shift your weight on her hips, slow, like you’re testing her patience. “Slimy, slow, tragic little thing. Would you still love me?”
She gives a small laugh, one that doesn’t reach her eyes. “That would never happen.”
“But what if I did.” you insist, voice dipping. “Would you still—”
“No,” she cuts in, deadpan. “I’d pour salt on you.”
You blink at her, mouth parted in disbelief. “You’d what?”
Her grin grows sharp, a hint of teeth. “Salt. I'd melt you right down.”
“Oh, well then—fuck you.” You try to slide off her, but she catches your wrist quick, the same hand that had been idle seconds ago. Her grip is warm, solid.
“Hey,” she murmurs, tugging you back until your knee presses into her side again. “I’m joking.”
You don’t look convinced. She leans up, kisses your cheek—just there, where your skin still glows from the bath, and stays close enough that you feel her breath move against your jaw.
Her voice softens, low and amused. “You really think I’d let you crawl away from me? Slug or not.”
You huff, pretending to stay annoyed, but your smile betrays you.
Her hand slides higher, up the back of your thigh to where the nightgown rides. Not rough—just enough to remind you she could keep you here if she wanted.
When you finally meet her eyes, they’ve gone heavy, that slow burn you recognize. The kind that always starts like this—half joke, half threat, all heat.
“You’re so annoying,” you mutter, though your voice has gone softer, caught between irritation and a laugh.
She only hums, that low sound that sits somewhere deep in her chest. Her eyes never leave your face.
Then she pulls you down and kisses you—slow at first, then deeper, hungrier. Her mouth tastes faintly like mint and sleep. You feel the shift in her body, the way she moves to meet you, the way her hand slips under the hem of your nightgown. Warm palms slide over the curve of your ass, fingers flexing like she’s testing the weight of you.
You make a small noise against her mouth when she grinds up, the thin fabric between you doing nothing to dull the heat. She swallows it with another kiss, rougher this time, one that makes your chest ache a little.
“I love you,” she breathes against your lips, the words coming out between a sigh and a murmur.
You pull back just far enough to look at her. Her pupils are blown wide, eyes dark and certain. Your own heartbeat stumbles. “I love you too,” you whisper back.
She smiles. You press your mouth to her throat, feel the jump of her pulse under your tongue. Her hand stays on your ass, the other tracing up your spine until her fingers rest at the base of your neck. You kiss her again, slower this time, and the room goes quiet except for your breathing and the soft creak of the bed beneath you.
The kind of quiet that feels like promise.
The intimacy is open, messy, the kind of kiss that tastes like breath and want. Her tongue drags against yours slow, deliberate, until you forget the joke that started this, forget everything but how close she feels.
Her hands get greedy. One stays low, cupping you through the thin fabric, guiding you down against her; the other drifts up your side, fingers pressing into soft skin like she’s trying to memorize it. You feel her nails catch slightly when she grips, and it makes you gasp against her mouth.
She takes the sound, deepens it. The air between you grows thick. You break just long enough to breathe, foreheads touching, both of you slick with sweat already. Her thumb slides along the inside of your thigh, teasing without meaning to—just restless, needing you closer.
You kiss her again, harder this time. She meets you with a low noise that sounds half like a groan, half like a plea. Her hips shift under you, and you follow the motion before you even think. The nightgown rides up, cool air licking across the back of your thighs.
You pull back, just to look at her—her lips swollen, eyes glassy, hair stuck to her temples. She looks up at you like she might bite or beg; you can’t tell which.
You smile, breathless. “You were gonna pour salt on me, huh?”
She laughs against your jaw, open-mouthed and warm. “Not a chance.”
Hiiii, I saw that the requests were open and I was wondering if I could ask you for a one-shot of Striga from Castlevania (if you write for this character) x fem reader. In which the reader was once a human enemy of Striga who survived her in several encounters. But now, by a twist of fate, they end up as a couple, and Striga proposes to transform her into a vampire.
The snow felt like small daggers on your back as you lay prone in on the ground. You would know. You had been stabbed many times. This time, however, it seemed to be one too many.
Your blood now oozed out of your side where it once gushed. A sign that the supply was running to an end. A red ring around your corpse to tarnish your halo. Or whatever waited for you on the other side.
“You fought well.” You couldn’t move your head but you could move your eyes as they darted to the left to see Striga approaching. A smirk on her lips as her heavy boots sunk into the snow. “You always fight well, my love.”
Your jaw tightened and you sneer up at the vampire.
For years you had been chasing Striga all across Styria. Never able to catch the woman you were certain burned your homelands. She never admitted it. But also, never denied it. Over the years your fights had gotten longer with conversation. Sometimes no fight at all and just chat. Striga only ever admitted that she raided a lot and it was entirely possible that she did what you said and just couldn’t remember. “What is one fire when the world burns?” You shot her in the shoulder for that.
You had also noticed over the years that, not only had your fights & conversation gotten longer, but Striga’s motives in challenging you seemed to have changed. Annoyance, to rage, to amusement, to finally something akin to…flirting? You never reciprocated, though women were your preference as well, but did revel in the praise she gave you on your sword & combat skills. Much to your great shame.
Gathering what little strength you had left, you bite out a sharp “….leave…” Blood was at the back of your throat at the strain. Copper and dirt the last thing you would ever taste.
“What? And leave you here to die alone in the mud? Never.”
Striga moved to sit down. Her sword set neatly in the snow before the rest of her basically flopped the rest of her weight beside you. Knees up to rest her arms. Looking at you with sharp green eyes for a long, long time.
“You know. This does not have to be the end, you know?” Your eyes roll over to Striga again as she spoke. “I could turn you.”
Your entire body went ridged. Or as much as it could at the suggestion.
“Don’t be that way.” The vampire scolded you. “I know you despise us. And I will admit, that’s fair. But is this really how you want to die mališan? Cold, in the snow, at the hands of men.” Striga seemed more offended for you than you were of the fact that it took 10 men to ambush you to get you down. “You’re better than that mališan. You could be so much better than that. You could be stronger. Faster. You could have centuries to perfect your sword and learn new arts. We could continue fighting all our days & nights. We could build new lands. We could be by each other’s side. Forever.”
The snow shifted as Striga moved to hover over you on her knees. “I have fought many battles. Raged many wars. None have thrilled me like you have, mališan. None would accept you as I do.” Your past, your present, your preference. None of it had ever been accepted. But Striga indeed never seemed to mind. “But it’s your decision. I respect you enough to give you the choice not I nor my sisters had. Say no, and I’ll bury you after you’re gone. But, say yes, and we will burn cities together until the sun burns, my love.”
You knew, as you couldn’t feel your limbs and a deep fog was starting to cloud your mind, that your heart could not actually beat this fast. But it felt that way. It felt like it might hammer out of your chest right through your broke ribs and off into the night. Could you really fight forever? Was it worth your soul to be accepted finally? What had dying for the cause ever really gotten you anyway?
With one last, little burst of strength you bleat out the word “yes” to Striga.
The vampire grinned. Fangs more visible than you remember. “Good choice, mališan.” She praised, before leaning in and giving you one last mortal kiss. Before her vampire’s kiss sank into your flesh.
Hi~ I think tumblr ate my ask. Could you do a head canon with Striga and Morana with a soft spoken and smoll s/o? Who is also a vampire but for the life of her can't defend herself? ;w; thank you.
Striga and Morana get a tiny gf
You were a scribe or an apprentice or something, you were suppose to be quiet and live a simple life
You caught Morana’s interest first. She’s much more observant, always plotting something or in most cases, fixing one of her sisters messes.
She began to favour your presence, requesting your help pretty much every day. At first you thought, it was just work. Maybe you were just diligent, maybe you knew just when she needed a quick “tea” break
Morana liked to string you along like a cute puppy struggling to keep up with her long strides
She often brought you little treats or gifts. You were such a good little pet and you were just so cute
Striga would soon catch on and at first she did not find you that appealing. You’re a tiny little thing, she could crush you in an instant.
If you thought keeping up with Morana was hard, Striga is like running a marathon. But, she actually walks a little slower, just for you.
If she finds you, Striga will often carry the many books and papers Morana has you carry
If you trip or fall, you often find the warrior there to catch you or help you up. She tells you often, how much you worry her. You’re just so small, she has no idea what to do with you.
Lunch dates are almost a daily thing with them. Its also one of the only times you three can spend together considering how busy you all are
in bed, you are often sandwiched together, the ultimate little spoon
(Hi, so, I was watching Castlevania, and in the newest season there’s a character named Striga. Long story short, my little bisexual heart couldn’t contain my newfound love for her. I won’t lie and say I wrote this for the lesbians (I mostly wrote this for myself), but… this is a female x female story :) I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfy, but not every story I write will cater to everyone. Without further ado, here are the warnings: slight gore (blood, bc vampires), foul language, nudity, belittling (like calling you soft… not fat, but you’re also not body builder status, yaknow?), etc..)
War isn’t a pretty thing, it never was. Every altercation brought new horrors, and continued to build on top of old rivalries. This one was no different.
You found yourself on a battlefield, surrounded by death and destruction. You weren’t supposed to be there, but you couldn’t just sit back and do nothing. Your brothers were pussies, and refused to do their part in protecting your country. So, you, their little sister, was sent instead. You may not be the strongest warrior, but you were a fucking skilled one.
With only your sword, you’ve killed more than fifty of Dracula’s pets, and you planned to kill them all.
-
“Smith, get your ass back to the Cathedral!” The younger recruits never took you seriously, and that was going to get them killed. You may be a young woman, but you had more skill in your pinky than they did in their entire body.
The blond haired boy in front of you shook his head, his sword shaking against the weight of a demon’s claws.
“No, (Y/n), I can do this!” You were about to blow a gasket. Yanking your sword from its scabbard, you rushed to take down a demon coming up behind the unsuspecting boy.
You cut it down quickly, and then slayed the monster Smith was battling (and losing to). Once the two threats were out of the way, you grabbed him by the ear and dragged him to the Church (though you may not be religious, the surplus of blessed weapons made you feel a bit safer).
“When I give you an order, I expect you to listen. If it weren’t for me covering your ass, you would’ve died back there.” He tried to struggle away from your harsh grip, but was unable to get away.
“Ow, ow! Let go already!” Once under cover, you shoved him into an older troop, and stomped off. You threw open the church doors, and stalked towards the water station.
“I’m surrounded by idiots! One of these days I’m finally going to lose it-”
“Captain (L/n), how nice of you to join us.” You glanced over your shoulder, gripping a canteen of water. One of the many priests was now standing behind you, looking unimpressed.
None of the religious leaders (and most men) liked that you were a soldier, much less a captain. They’re quite traditional, and believed women should be homemakers, not battle makers.
“Hello, Father Davison. To what do I owe this pleasure?” You gave him a strained smile, and took a swig of your beverage.
“Don’t play coy, you know why I’m here.” You raised an eyebrow, and quirked your head in confusion.
“What do you mean?” You set down the canteen as he chucked a bloody scroll at you. You unrolled it, only to read an unsettling message.
‘What are you, (Y/n) (L/n)?’
“What in the world-?”
“Are you working with Dracula?” The priest wasn’t messing around, and his deep seated glare caused goosebumps to form on the back of your neck.
“No, of course not! Why would I be loyal to someone who wants the human race erased?” You gave him a glare of your own, “Also, Dracula is dead and gone, and he has been for months. This must be an angry troop who I scolded, think nothing of it.” You then brushed past the seething man, and went to leave the building.
“If you have anything to do with this, God will strike you down!” You turned around sharply at his words, and shook your head.
“I’m not afraid, I haven’t done anything wrong.”
-
You should’ve been afraid. Not because you’re at fault, no, but because people thought you were at fault. Your society believed in guilty until proven innocent, and you were currently being fucked over.
The weird letters continued, but only seemed to incriminate you further. Saying things like ‘Why don’t you attend mass?’ ‘I saw you walking alone last night, what were you doing?’ and the last one, which was the nail in the coffin, ‘(Y/n), you shouldn’t burn Bibles. That’ll get you in trouble.’ None of these messages were true, but those who disliked you believed them fully.
Maybe you were too hard on the younger boys, but you wanted them to survive. If you were too soft, they’d end up killed, and you couldn’t let that happen again. The older men understood you, but the young ones did not.
And that caused your ruin.
You were now sat in a snowy clearing, abandoned by your own people. You were only wearing your underdress, and you were now tied up in thick rope. The priest, in all his glory, allowed the young ones to break your legs to stop you from running away.
But you didn’t allow them to hear your screams. Your eyes misted with tears, but you didn’t allow them to fall. The older men, your friends, companions, tried to keep their composure, but they were close to crying as well. They were forced to watch you be beat and then had to leave you to die when night falls. Dracula’s monsters weren’t kind, and everyone knew you’d be torn to shreds.
Even still, the priest claimed this was better than being burned alive. That thought alone made you chuckle in despair. Is being abandoned by those you love less painful? Maybe the second time around, but it still hurt.
The only thing you could do now was get comfortable and await your inevitable doom. You could only switch between two positions; sitting up (legs extended, because hello, they’re broken) or laying on your back. You mostly stuck with laying down, because whenever you’d sit up, the melted snow on your back would just become colder.
By this point, your fingers and toes were turning blue. Not a good sign. But maybe, just maybe, you’d freeze to death before the monsters could get to you.
“Well, well, well, look what we have here. The human who keeps killing our troops doesn’t look very scary.” You lifted your head to look at who was speaking, but could barely move. All you could make out was four figures, and that the voice was femminine.
“Yeah? You try sitting in a frozen puddle for two hours, and you won’t look very scary either.” Even if you were cornered, you were still going to keep your captain persona. If you were going to die at the hands of the enemy, you were going to die honourably.
A few chuckles escaped their mouths, and you could hear footsteps coming toward your crippled body.
“Your kind didn’t show any mercy… how hypocritical. I thought we were supposed to be the monsters.” You laughed despairingly.
“Oh no, I wouldn’t say that. At least I wasn’t burned, am I right?” Your sarcastic voice broke a couple times, due to the tears falling down your blue tinged face. It was becoming harder to speak, and your vision was becoming spotty. You know that your body is shutting down, it’s not hard to miss. Your pulse was slower, and you had become numb.
“Your pitiful attempts at humour almost make me feel bad for you, human.” You glared into the darkening sky.
“I don’t need your pity. I’m dying, yes, but I’m dying a soldier.” A woman with white hair stood above you, and cocked her head to the side condescendingly.
“Are you? Because I don’t see a battlefield. Your people cast you out, but for what?” You struggled to sit up, causing the woman to step back. You used your forearms to hold yourself up as you looked her in the eye.
“You know why they cast me out, because you’re the ones who sent those letters, aren’t you? Was it because I’m too powerful, and I’m giving my fellow humans hope?” She leaned down to your height, and grabbed you by the chin, tilting your head up slightly.
“Not at all, us vampires like to play with our food, so we wouldn’t have tried to stop you. Now, let’s get you warm.” You tanked your head back, causing you to crumble to the ground.
“No, I refuse to go with you. Just let me die here.”
“Don’t you want a second chance at life?” A red haired woman stepped into your field of vision, and you shook your head.
“I’m perfectly fine with this end, please leave me alone.”
“You could get back at those who turned against you.” A woman with tan skin and blue eyes stepped forth, and you shook your head again.
“They’re afraid, and although it’s shitty that I and so many others have died, it’s only human nature to want to destroy the thing that terrifies you.” It was getting hard to keep your eyes open. You’re going to die here, and that’s alright.
“Ah, you’re a true soldier, aren’t you? How very honourable.” With that, you passed out.
-
When you woke up, you were surprised. Surprised that you were still alive. After you figured out that you were still breathing, you became angry. I told them to let me die!
You looked down at your hands, and sighed in relief. You didn’t lose your fingers, that’s good. Then you moved your blanket, which showed you you still have your toes as well. Much to your shock, your broken legs were set, and held in makeshift casts of wooden poles and bandages.
Where the hell am I?
Once everything was accounted for, someone walked into the room. It was the orange haired woman from before. When she saw that you were awake, she gave you a happy grin.
“You’re awake! That’s good. How’re you feeling?” You looked at her hands, and saw that she was carrying a platter with a water vase, a glass and a towel.
“I feel terrible, thanks for asking.” She laughed at that, and set the platter on the nightstand beside the bed.
“Well, I’d assume so. Do you feel anything besides pain and fatigue?” You shook your head.
“Not really, but who are you? And why am I here?” The woman patted you on the shoulder, and moved your hips towards the edge of the bed, causing you to hiss in pain.
“I’m Lenore, and you’re here because we wanted you to be. Now, be prepared, this may hurt a bit.” She, Lenore, then picked you up. You hastily wrapped your arms around her neck as she held you bridal style.
“W-what’re you-“
“I’m taking you downstairs. You’ve been asleep for almost three weeks, and we all weren’t sure if you’d make it. So, now I’m taking you to the bathroom.”
“I-okay.” You allowed her to take you without hassle, and she sat you in the bathtub. Once you were settled, she turned around to give you privacy.
“Please strip, and I’ll run you a bath.” The nightdress you were in was easy to slip off, and to your chagrin, you noticed you didn’t have any undergarments.
“Okay, you can turn around now.” You had hunched over, trying to hide your body as much as you could. She gave you a cheeky smile, and patted you on your bare back.
“There’s no need to be shy, we’re both girls here.” Nodding, you averted your eyes as she started to fill the tub with water.
Once filled, she handed you a bar of soap, “Go ahead, I’ll leave you alone now.”
You took your time in the bath, trying to wash off as much grime as possible. If what she said was true, you’d just been sitting in filth for a long time. Disgusting.
When you were done, you called for Lenore, and she helped you out of the tub. After you got back into your room, you were handed a new nightdress, which you quickly put on.
“Alright, I’ll go fetch your dinner.”
-
This was your routine for six more weeks. It seemed never ending, and you were ready to throw yourself off the balcony.
“Here we are! You no longer need these casts, isn’t that exciting?” You nodded and smiled, hoping this would be the end of your suffering.
“You bet it is. Am I able to walk now?” She giggled and shook her head.
“I’m not sure, but we can see in a moment.” Lenore reached out a hand, and helped you move to the end of the mattress. You placed your feet on the floor, and stood up slowly. Your legs were shaking, and your core seemed off center.
Taking a step forward, you almost fell, but tightened your grip on your caretaker’s arm. She hoisted you up, and helped you continue walking around the room.
“This is good! You may not be very strong right now, but we’ll get you back to where you need to be. I’m not sure I can take care of you anymore, but I’ll be sure to have one of my sister’s help.” You looked at her like she just stabbed you in the chest.
“Wh-what? But how do I know-“
“There’s no need to worry. They’re all competent. I just have other business to tend to, I hope you understand.” You signed in defeat, and she helped you sit down once more, “I’ll make sure one of them comes to help you at least three times a day, okay? They’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”
“Alright, I trust you.”
-
You shouldn’t have trusted her. The sister that came to help you was the biggest bitch you’d ever seen, and she didn’t seem keen on helping you.
“Come on soldier, you can get up without my help.” You glared at her and tried to force yourself to stand up, “look at your legs, haha, they’re like a baby lamb’s.”
“I know I may be weak, but once I’m strong again, I’m going to fight you.” The black haired woman guffawed at your claim.
“Whatever you say, tiny human.” Once again, you glared at her.
“I’m not ‘tiny,’ I’m normal sized. It’s not my fault that you’re seven-foot-one-hundred.” A large hand patted you on the shoulder, forcing you back into a sitting position, “what the fuck-“
“You’re so feisty for such weak prey.” You raised an eyebrow at that.
“If I’m only prey, why haven’t you killed me?” She gave a dark chuckle in response.
“I have my reasons.”
-
You’re not quite sure why Striga was your only caretaker. From what you could remember, there were four sisters, so where the hell are the other two? You’d much rather have someone else taking care of you.
“Look at you, you can walk around on your own! How cute, do you want a treat?” Striga was now standing against the far wall of an upstairs corridor, and you were very close to just punching her in the throat (that was the highest you could reach).
“I’m not a pet, I’ve already told you that.” She waved her hand, dismissing your words.
“Yes, yes, I know. But you’re just so adorable, I can’t help but poke fun at you.” You scowl at her, and continue to walk towards the stairs. “Are you sure you’re ready for that? I know you’ve tried a couple times before, but you’re still quite weak.”
“I’m not weak. I’ve been able to walk for a month, and I’ve been doing leg exercises. I’ll be fine.” You made it to the top step before Striga’s large hand stopped you from continuing forward.
“Listen, i'm just making sure-“
“You always belittle me and say I’m weak! I can walk and do things without your help, so buzz off.” She frowned at your words, her green eyes flashing in an unknown emotion.
“I won’t take this behaviour from you. You will listen to what I have to say, (Y/n), because I am doing what’s best for you.” You rolled your eyes.
“Whatever, I know nobody wanted to help me, and since you had nothing else to do, you were stuck with me. I still don’t know why you decided to keep me alive, considering the fact that I’ve only been a burden thus far.” Striga forced you around to face her, a look of anger on her usually beautiful face.
“Don’t say things like that, because they're not true.” You tried to pry her hands off of you, but they stayed put.
“I still don’t even know why I’m here. Is it some cruel joke to you? To keep me alive only to torture me until I die?” A large hand gripped your jaw, and forced you to look her in the eye.
“You’re here because I want you here, so stop worrying.” Grabbing at her wrist, you narrowed your eyes in disbelief.
“Why would you want a mere human? It doesn’t make sense! You might as well just kill-“
“No. We will not speak on this any longer, little soldier. You’re going back to your room.”
-
Striga has made it a point to be with you a lot more, much to your distaste. You were currently changing, and she refused to give you privacy.
“Awe, look how soft you are. Like a loaf of bread.” Yout turned slowly, and you gave her the nastiest look you could muster.
“Fuck off, most of us humans aren’t super muscley or super skinny like you vampires.” You then continued with dressing. A sigh sound from right behind you, making you jump in surprise.
“I’m sorry if I offended you-”
“Just leave me alone.”
-
Things continued like this for the next few weeks.
Striga would say something that pissed you off, and then you’d ignore her. It was clear the large vampire was becoming frustrated, but you didn’t care. After being stuck in a castle for months with bloodsuckers, you’re allowed to be a bit annoyed.
“(Y/n), come downstairs, dinner is ready.” You looked up from your book, to see Lenore. You gave her a pleasant smile, and nodded while setting it aside.
“Alright, I’ll be right there.” You went to the bathroom to wash your hands, before taking the orange haired woman’s arm and walking to the dining room. Only a week ago were you able to go down the stairs, which then allowed you to accompany the four vampires for dinner (much to your surprise).
One thing you noted during the dinners was Striga and Morana(the blue eyed woman)’s relationship. It didn’t really bother you, but Morana made it a point to be quite affectionate with her lover while staring you in the eye. It was weird, but you shrugged it off. You did hang out with Striga a lot (much to your displeasure), so you could only assume this was her way of saying ‘step off.’
You and Lenore stepped into the hallway leading to the dining room, only to be greeted with the angry voices of Morana and Striga. Clearly, they were arguing in the dinette. Great. You could only imagine Carmilla’s amused face.
“Oh dear, those two sure have been on edge lately.” Raising an eyebrow, you looked toward your companion.
“Really? I thought they were getting along fine. Though, I haven’t known them as long as you have.” The red head giggled and patted you on the arm.
“You’re so cute. But, don’t worry about it. All relationships have their ups and downs,” She then looked really excited, “Now that I mention relationships, I remembered something great! You’ll get to meet my lover tonight.”
“Wow, that’s nice. I hope they’re not too bothered by their arguing then.”
By then you were at the dining room doors, and you stepped inside, now able to hear their argument.
“-I’m not angry, don’t be ridiculous! I would never be angry over an insignificant human!” Morana has a finger poked into Striga’s chest, and she looks absolutely irate.
“Oh you’re not angry? Then why the hell are we arguing? I told you the truth over a week ago, and when I wanted to talk about it, you ignored me! How is it my fault that your wrath is festering?” Morana’s eyes flashed a blood red.
“It’s your fault for leading me on! If you knew you had a soulmate, why didn’t you tell me?”
“I thought you were my soulmate! How could I have known my soulmate was a human when we met hundreds of years ago? She wasn’t even alive then!” You and Lenore exchanged a worried look, and in that time, Morana noticed the two of you had entered the room. Her glower was now directed toward you.
“You bitch! Ever since you came here my life has gone to shit!” She took a step in your direction, making you flinch back into a shocked Lenore, “I’m going to kill you!” Morana then lunged for you, and you barely got your arms up in time to stop her sharp claws. They stabbed into you harshly, causing you to yelp helplessly.
‘What the hell did I do to you? I’m just breathing!” She dislodged her fingers from your flesh, and made a move to rip out your heart.
“You stole the love of my life!” Before Morana could make her final blow, she was stopped by a hulking figure.
“Enough. You keep your hands away from her. I know you’re furious, but I’d rather you get angry with me. I’m the one who couldn’t keep my promise, and I’m the one who hurt you. Let’s settle this away from everyone else.” Striga then hauled a seething Morana from the room, leaving you bleeding, and everyone else confused.
The grey haired man you saw in the dungeon gazed at you in mild interest, “Well, that was something, wasn’t it?”
The four of you (minus the vexed couple) ate, and you tried to befriend your friend(Lenore is your friend, right?)’s boyfriend.
-
You avoided Striga and Morana like the plague. You really didn’t want to ignite Morana’s rage, and that meant not even looking in Striga’s direction. This meant that dinners were really awkward and awful.
The entire situation irked you. You were never one to evade a problem, you were a captain for God’s sake! Yet, here you were, pussying out. If your boys could see you, they’d be ashamed.
You changed your entire schedule, and now slept during the night. During the day you’d peruse the garden, read, and pretend you weren’t in the situation you were currently in. Lenore would send you concerned looks from across the dinner table whenever you’d excuse yourself to sleep. Isolation isn’t the answer, but it sure made things easier.
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“Why are you avoiding me?”
You glanced up and made eye contact with the green eyed woman, and sighed. You closed your open book, and set it aside. Currently, you were in the library, basking in the sunlight on a window bench. Striga was in a dark part of the room, trying to shield her eyes from the sun’s harsh rays. Taking that into consideration, you turned around and closed the curtains.
“Why does that matter?” She sent you a ‘are you serious?’ look, “Fine, if you really must know, I’m trying not to be killed by your significant other.” The tall woman ran a hand through her unruly locks, and rolled her eyes.
“Is that really why you’re ignoring me? If that’s the issue, you don’t need to worry. We both decided-”
“I’ll tell you what I’ve always told my troops, ‘I don’t care about your relations, just keep me out of it.’” With that, you grabbed your book, and opened it to the page you were previously on.
One second you had the book in your hands, and the next it was launched across the room.
“You’re acting like a brat.” Looking up, you noted Striga was now right in front of you.
“How am I acting like a brat? I’m trying to stay out of your business!” Her sizable hand grabbed your wrist and yanked you to your feet. The both of you were pretty much chest to chest.
“My business? I can’t tell if you’re oblivious or just stupid.” She leaned in close to your face, green eyes flashing, “Of course you’re involved! Morana doesn't hate you for no reason, it’s because we’re soulmates.” You tried to force her hand off of you.
“Get off me! I’m not your soulmate, because they don't exist!” That made Striga’s grip tighten, and a look of anguish crossed her face.
“Don’t say that-”
“No! I refuse to be caught up in your wavering faithfulness-”
“I can’t help that our soul’s are bound-”
“I don’t care, I don’t want anything to do with you.” Once the words left your lips, you were forced onto a couch in the center of the room. The black haired woman had both of your wrists pressed to the seat cushion, and was leaning over your smaller form.
“Don’t test me, little one. I won’t allow you to disrespect me, so you better watch your tone. Now, you’re going to listen to what I have to say; we are soulmates. You may not feel anything towards me, but I feel the bond with you. We’re made for eachother, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.” You tried to rip your wrists from her hold, but with her vampire strength, she held steady.
“Get off of me. If you can’t tell, I don’t want you. You constantly, whether you know it or not, poke fun at me for anything I do, you already have a significant other, and you’re a vampire. This will never work out, so please respect that.” Striga stared at you for a moment, before a smirk settled on her lips.
“So, you don’t think I’m ugly?” Glaring, you kneed her in the chest.
“Fuck off, and let me go.” Sighing in mock defeat, Striga nodded.
“Alright, I will… if you can get out of my hold.” You crinkle your brow in confusion.
“Wha-” Striga then pulled you into a bear hug, settled on her lap.
“If you can get out of my hold in the next five minutes, I’ll let you go.” You thrashed your body around, trying to struggle out of her hold.
“That’s not fair! You have vampire strength and I’ve been crippled-” Striga’s mouth moved next to your ear, and she chuckled.
“Giving up already? This isn’t the captain I remember! Where’s your determination? Where’s your drive to win? You never turned back from a challenge, even if you were overwhelmed by Dracula’s soldiers.” That made you freeze, you were right that they were watching you.
“You-you were watching me. I knew it. I knew it! You probably even wrote those letters-” Striga’s monstrous hand loosely wrapped around your throat, stopping you from continuing your rant.
“Don’t use that tone with me. I know that this is shocking for you, but you now understand. You’re my soulmate, I couldn’t allow you to help those humans and get hurt because of it. You belong here, and unless you can break free from my hold, this is where you’ll stay.” You felt like the world was turning red.
“You took away everything I cared about! Because of you, I lost my boys, and I lost my career. I loved being a captain-”
“And you’ll love it here, with me. So, are you going to try to get out of my hold, or are you going to give up?” You didn’t bother answering, and you started to struggle once more. You tried every move you could remember from your training, but you just didn’t have enough strength. So, out of desperation, you noticed a pillow next to you. Without thinking, you chucked it towards the curtains, allowing sunlight to stream into the room, directly onto Striga. She let out a pained grunt, and accidentally set you free.
You took that opportunity, and hauled ass out of the room.
“(Y/n), come back here! That was a dishonourable tactic-” You knew the green eyed girl was fast, even with her muscled frame, and you continued running until you made it outside.
It was now summer, which was the perfect weather to run the fuck away. Your bare feet sunk into the grass beneath you as you ran towards the woods. By this point, your body was begging you to stop, but you kept going. If being out of shape didn’t stop you from getting into the service, it wouldn’t stop you from escaping a crazy vampire.
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You made it pretty far into the forest when you decided to take a breather. It was midday, so you knew that you had at least four hours to get as far away as you could. Vampires weren’t able to go out during the day, which was a blessing and a curse. If you were caught, you’d never see the sun again. But, if you got away, you’d bathe in its glory for the rest of your days (though, that was a stretch, because you'd have to stay up all night to ensure you don’t get caught by Striga again).
Once you stretched and regained your breath, you started walking. Your eyes stayed on the ground, making sure you didn’t step on anything sharp. If they could smell your blood, it would be easier for them to find you.
If it weren’t for your current situation, you’d say your surroundings were quite beautiful. The forest was quiet, peaceful. Wait. The forest was quiet. That was not a good sign.
You scanned the ground for a large rock, and once you found one, you picked it up, and gripped it like a life line. Whatever predator was with you would not kill you so easily. So, you continued walking, senses on high alert.
This went on for hours. You jumped at every noise, and constantly looked over your shoulder. The sky was becoming darker, and it felt like you didn’t get very far. Swearing under your breath, you picked up your pace. From what you could see, there were lights in the distance, meaning there was life. Humans. A grin broke out on your face, and you started to run.
Your shaky legs knocked together, almost causing you to fall over. Yet, you held strong. You were one hundred feet away from the tree line, when you were tackled to the ground. A hand was wrapped around your mouth, stopping you from screaming. You tried to buck the person off of you with your hips, but they stayed firm.
“What you did earlier wasn’t very nice, (Y/n). For the past couple hours, I’ve been thinking about your punishment. Did you know that? I think you do, because you ran pretty far. I’m sure you’re sore, my poor, soft baby.” Striga’s baby talk scared you quite a bit. You could tell she was barely keeping her composure.
“Pl-please-”
“‘Pl-please’? You sound so hopeless and scared. I’m not going to hurt you too much, but I have to make sure you learned your lesson. So, be a good girl and let me take you home.” With that, Striga hauled you up and into her arms, and then sped back to the castle. The colours of the forest swirled together, and you felt quite disoriented.
Once inside, she didn’t stop moving, and continued to an unfamiliar part of the castle.
“Where are we going?” You felt quite small cradled in her arms, and it was putting you on edge.
“You’ll see.” That wasn’t reassuring.
The sturdy woman stalked up to a large door, and kicked it open. She tossed you onto a large bed, before closing and locking the only exit. You sat up on your forearms, and looked up at her in fear. That made her leer in glee.
“Look at you, so cute and innocent looking. My little soulmate will be the death of me.” Striga sauntered over to your slumped form, and held your face in her hands affectionately, “Now, do you want to hear what your punishment is?” You paled slightly, and didn’t answer. She frowned slightly, “Don’t be like that, I don’t wish to make this worse than it has to be.” After weighing your options, you decided on the lesser evil.
“What’s my punishment?” She patted your head lightly, and stepped away, unclipping her cape and tossing it elsewhere.
“Strip.” You gaped at her like a fish, and shook your head, causing her to raise an eyebrow. “No? I don’t think you’re in the position to say no. I won’t repeat myself again, human, strip.” Tears filled your eyes, but your shaky hands grabbed the skirt of your dress, and pulled it over your head. You now stood in your under dress, eyes averted. Your chin was grabbed, and you were forced to look at Striga, “Don’t be shy,” she yanked on your undergarment with her free hand, “this too.”
You took it off, and tried to cover yourself as much as you could. A laugh sounded from your domineering soulmate, and she sat next to you. Striga patted her lap, motioning for you to sit on one of her burly thighs. It was an uncomfortable feeling, but you continued to be submissive. You weren’t strong enough to say no. Striga reached a hand behind your head, and forced your neck towards her.
“I won’t make this pleasant for you.” Without warning, she sank her teeth in deep, causing you to let out a scream.
Hey friend! Hope all is well! Can I request Hector, Alucard and Striga (if you write for her) with an s/o who's really into true crime? Thank you!
Hector
Literally handles dead bodies for a living. So he’s not too freaked out about it
I like to consider Hector a man of both science & magic. So he would be very fascinated in what you know on the topic
Would probably use your knowledge to find the best specimens for night creatures
This man was stabbed, and organs removed post mortem. Decent candidate. While this person seemed to have been dry drowned by what one would have to assume was a church sanction homicide. Winner.
Depending on which side of the true crime’s fence you’re on (meaning you’re more of a practitioner than just a scholar) may lean on your skills as a specimen collector in building his army
Thinks it’s really cute when you discuss coagulation & hypoxic shock. Your nose gets the most adorable little crinkle.
Alucard
His mother was a woman of science. His father a brilliant tactician in anatomy knowledge. So it’s not weird to him
He certainly hopes you use your knowledge for good though
Investigating crimes in the human world. Or using the information to track & decipher night creature types and movement
Would lend you all the books in the castle and Belmont hold on the subject to fuel your knowledge and curiosity
Listens to your endearing rambles as you recount some story in a book you found of a man who’s skin was flayed off 147 time piece by piece before succumbing to what you could only assume was shock
Makes you put the books away for a while after that and focus on some puppies & rainbows for a bit
Striga
Well marked me down as scare and horny...
Ok. Maybe not ‘scared’ but definitely interested in your fascination for murder & carnage
I stand by (and stan by) the idea that Striga & Morana get along so well not just because they are two sides of the same coin, but also their mutual love of blood shed. Striga with her brute force slaying. Morana with her intricate way of making it last.
A partner who knows how many pound per square inch it takes to sever an artery is of little use to her if she just crushes their skull it. But appreciates the information.
More interested in, and fascinated by, true crime clean up
How to Get Away with Murder by cleaning up the evidence is a useful skill and one she can respect as an art.
