#lenector castlevania

[crimsonbastard]

I made you into My Pet PT - 3 Finale

Basically the continuation of Part 3 since I surpassed the word limit.

Explicit Sex Warning

"I presume there's a very disturbing reason behind that which I'll regret asking," he quipped.

Lenore liked his genuine sarcastic replies. It had a special kind of allure to it. She loved their little banters. A spark that allured her. Like a moth drawn to a flame.

"Ugh, silly ,” she scoffed merrily. “Look: The black and the red, the night and the blood. These are the things that bind us together. The rings are a sign of loyalty to each other.”

“That’s actually…well, nice seems like the wrong word,” he chuckled, seemingly to take genuine interest in Lenore's dynamic with her sisters, despite him hiding it.

"It is nice," she affirmed.

"It's a different facet of you all. I suppose. Like this book"

"Oh?"

“Yes. It‘s a magical work, but it’s also…how do you describe it? Vampire philosophy. It’s fascinating,” Hector continued.

He was ever so subtly gushing. Lenore found it adorable how immersed in the subject he was.

“So now we’re not all monsters?” she quipped back. Meeting the one he dished out earlier.

"I didn't say that," he shot back, albeit playfully. An amused smirk forming in his face.

Never was there a human that Lenore found so adorable until now, until Hector. She was gushing with an excitment of her own. She has him right where she wants. She just needs to give him another little push and he'll be hers. She was ecstatic, like a predator about to grasp it's prey in her jaws.

"Go on. Admit it," she purred. She wanted him to admit that she wasn't some cruel callous monster. That he actually desired her.

“I admit there seems to be more depth to…what would you call it, vampire culture, than I thought,” Hector replied, his voice dipped in sass as he warmly smiled.

Teasing her. Oh he should know better than that. This pretty little human in a box, hung deliciously in front of her, like a delightful piece of meat primmed for devouring. If she hand any trace hesitation left it was non-existent now. Lenore knew she would bed this man tonight. She was hoping that he had already formed questions regarding the quilt she brought with her tonight. Her intentions for it, and with him.

“There are ideas about physical presence in the world, the importance of soil and landscape and being.” He paused to let out a hasty laugh. “I mean, actual philosophy. Amazing.”

So adorable, right where she wants him.

Lenore cooled herself. She couldn't falter now. Not when she's right at the precipice of devouring her sexy prey. She coolly stood up and glid over to the straw-bed, graciously spreading the quilt over it and plopped on it.

“Well, good. Then I have a philosophical question for you.”

Hector scooted his chair around to face her. The scrapping of the chair on the floor echoed around the stone walls. He suddenly grew more serious, a sense of curiosity upon him as he hid the eagerness surrounding her proposal.

"Alright," he said quietly, as if steeling himself.

“It’s… hard to do diplomacy when the other person is in a cage,” Lenore began. 

Her regretful wasn't a farce. She did in fact regret that an underrated gem like Hector was wasted away in this cell. He had talent, it just needed to be brought up, nurtured and not forcibly thrashed out.

"I can't disagree"

Lenore continued with purpose, her eyes narrowed down, still regretful for the man before her: “Diplomacy is compromise. I get something, you get something. Neither of us get everything we want, but we both leave happy.”

"You have my attention"

But you …you don’t even get to leave! You haven’t got anything. I have all the power, and you’re a pretty man in a box,” she calmly stated. She didn't had to lie anything with what she just said right now.

Hector was instantaneously hooked on the part of the sentence that Lenore wanted him to get affixed on.

"I'm....pretty?" He was taken aback. His dumbfounded look was both endearing yet it was also quite sad.

Tsk. He doesn't even know how good of a gem he his. Such a shame that he can't see his own value. His talents, his beauty, cruelly getting wasted by life's callousness.

“It just…doesn’t seem fair,” she continued confidently, ignoring Hector’s reaction at her compliment. 

“What’s happening?” Hector asked in further confusion. He was lost now. What vantage he had in this discourse was now lost as he found himself drowning in that one single compliment. 

“I’ve been awake all day, thinking about it. You, down here,” she mused aloud sadly. 

Indeed, he was right where she wanted him. 

“What’s the question, Lenore?” he demanded, his voice growing sharper and more suspicious. His face, showing hints of growing apprehensiveness.

Hector may have been naïve, but he wasn’t stupid. It was yet another thing that she liked about him so much. 

“What do you want?” she asked firmly. 

“I want to be let out.” His voice remained sharp and demanding. 

“I know, that’s all I can think of. That’s the only thing I can do for you.”

“But you’re not just going to let me out.” An edge of bitterness came with statement. But there was also a hint of sadness. As if he was cruelly reminded of his current position. No matter how nicely Lenore treated him, he was still her prisoner.

But she could work with that. 

“Well…no. I’m loyal to my sisters. To just fling open the door and say ‘Fly, be free, pretty human boy,’ that…That would be a direct betrayal,” she stated concisely. Honestly. 

A heavy pause hung in the air. 

“Come sit down,” Lenore prompted softly, gently patting the spot on the quilt next to her. 

Hector seemed to contemplate this for a few seconds, perhaps somewhat hesitantly, but then he obliged her. Just as he sat down, she grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers together.

Lenore let out a slight giggle and playfully teased: “Also, you’d survive less than a day on your own.”

“That’s not true. Well, okay, that’s completely true and I would die almost immediately,” Hector retorted, his voice regaining it's playful and happy tone.

Yes. This was perfect. 

Lenore laughed more freely this time, truly enjoying his company, and leaned in to kiss his cheek. She let herself blush as she pulled back. His skin was warm and so alluring. She could hear his heart speed up at the contact. He definitely wanted her, and she let herself remember how he looked naked. How his blood tasted. So insanely delicious on both counts. 

“You only have one advantage in this whole negotiation,” she told him happily. 

“I’m not sure it’s an advantage.”

She let another brief pause hang in the air, ramping up to another little truth she’d slip him. One that would lodge itself in his brain forever and override all sense of logic. 

“I like you.”

Her voice was smooth like wine again, and Hector felt his heart practically explode. All these feelings he’d started having for her were indeed reciprocated! It seemed too good to be true. 

“Uh…That wasn’t what I was expecting to hear,” he stated, not even bothering to hide his surprise. 

“Well, what did you think your advantage was?” Lenore asked playfully. 

“You want me to do my human magic to give Carmilla an army of monsters.”

“Oh, that…” she began, her voice as sultry as ever. “I was eavesdropping on Morana and Striga during the day. They can buy mercenaries to fill out the army.”

Hector was utterly confused now. “I don’t understand. Carmilla’s given up?”

“She gets distracted. She calls it ‘the burden of genius.’ We could run out on her this morning and she wouldn’t notice for days,” Lenore announced confidently. She paused to cup his face, and Hector felt himself becoming hot all over as she said the next few sentences: “I’m loyal to my sisters. But what we’re doing is wrong. We could just leave, Hector. If you want to be with me.”

Ting

Hector didn't know what to do. His heartbeat thumping with excitment. He begrudgingly admitted to himself that he liked Lenore. He imagined himself with her many a night. But the revelation that she liked him back put a full stop to all of his thought processes. It overrided his logic as he stared into those beckoning jewels of fine Rubies that were her irises. His mind giving it out all sorts of signals but none of them told him to get away.

Lenore relished the look on the man before her. He was lost. His mind short-circuited with the truth she let slip. He looked like a lamb, a lamb for her to devour, she mused delectably. There was no going back for him after this.

She pulled him down, tugging his silver locks as she kissed him passionately. She tasted better than She smelled. His heart exploded with joy, this was the first time that someone wanted him, desired him. He almost burst into tears as he eagerly returned the passion.

The next thing he knew, she was removing his shirt off. Tracing her dainty fingers and nails down, on the line between his chiseled chest and abdomen, all the while looking at his body lustfully. Hector didn't know he was a man dying of thirst until someone gave him water, he didn't realise how good it felt to be wanted by a beautiful, intriguing woman. But no other women he had seen before could hold a candle to beautiful intriguing Lenore, the Vampire Queen.

He was now undressing her now. Gently pulling down her panties, down her long slender legs, down her sexy stockings. To his excitment he saw the glistening of her underwear, delighted that she shared the same excitement to take him in her. He had imagined this plenty of times. But to actually make love to her, to actually be inside her was more glorious than any fantasy his mind could come up with.

He followed the gentle lead of her hands. Following them to the letter, eager to please her. He placed gentle kisses on her neck, to her perfect breasts, to her taut stomach, down the insides of her thighs, all the way to her vagina, eventually making his way to her clit. He lapped his tongue on her sweet little bud away, enthusiastically licking it in rhythmic motions, acclimating to her folds. He licked away as if she was the only source of his nourishment, a thought he came to delight in as he felt her get wetter down there. He greedily licked up all of her juices.

Lenore threw her head back, whispering his name in ecstacy as she angled his head right where she wanted him, "God Hector," he was definitely trainable.

He licked away as if there was no tommorow. Eager to please his Queen. He licked up more of her wetness until she nudged him back up.

She tugged his hair again, towards her to give him a quick kiss. He was doing so good, passing her little test with flying colors. He proved himself to be orally gifted. Now it was time for her to see how he would do with his dick.

He was now Inside her. And she felt glorious. He felt pure, unadulterated ecstacy. His thigs enthusiastically crashing against hers, matching her rhythm, his member sliding in and out of her sent jolts of adrenaline throughout his body, making him crave her touch even more.

Dripping in sweat both lovers were white hot. Panting against eachothers temples as they kissed and felt up eachothers bodies. He was perfect. Lenore internally exclaimed, so eager to please, so needy for her touch. She licked his neck, gradually making her way to his Adam's apple, and his jugular. She teased him by brushing her fangs against the underside of his jaw as she delicately nibbled his ear. Her hands, gliding over his arms, to his shoulders, eventually making it's way to his ass.

His hands grasped against her thighs as he thrust with intent, delightfully crashing against her hips as he panted. She allowed him to pull her dress down, letting him savour her voluptuous breasts as his tongue swirled around her nipple, sucking it like scripture, sending jolts of pleasure throughout her chest.

This was better than any pleasure he had experienced in his meagre life. This was better than any other luxury he would ever have in the future. Her pussy clutching his cock rapturously. He needed to release, but he steeled himself. He needed to hold out. He needed to hold out for as long she wanted.

She was his saviour after all.

Lenore was sky high, her cheeks flushed with red as she brought Hector in for a quick kiss, she stared into his eyes. The love and adoration he delivered fueled her intensely. She knew he was inexperienced in sex- but he wasn't doing a bad job as he was en route to giving her a second orgasm. His eagerness to please her, to heed every syllable that escaped her lips far outweighed any cons that were now insignificant. Most of all, he proved himself to be trainable. His skill just needed honing.

Hector thrusted away as if there was no tommorow. She dictated his pace, making sure he hit that sweet spot just right. He lost himself inside her. He wanted to stay like this for eternity, pleasing her and earning her praises. Her whispers of his name were his reward. He felt her arms glide towards his chest, eventually cupping his face as she brought him in. Aquamarine Eyes met Irises of Pristine Rubies. They were drunk, on eachother.

"Will you come with me?" Her voice, silky like fine wine, beckoning him to give in to her.

"Yes, yes," he whimpered.

"Be mine," she tugged him closer, their temples pressing against eachother.

"Tell me you're mine," she tugged his locks harder. Their lips, just inches apart from tasting eachother again.

"Yes, I'm yours," he panted. It didn't matter what she was asking of him. He would gladly kiss Carmilla's boots for her if she asked of him.

"Tell me you belong to me," she whispered against his ear, her sultry voice enscapulating him into a deeper level ecstacy that he could ever imagine.

I belong to you. I'm yours. Now and forever. My skills, my body, my soul, my blood, they all belong to you my queen.

He couldn't whimper those thoughts out loud into the world. His mind was too far gone to execute coherent sentences.

"I belong to you," he groaned raspily.

"Be loyal to me. Please," her thumb cupped his lower lip followed by her arm gliding over to his left arm. Hector wanted to answer then and there, he didn't want to keep his queen waiting. He panted. Catching his breath.

"Say it," Lenore moaned as she threw her head back. "Please," her sultry voice reverbated in Hector's ears. Her arm gliding over his left forearm.

"Please. Hector," she moaned, a pleading look in her eyes. Hector hated to make her wait. He mustered his mind to form one coherent sentence.

"I will be loyal to you!" He groaned.

Ting

The pain that followed was far too fresh for Hector to forget as he stepped back to watch his creation come to life.This was the last body of the night that he breathed new life into. A Minotaur like monster rose from the altar. Huffing the cold air. He soothed it by gently placing his left hand on it. The hand where the ring rested, it suddenly singed at the contact, reminding the forgemaster that the creature’s loyalty wasn't exclusive to him anymore. He commanded it to join the others as it got escorted out of the room by a pair of guards into the night.

"I'll be loyal to you"

He truly was fate's favourite plaything if he cringed at his own words. He pledged his loyalty to Lenore as she placed the ring on him. The verbal affirmation was all that was needed for the ring to activate and send searing pain throughout it's body as it imbued it's magic deep In him, deep In his blood. He felt he was getting stabbed with a thousand burning knives all at once as he untangled from her, putting an abrupt end to their tryst.

Lenore later paraded him around the council room, in front her sisters. Proud of herself for securing his Loyalty and Styrias future. Familiar voices plagued his head again as he was cleaning up.

"The house would need a really big bed.Turns out he's actually fairly good at sex and I want to train him"

"Shush the real people are talking"

Vampires are the superior species. But they weren't pure. They aren't simply predators who just follow their nature, to hunt and devour. They were Humans once. And like Humans, they were capable of things worse than betrayal.

[dangerousbride]

New collar 🦇🤭 || (Puppy and his mistress 💓)

[lenectorismylife]

[sapphiremaven]

Looking through the veil

[gilrond]

Lenore and Hector stained glass commission with @tofudomination and RoyalAmaranth made by wonderful Breadsticc. Inspired by Beauty and the Beast stained glass art.

[beevean]

A more fleshed out idea of how I would have ended the Lenector story in the most balanced way I can think of.

Lenore is Hector's prisoner, as per canon. He still treats her as nothing happened, like a good friend, but Lenore is sulking and angry and not even bothering to keep up the façade like Hector used to do in her position. It's unfair, after she treated him as her only confidant, and she couldn't care less, that's what the traitor gets. Hector thinks he should be happy, to have reversed the roles on her... but he isn't. Unlike Lenore, power over another person doesn't satisfy him. He can't help but see her as a depressed animal in a cage... much like he used to be.

He wanted to protect her, he really did, but only now he's seeing how much hurt he caused her. Much like she said she meant to do with the ring, although to this day he doesn't know if it was a lie or the truth. There is no joy in inflicting her the same fate she inflicted upon him, even if it comes from a place of well-meaning and not selfishness. He has seen what that kind of "eye for an eye" mentality brings to the world, and he wants none of it.

So, he finally takes a decision for himself, and repays the one debt he has with her. He helps her flee from the castle. He is, for the first time, showing empathy to a person and not an animal.

(I don't even think Isaac needs to be kept in the dark. Lenore on her own is harmless, nothing like Carmilla who became a danger to the world. Hector and Lenore are dangerous tools in the wrong hands, but they lack the ambition that makes them solid threats, as they are mostly concerned with feeling safe. If Isaac truly wants to do good to everyone, he has no reason to keep Lenore as a prisoner, not even to force her to work for him. Same for Hector, since the two might have "forgiven" each other, but they have no relationship whatsoever. Perhaps him heeding Hector's request could show more how compassionate he has truly grown.)

Lenore is confused as to why, and Hector more or less explains that he couldn't bear watching her drinking herself into a stupor. Lenore snaps, and yells at him that he has no right to feeling sorry for her after what he has done, after going behind her back, after ruining her life... and is promptly shot down by Hector flashing his mutilated hand. Every ounce of ire Lenore directs at Hector is actually directed at herself, and they both know it. She is deeply regretting everything she did for the sake of people that didn't even respect her, she is just too proud to apologize. And her pride, her insecurity, her need to be the one in control, was what prevented her from truly being the good person she wanted to be. The very reason Hector wasn't happy with her despite her best efforts, and destroyed her life.

She really thought something so paltry as a slave ring would tame the human spirit. She really thought humans, like vampires, would care more about safety than freedom. For a diplomat who set herself to bridge humankind and vampirekind, she let her basic instincts get the better of her.

"Why didn't you just kill me back then?" she yells, attacks, it feels so good to blame Hector rather than herself. "At least I wouldn't have known how little I matter to you!"

(He had considered it, as his stump was bleeding all over the floor, his freedom painfully regained. That now Hector was free to hurt those who had hurt him. But what would be the point? He is so tired of needless death.)

(More selfishly, he still needed Lenore as an anchor to not feel alone or lost. Isaac may have forgiven him, but that doesn't make them friends.)

"I'm no longer that child," Hector responds. "I'm no longer the boy who believes to have the right to punish others. Besides, shouldn't you know the desire to spare someone's life no matter what?"

They had never breached that subject again, not after Lenore dismissed it in a fit of denial. It still weighs on her. He can no longer care.

"All this time," Hector says at last, "I expected an apology, but I think I don't need it anymore. As much as I don't need you anymore. I'm grateful for your efforts to protect me from your sisters' ire, so now I'll use them to live for myself. I'm sorry it had to be this way."

He holds no grudges anymore, and he has genuinely come to appreciate the real Lenore behind her masks and the way she took care of him during the previous six weeks, when the world would have chewed him and spit him out; but at the same time, he can't bear staying with her. She makes him too sad. It reminds him of how low he allowed himself to be brought for the sake of some scraps of love. She reminds him too much of a version of him he doesn't want to be. There are too many conflicting feelings in him. He can't help but think that, in another life, the two could have been genuine friends, if not more... but not this one. Too much baggage, too much shared misery. He is done with it. No more will he seek safety and love in other people, as if he wasn't strong enough. He deserves better.

Lenore doesn't know what to think anymore. She wants to die so badly, she is almost tempted to not hide herself from the sun: she can't concieve her existence as nothing more than a black hole, unworthy of living. She is nothing more than a disgusting monster doomed to spread misery to the world, she thinks, and she should die like one. She has nothing left, no allies, no home, and the one person she fell in love with is pulling away from her, and she can't bear being abandoned, and she completely understands why he's doing so. At the same time, however... Hector too has nothing left, and yet he wants to live. After everything he went through, after himself desiring death at Isaac's hand, he wants to experience real life, not survival like he has done since he was born. Lenore pretended to praise his strength when she was manipulating him, but now she has come to genuinely admire that trait. Can she, a vampire used to nothing but comfort, be as strong as a human being?

She wants to ask Hector if he thinks she's a good person. A glance at his mutilated hand answers her more than any word could. Lenore, all this time, had no idea what being "good" meant, she was only good at putting up a façade of gentleness, and she thought it was enough. All this time, she behaved like a vampire pretending to be human... so now, she will learn from the best human she has ever met. The best person. The only one who saw her as a person as well, behind her masks, behind her usefulness.

Even if Hector is now walking towards the dawn, with nothing but his resolution. For the first time, he will live for him, for himself.

They will never meet again, but in a twisted way, they gave each other what they needed to grow.

[woodchipp]

Netflixvania's Lenore and OMORI's Sunny: Why Are They So Similar When They Shouldn't Be?

Sunny is the protagonist of the 2020 game OMORI, a hikikomori who shut himself away from the world after accidentally killing his sister.

Lenore is one of the arc villains of Netflix' Castlevania (2017), a vampire diplomat who at first is sent to manipulate Hector into complacency, but then forms a more equal bond with her slave.

On the surface, Sunny and Lenore should have nothing in common. And yet, somehow, they do.

NOTE: I'm aware those two characters' big crimes (manslaughter and rape by deception, respectively) are not comparable. The point of this post is to document the numerous similarities in their actions and the ways their respective stories frame them - nothing else.

This post mentions such topics as sexual abuse and suicide. Reader discretion is advised.

Lenore deceives Hector into having sex with her by pretending to support his desire to escape the situation he's trapped in, making him trust her on false pretenses; the support Sunny's friends give him is based on a lie he subconcsiously knows about, but doesn't divulge for the sake of covering his ass.

Hector reminds Lenore of the slave ring (a magical binding ring she used as a way to prevent him from fleeing the castle and/or rebelling against his captors), to which she only brushes him off by insinuating he was “having fun" when they had sex and Hector never brings up the subject again; Omori points out that the support Sunny uses to get through the final boss fight is based on the lie that Mari killed herself when Sunny was the one to accidentally kill her, and the game frames his point as unworthy of consideration solely because he’s Sunny’s evil mental illness.

Hector (presumably) makes peace with Lenore's abuse and then allows her to kill herself when she decides she doesn’t want to live anymore; Basil (presumably) makes peace with Sunny before the latter moves away despite Sunny’s abandonment of Basil prior to the game’s events. Both Lenore and Sunny abandon the person they're supposed to care about to the consequences of their own actions - twice, in Sunny's case.

Both Lenore and Sunny's suicides make the act look easy. The former kills herself on a whim and it's framed as romantic (with the show's director, Samuel Deats, outright confirming her death was presented as beautiful "for effect"); the latter’s fate is determined by a single "Yes/No" choice prompt after the final boss fight and the game frames him throwing himself off a roof if you select "No" as a joke by setting the cutscene to a cheery pop song.

Lenore barely shows any care about Hector's mental well-being since she's only concerned about his physical comfort; Sunny only imagines doing something nice for Basil by watering his flowers in Headspace without ever doing anything for him when he has the chance to.

Lenore seeks Hector's company only to complain about her woes; Sunny joins his friends again only because he's about to leave in 3 days.

NFCV's story wants the audience to forgive Lenore since she's sad about feeling useless even though she never does anything substantial to indicate she's changing into a better person; OMORI's story wants the audience to forgive Sunny since he's sad about killing Mari and abandoning his friends even though he never does anything substantial to indicate he's changing into a better person.

Hector's trauma is framed as irrelevant compared to Lenore's whining about how she feels useless; the grief Sunny's friends experienced in the four years before the game's events and are experiencing during said events is practically glossed over in favor of emphasizing how sad Sunny feels.

Lenore's rape by deception is trivialized into her making dick jokes with her victim, the very first scene of them together after her betrayal in the previous season, that is framed as a cute bonding moment; Sunny's manslaughter of Mari is trivialized into him having a nice picnic with his friends in front of her grave, a wholesome scene that ignores how he is sitting near the grave of the loved one he killed with his own hands, surrounded with his unaware friends, without as much as a hint of guilt (which could've been easily represented by Something)

As noted by the post's title and its introduction, the fact those two characters have this much in common is baffling and honestly disturbing. I shouldn't be able to compare a 16-year-old teenager to a 200-year-old rapist vampire that easily. That brings me back to the question posed by the title - why are they so similar when they shouldn't be?

The answer's plain and simple - shitty writing. In Lenore's case, the six-week time skip that gets the audience to the point where she and Hector are already besties may have come from NFCV's lead writer, Warren Ellis, being fired from the show following allegations that he molested women, which might've led to its last season being rushed. In Sunny's case, the reason for his failure as a character is thankfully far less horrific - Omocat has made it clear OMORI's emotional impact was their only priority, so it all boils down to them wanting to create the most tragic blorbo to have ever tragically blorbed at the expense of everything else, including the story's other characters and basic common sense.

[allicaj]

Just a (vampire) girl and her dog ♡

PS I hope they comeback fine from their honeymoon in Europe~

[alpaca-clouds]

Summer Spice Updates

Aaaaand, I kinda forgot to share the last few Summer Spice stories here. So, for whom it is of interest, let me quickly correct that.

Limits - Hector/Lenore Urban Fantasy AU - Kinky with safeword use.

Good Use - Greta/Trevor/Sypha/Alucard - Everybody gets to have fun with Trevor.

Trusting - Hector/Isaac - Kinky Trust Exercise

The Sweetest Blood - Dracula/Lisa - Lisa is very stubborn about certain things.

One - Striga/Morana - Just two vampire women being all lovey-dovey.

No Shame - Trevor/Sypha/Alucard - Sypha and Trevor really do not have any shame.

Be Silent - Hector/Lenore Urban Fantasy AU - You know it, just some more kink with those two.

[johaerys-writes]

Another Friday, another fic rec collection! Let's get right into it:

1. baby, you're a dark star by Thesis (Shiro/Keith/Kuron, VLD, E): I spent most of the week reading this fic and um?? It is amazing?? I don't want to say anything else about it because I think it's best if you go in knowing nothing but let me just say I LOVED it and seriously thinking about rereading it immediately haha.

2. Pizzavania by @tofudomination RoyalAmaranth (Hector/Lenore, Castlevania, E): Hector is a broke and socially awkward pizza delivery boy, Lenore is a nice (and very hot) vampire that wants more than pizza. This was hilarious and so cute, I can't wait to read more of this collaboration.

And while I'm at it, let me rec some more of my pals' Lenector writing:

3. Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss Enterprises by @tofudomination : this. This fic has had me in stitches numerous times, I can't even explain to you how funny and clever it is. It takes the CV characters and makes them *worse* while also exploring all those interesting dynamics in such a fun way.

4. Be mine by RoyalAmaranth: this is the softest, most wholesome fic ever, every time I read an update it is like pulling on a warm blanket 🥺 The perfect happy romantic AU these two deserve!!

5. Sweet and Sweeter by @bioplast-hero (Vash the Stampede & Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Trigun Stampede, G): Wolfwood's money gets stuck in a vending machine, Vash shows up to help. This was so freaking sweet, I loved reading about baby Nico meeting Vash way before they'd ever meet in canon (plus the Livio references!!! My heart😭)

[crimsonbastard]

I made you into My Pet

Been a while since I wrote some one-shots (I write them, show it to my smut reading friends but I never posted them on Tumblr or any other website.) This one is about the pairing Hector X Lenore or Lenector for short from the Netflix Castlevania series which is one of my favourites. Despite the Pairing being inherently unhealthy and Problematic I just can't help but become enthralled by the skewed power dynamics, basically I know that its wrong, so its fiction so I enjoy it anyway (for the moral police). I'm open for constructive criticism on this work given that you won't be a hateful waste of space. Enjoy!

PS: I'm a novice at making GIFS so please excuse me.

To read the Next part

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Sick

That's what Hector felt once he exited the council room. Or for the lack of a better word, thats what he felt when he got dragged out of the council room by the woman who viciously betrayed him hours ago, as she led him down the hallway, gently holding his hand as he wobbled along behind her. 

Pangs of nausea circulated throughout his abdomen. His mind on overdrive with the recent overload of information dumped on his already overstimulated mind. He could feel the gears of his head turning as he processed this new batch of information, he felt his temples burning, he thought if this continued further he would see steam rising from his head as he replayed the voices in the council room mere moments ago.

"These are slave rings, one of them found it's way to Hector's hand when he was swearing his loyalty to me"

"Oh my God you've adopted him"

"Turns out he's fairly good at sex and I want to train him"

"Shush the real people are talking"

His breath quickened and his head, hurt and heavy. Thinking was a luxury that he could no longer afford as he felt his legs give out from the icy breeze of Styria's night sky. He fell on his knees. His hands on the ground. His shivers forming clouds in the freezing wind. The torches in the hall way flickered as he tried getting back his bearings. Time and space seemed disjointed as everything around him became immaterial. There was only the aftershocks of the piercing pain he felt a few hours ago, when he foolishly pledged his life away to her.

He wanted to scream, scream his heart out, do something, anything. But all he could do was whimper as the reality of his situation dawned on him. His hands trembled on the cold marble floor in the hallway leading away from the council room, he could see his knuckles get pale as they rested on the white marble, the veins of his hand moving ever so slightly as he shivered. His eyes, so fixated on his shivering hands that they did not register the glint of a small, inconspicuous ring of black and red, resting gently on the ring finger of his left hand.

Slave Ring as Lenore called it. The Instrument of her betrayal, and his damnation. Such a small, unassuming thing. When Lenore visited his cell a few hours ago and beckoned him to join her on the rug that she brought along by patting on the empty space beside her, he never noticed it. It was only when she placed her hand on his and intertwined their fingers was when he saw it. Such a small thing. It was never on her before, during her nightly visits to his cell, thus it was only natural for him to ask.

"I never noticed that ring on your hand before. Is that new?"

"Oh, this small thing? It's a symbol of what binds me and my sisters together. The night and the blood. The four of us wear it"

She playfully showed the Red and Black coils that rested on her finger as she nestled closer to him. Before she changed the topic.

A neat sentiment, he thought. A Kingdom ruled by Four Powerful Vampire Women wearing matching rings, a symbol of their sisterhood and reign. Only for it to come crashing down as the cold hearted truth pertaining to the small insignificant object that now rested on his finger reared it's head in the council room, mere moments ago.

"When Hector forges a Night Creature they're loyal to him. But now, he's bound to me through the magic of these rings. When he makes a Night Creature, they're loyal to him, and he swore his loyalty to me so they're loyal to me too"

"These rings are linked, you wear them and his creatures will be loyal to you too. And if he ever tries to harm us,  take the ring off or tries to run away the ring will cause him so much pain that he would think he shat out his own heart"

Hector was so lost in his hopeless retrospection that he couldn't notice someone's arms gently resting on his shoulders. He could make out dainty fingers tracing the sides of his delts as they rested gently on his clavicle. A woman's hands. And he could only think of one. The one responsible for this brief measure of peace in his hellish imprisonment, and also, the source of his greatest downfall. He could see a small yet regal frame come closer. Dressed in a Dark Shade of Blue, complementing the Styrian snowy sky overlooking the hallway along with a full White Fur Cloak, resting on her shoulders.  He dared himself to look up, what met his gaze was divine.

Her doe eyes with irises of pristine rubies accentuating with the torches flickering in the hallway looked down on him. Her waist length hair, a Fiery Blaze, with two locks falling in front. Her porcelain skin adorned with a slight pink on her cheeks. Her smile-

Her smile, one that exhumed a warm nurturing aura, one of the first things he noticed about her when she visited his cell for the first time. It was so reassuring, it made him be at ease, making him let his gaurd down.

Aquamarine Eyes lost themselves in her gaze as he lost himself in the trance. The flames of rage that he so thoroughly fanned and nurtured in the council room almost died out, leaving an ember of what was once an inferno. Suddenly, he felt cold hands shifting from his shoulders, gently making their way to the underside of his jaw and eventually resting on his cheeks as she looked down upon him.

Vampires were cold, yes. They were a type of an undead. Their hearts didn't beat and they didn't require human food to survive yet they enjoyed it for solely recreational purposes. They needed Human Blood. It was their source of nutrition. The rush of Vitality they get once they taste the copper flow through their throats cannot be matched with any earthly source of sustenance.

Yet her cold touch could still elicit a wave of pleasure through his body. Her mere closing of physical distance between them was enough to make his cheeks flush a deep shade of red. Her thumbs drew circles on his cheeks bones and he felt his heartbeat quicken, pumping blood throughout his body. Especially to his member. He began leaning in to her touch.

Before things could escalate Hector felt the cold touch of Lenore's master ring hugging his cheekbone. He steeled himself yet again. The waning embers of his dying resolve reignited into the inferno that was his fury. His soft eyes narrowed as he grimaced. His features, sharper than ever.

He swatted her hands away from him as he ephemarily got back his bearings. He got back on his feet and instinctively took a few wobbly steps backward, away from her, like a prey backing away from a predator. His mind still reeling from the shock. His breath, shacky. Lenore did nothing. She cocked her head and watched him curiously with her Doll Face.

His voice, now a raspy timbre, shot back.

"You tricked me and made me into your slave!"

The horrific realisation of his fate had now been given a physical existence as he worded them out. The brief control of his body that he regained started slipping again, he wrapped his arms around his stomach as he braced himself. His footing betrayed him again as his legs gave out and he fell on his knees on the cold marble floor yet again.

Lenore, ever so in control, smiled again. It was not a malicious smile. Not the kind that one gives when they best their opponent through deceit and treachery. But the warm, kind smile when you've helped someone out of the goodness of your heart. When you do good for someone because you like them. The kind of smile that made your face radiant, with Warmth and Understanding.

"I did no such thing"

She walked towards Hector's crouched body, with a warm smile and her arms extended.

Hector couldn't see her. He was busy clutching the ring on his left hand. His eyes wide and his breath shakey as the implication of the object that rested on his finger, finally dawned on him. He grabbed a fistful of his own silver locks as his raspy voice announced his defeated realisation of his fate

"You made me your slave! My life is over"

Lenore heard his heart race, the shortening of his breath, as well as the ever so slight tremble of his muscles in tension as his chest rose and fell with each shakey exhale.

She saw him clutching his beautiful silver locks, almost tearing them. She saw his long handsome face drown in a miserable expression as he tried catching his breath. She couldn't bear to see her silly pretty boy having a panic attack over something he had not yet fully understood. She wanted to do nothing but hold him, ease him into this, and make him finally understand that this wasn't damnation. He'll understand, in time. She will patiently make him  understand, as many times if need be. And in time, he will be hers, forever .

"Your life is saved Hector"

Her voice, gently refuting his laments. As she wrapped her arms over his crouched figure. Resting over his shoulders. He hated how at ease he felt. He hated that her touch made him feel relaxed as his heartbeat and his breath returned to normalcy. He felt her left hand traverse his Silver hair as she gently grabbed the back of his head and massaged the scalp. He didn't dare to look up, eyes transfixed on his knees that rested on the white marble.

"In fact I gave you what you really needed"

She spoke again, with a hint of excitement, as if she were to reveal a surprise to him that might somehow make him feel better. Hector felt her other hand gently glide to the underside of his jaw and eventually rest under his chin. Gently nudging him to look up at her and meet her gaze.

He met her. Doe eyes shining, like polished rubies, they sparkled with excitement as she finally unveiled what she planned for him all along, with a voice of suppressed excitement.

"I made you into my Pet!"

[dangerousbride]

She sucked him dry 😳🩸 || (Spicy scene 🔥)

[lenectorismylife]

Honestly this could go either way lol😭

[anna-muse]

Castlevania AMV || Lenore & Hector - Howl

Lenector fans, I've made a little something for y'all! Hope you like it!

[beevean]

Another reason the "wonderful in a vacuum" scene of Lenore choosing to look at Hector in her last seconds of her life doesn't hit as it should, is that the show didn't do what it could have to build up this moment. And I'm not just talking about how Lenore never loved Hector in the first place so her final moment of caring feels mocking.

In S3E6, she says this:

Hector: Daylight can be nice, too. Lenore: I'll take your word for it. Hector: You don't remember daylight? Lenore: Never much cared for it. I was always a night person. Hector: You might be missing something, you know. Only coming out at night. Lenore: Oh, I don't think so. Just look. I can't see how the sun would improve this view.

Now, this is not a bad moment. First of all, it's all part of Lenore's manipulations to make Hector accept to work for them ("Look at this lovely view! Surely you'll want to stay here, won't you?"), and it's a good strategy because while Hector is a human and not afraid of the sun, he's already accustomed to living among creatures of the night. Plus, her preference for the night fits her and her attempted aesthetic of "sad winter princess". And, of course, I doubt they had planned her suicide by sunlight when they wrote S3.

But in S4, the topic never comes up again, when it could have quite nicely. Since Lenore spends the whole season feeling sorry for herself, repeating the information "Carmilla's plan makes me feel useless", for a change she could have snuck in something like this:

"You know, it's funny. I haven't seen the sun in two hundred years. I almost forgot how it looks like... How it would feel for the sunlight to hit my skin without it blistering. The moon has its beauty, of course, but..."

One, this could be a genuine bonding moment between Lenore and Hector. As I pointed out, she only strikes casual conversations with him in S3 for the sake of manipulating him: once she's "solved his problem", she mostly vents about her personal issues, and the only natural, mutually respectful conversation they have is the one about strength and power just before her suicide, which is far too late. Maybe they could talk about what they miss, what they'd like to see... with the added irony that Hector is trapped in that castle so he can't do anything he would like to do, and it's all Lenore's fault to boot. Maybe Hector's lack of concrete answer would not only hint at hidden resentment, but it could foreshadow how he actually didn't think far ahead because he's secretly waiting for Isaac to come and kill him, or that his only plan for the future is to destroy the Council, which he's keeping under wraps; but it would also be nice if he had a dream, like going to see the ocean again. hector in s4 sorely lacks a personality that is not his depressing love for lenore and i would love to fix it

Two, it could be symbolic of Lenore regretting her vampire nature, or perhaps even foreshadowing her flirting with the idea of killing herself if Carmilla's plan comes to fruition, since another criticism is that Lenore decides to kill herself with the same consideration one chooses which dress to wear for the day. Lenore, as her basic concept, wants to be the bridge between humankind and vampirekind, and there are hints of this, such as her makeup that make her look like a living human being (contrast her with Carmilla, who looks like a corpse), her declaration that she enjoys eating food equating it to living a good life, and her insistence to use diplomacy in a culture that thrives on war and conquest, which gives her the reputation of being soft and weak. So, it would make sense for her to, at one point, drop her mask and admit that she misses the human pleasure of the sunlight, maybe even expressing subtle envy that Hector can experience it; the Lenore in S3 was a bundle of lies carefully woven to lower Hector's guard, but now she is fully sincere and open, showing her heart to the one person who would listen to her. It would be cute and sad at the same time if she asked him to describe him what the sun feels like, and Hector gave a wishy-washy answer, because he has never cared about it - or rather, his own humanity, paralleling Lenore in yet another aspect.

Of course, during the same time Hector is taking advantage of Lenore's inability to stand in the daylight to study on his own and plot behind her back, so the scene would be even more tragic. Hector is already benefiting from his own humanity to cause Lenore's downfall.

And three, her final choice would have more weight. Not only, with the added context, Lenore's grief would be more easy to interpret as "no matter how hard I try, I'm a cursed creature doomed to live in misery and spread misery, I'm tired of living in the night" and not "weh i refuse to live in a cage :< sorry hector idc about you i refuse to live if i don't have a shred of power", but also, well. Lenore wanted to see the sun. She has found the courage to see the sun, knowing that it will nor reconnect her with her lost humanity, but it will only lead to her death. And then... at the last moment... she renounces it. Sure, the sun is pretty, much like the moon... but neither of them, in the end, can compare to Hector, who is one of a kind, who, unlike the sun, cared about her. He is the connection to humanity she was looking for. Now it works, after more buildup.

(also it would be much nicer if Lenore melted like Dracula, instead of turning into pretty dust. Show her as the monster she never accepted herself to be.)

Now, this only fix only a fraction of the infinite and immense issues I have with Lenector in S4. It needs to be reworked from the foundations, and I focused too much on Lenore's feelings when the source of my anger is everything surrounding Hector and the sanification of Lenore's actions. But look at how easy it is to build a much more organic chemistry, when you don't waste precious screentime on dick jokes and rape apologism! The building blocks are all here! I'm just so profoundly sad when I see the botched attempt of a good story and it wouldn't have taken much effort to improve it, just respect for your own writing.

[alpaca-clouds]

Kinktober Day 29: Satisfied

Alright, today's one is a bit on the darker side. So please note the warnings, alright?

Prompt: Forced Orgasm

Fandom: Castlevania (Netflix)

Shipping: Hector/Lenore

Lenore tries to convince Hector, that despite everything she cares about him.

⚠️ The sexual stuff in this story is somewhere between dubcon and non-con! Please take care! ⚠️