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iknowwhatilikeperiod · 2 months ago

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Hi, i have not been here for to long and this is my first time writing a story on this platform. This story has been haunting me for quite a while in my creative space, so i though what better way than to share it!

Shadows of the Belmont Legacy

chp. 1

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In the quiet outskirts of the village, nestled between the dense foliage and the towering stones of the Belmont hold, stood a small, unassuming house. Its wooden frame was aged, but the thatch roof remained steadfast, a silent sentinel against the elements. The windows glowed softly with the flicker of candlelight, casting an inviting warmth into the cool evening air. Inside, a young woman with eyes the colour of moonlit ice sat at a round table, her fingers tracing the intricate patterns of an ancient tome. Her name was Geneviève Belmont, and she had the unmistakable features of her lineage—sharp cheekbones, a strong jawline, and hair as dark as the night that surrounded her sanctuary.

Geneviève's eyes darted back and forth, her mind racing as she studied the arcane symbols scattered across the yellowed pages. Her long, graceful hands paused every so often to scribble notes onto a piece of parchment beside her. A soft rustle of feathers broke the silence as Persephone, her devoted crow companion, fluttered in from the open window. The bird's eyes gleamed with a hint of something otherworldly, a reflection of the chaos magic Geneviève had discovered within herself at a tender age.

"Persephone, my dear," Geneviève spoke in a hushed tone, not wanting to disturb the delicate balance of her thoughts. "Keep an eye on Trevor for me, will you?"

The crow cocked its head to the side, as if in question. Geneviève sighed, her gaze lingering on the crow for a moment before returning to her work. "I know you enjoy your independence, but I can't help but worry. We haven't seen each other in such a long time, the whispers of darkness are growing louder."

With a gentle caw, Persephone took flight once more, disappearing into the night. Geneviève watched her go, feeling the weight of her solitude settle back upon her shoulders. She knew her brother was out there, fighting the very shadows that she studied, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for not being by his side. Yet, she had her own battles to wage, her own path to walk. Her studies of chaos magic, though misunderstood by many, were vital to the protection of their family and the world they knew.

The door to the small house creaked open, and a figure stepped in, the light from outside framing them in a halo of dust and moonbeams. Geneviève looked up, her heart racing for a brief second, until she recognized the weary silhouette. It was Trevor, his whip slung over his shoulder, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of danger before finally landing on her.

"Gene," he said, his voice a mix of exhaustion and relief. "It's been too long."

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the years melted away, revealing the bond of siblings who had once been inseparable. Geneviève rose to her feet, a warm smile spreading across her face as she set aside her book. "Trevor, welcome back. I've missed you."

He stepped further into the room, closing the door with a thud that echoed through the house. The candle flames danced in the sudden draft, casting shadows that played upon the walls like ghosts of battles past.

"I've missed you too," he said, his voice gruff. "But I've come for more than just a visit."

Geneviève's smile grew wider, revealing dimples in her cheeks. "Food, bath, and a bed to sleep in?"

"Exactly," Trevor chuckled, his eyes scanning the cozy room filled with books and the faint scent of incense. "And perhaps a little of your wisdom."

She rolled her eyes playfully, gesturing to the pot bubbling over the fire. "You're in luck. I've made stew. And as for wisdom, I'm afraid you're out of it."

They sat together, sharing the simple meal and stories of their adventures since they had last seen each other. Trevor spoke of his battles against the night's creatures, his whip crackling with holy power as he sent them back to the shadows from whence they came. Geneviève listened intently, her eyes sparkling with pride at her brother's bravery. She, in turn, spoke of her studies, her discoveries in their hold.

They enjoyed the comfort of their reunion, the warmth of the fireplace, and the familiarity of their sibling banter.

After the stew was finished, Trevor leaned back in his chair, stretching out his legs. "Your place is as cozy as ever, Gene."

"Thanks to your help in building it," she said with a nod. "It's a good place to retreat and learn."

She stood up and started clearing the table of the dirty plates as trevor studied her for a moment, his gaze softening.

"How has it been..with you know..studying and all?" He asked.

Geneviève took a deep breath, her eyes flicking to the book she had been reading before his arrival. "I've been trying to understand the chaos within me," she admitted. "The more I know, the better I can control it and understand it."

Trevor laughed. "Good luck with the Church; they won't like that, but what can they do more than they have already done."

"Don't be a jackass! It's our magic, our heritage," she countered.

"Uu, what are you going to do? Turn me into a crow? Ooooo," Trevor teased his little sister as before with little remarks.

Geneviève snickered and struck a thinking pose. "Hmm, well, Persephone did seem a bit lonely lately.."

*CAW!*

They both looked over at Persephone who was cawing at them.

Geneviève laughed, understanding her cawing.

"What is she saying? She called me fat something?"

"No, she said that u are already a pain in her butt to watch over; she doesn't want u flying around with her," Gene said, laughing.

"Wooow not even a fucking bird wants anything to do with me"

The room grew quiet, the crackle of the fire and the silent conversation was the only sound between them. Trevor knew she was right, but the thought of his sister embracing the very power that had brought their family so much pain was difficult to accept.

As the night grew late, Trevor retreated to the bed she had prepared for him; after a long bath to scrub away the dirt and grime, the softness of the feather mattress was a welcoming feeling for his beat-up body. It really was a stark contrast to the hard ground he was used to. Soon he was out as a light with Persephone perched on the windowsill, her eyes unblinking as she watched over the slumbering warrior. Geneviève remained at her table, her thoughts racing. The whispers of chaos grew louder in her mind, beckoning her to delve deeper into the forbidden knowledge she had been studying.

The candle flame flickered, casting dancing shadows across the pages of the ancient tome. She could feel the power within her stirring, yearning to be released. But she knew better than to give in to such temptation without understanding the consequences. Carefully, she penned her thoughts and findings, her handwriting neat and precise.

Suddenly, the air grew heavy, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. A chill ran down her spine, and she knew that something was amiss. Persephone squawked loudly, her feathers ruffling as she took to the air.

Geneviève's eyes snapped to the crow, and she saw through her eyes. Trevor, in the throes of a nightmare, thrashed about the bed, his whip clutched tightly in his fist. He muttered incoherently, his face a mask of terror.

With a flick of her wrist, she sent a gentle breeze to caress her brother's face, whispering a calming incantation. Trevor's breathing evened out, and his grip on the whip loosened. Geneviève sighed in relief, watching over him for a few more moments before returning her focus to her studies.

The night was still; the only sound was the rhythmic tick of the grandfather clock in the corner. The candle wax pooled around the wick, casting a soft glow that illuminated the pages of the book.

After another hour of studying. Geneviève, with a firm resolve, closed the book, sealing away the whispers of chaos for the night, deciding it was enough for tonight. She walked over to her room and got in bed. Closing her eyes as sleep overtook her.

As the morning sun approached, Trevor stirred, his eyes opening to the light of a new day. He sat up, stretching his muscles and looking around the room with a sense of peace that had eluded him for so long; walking downstairs, he was met by the sight of Gene at the table with, as always, her nose deep in a book.

Geneviève looked up from her work, her eyes weary but determined.

"You okay?" she asked, her voice soft.

Trevor nodded. "Just a nightmare," he said, rubbing his eyes. "But I've had worse."

They shared a knowing look, the unspoken understanding of the battles they each faced—both in the world of the living and in their hearts.

She gave him one of her gentle smiles, closing her book and she stood up.

"Hungry?" She asked as she reached her fireplace.

"Very." Trevor smirked as he started setting the table. His sister cooked some pork belly in a pan over the fire, and with the fat she used for frying some sunnyside-up eggs just how he liked them.

When she was done, she set the pan on the table and took a bowl, cutting some veggies that she had grown in her garden. She cut some fresh sheep cheese on a different plate, set them on the table, and seasoned her veggies and eggs with some rough salt.

"This smells amazing," Trevor said as the aroma of the food filled the room.

They ate and talked, shared stories, and enjoyed the pleasure of a hot breakfast together. It's moments like these that reminded them of their childhood, how they used to dip their bread into the runny yoke of the egg and not eat the rest of it. Truly pleasant memories before the weight of their destinies had settled upon them.

After the meal, Trevor took the plates to the bowl of water that was set on a wooden bench and began washing them as Geneviève cleaned the rest from the table.

He watched her for a moment, her graceful movements a stark contrast to the fierce warrior he knew her to be.

"Hey Trefi, why don't we enjoy the day? It's been too long since we've just...been brother and sister."

"HEY! Don't call me that! And sure, dear sister, why not..I would like to be free for a day."

Silence overtook them as they got ready for the day, changing into clean and comfortable clothes, spending the morning exploring the woods surrounding the house, reminiscing about their childhood, and climbing their old tree where they used to play as kids. Having fun pretending to be kids again.

Geneviève's magic allowed her to show trevor the beauty of the natural world in a way he had never seen before, the flora and fauna responding to her touch with a gentle grace that made him feel a deep respect for the power she wielded.

But as always the day comes to an end as the sun started to go down, they decided to rest by a babbling brook, the water's song providing a soothing backdrop to their conversation. Trevor leaned against a tree, his eyes closed, as Geneviève sat cross-legged beside him, her head resting on his shoulder.

"I've missed this," he murmured, his voice filled with contentment.

"As have I," she replied.

Their bond was palpable, the unspoken understanding between them as strong as the steel. They were two halves of a whole, each with their strengths and weaknesses.

But even during their peaceful interlude, Genevième felt the chaos stirring within her, whispering to her of the battles to come. She knew she couldn't ignore it forever.

"Trev," she began, her voice tentative. "There's something I need to tell you."

He opened his eyes and looked at her, his gaze steady and unflinching.

"I've been having...visions," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Of a great evil, something very dark..and it has something to do with Dracula."

Trevor's expression grew serious. "What do you see?"

Geneviève took a deep breath, her eyes searching his for reassurance. "I see...the end of the world," she whispered. "Of humanity..I see pain and suffering, terror and bloodshed..horrible things will happen.."

The weight of her words hung in the air between them, a silent acknowledgement of the fate they might soon have. Trevor squeezed her shoulder, his grip firm and comforting.

"We'll face it together," he said, echoing her earlier sentiment. "Whatever it takes."

Geneviève nodded as she rested her head against Trevor his neck breathing in his scent as she did when she was younger..it was her the only thing that could comfort her.

"You're not so bad for a slob," she murmured teasingly, her voice light and airy as they made their way back home.

"Why you-!" Trevor chuckled, getting her into a headlock while rubbing his knuckles into her head as she shrieked playfully

They laughed as they made their way into the cottage. Geneviève lit the fire into the fire place with a whisper.

As the sound of the crackling fire and distant howling of the wolves outside startes filling the cozy space. The warmth of the hearth was a stark contrast to the chilling evening air that had seeped into the cottage.

She put the kettle back on the fire with the leftover stew.

Geneviève's smiled as she looked up at Trevor who was looking around the cottage. "You really should come by more often."

Trevor nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I know. I've had my hands full hunting vampires and such.. But I'll make it a point to visit more often." He said with a smirk as she laughed quietly.

"You better."

The conversation drifted to their parents, the stories of their ancestors, and the legacy they had left behind. As the fire burned lower and the shadows grew longer, Trevor could feel the weight of his travels lifting from his shoulders. The comfort of his sister's presence was something he hadn't realized he'd been missing. He sighed contentedly, feeling the warmth of the stew, the fire, the smell of the house and her warmth was just what he needed.

As they talked, Geneviève scooped some stew with her spoon and brought it up to her mouth but dropped the spoon back on her plate as different visions started to plage her sight as she started to breath heavily.

"GENE!? IS EVERYTHING OKAY!?" Trevor asked as he stood up and made his way to her side rubbing her back.

It was Persephone, who she allow to take a flight around wallachia for the day sight that disturbed her. She was in Târgoviște, perched on the church watching a woman being burned at the stake.

"NO! PLEASE DON'T HURT THEM! THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT THEIR DOING!"

'No...No..NO. NO. NO. NO!'

"NO!" Geneviève screamed in terror, scaring Trevor much more in the process.

"GENEVIÈVE, WHAT WRONG!? HEY TALK TO ME!"

She breathed heavily as she came back to her scenes looking over at her brother.

"The..the vision I've told u about today..it has come true..in one year..humanity will be whipped out by the night creatures and vampire's."

Trevor frown as he stepped away rubbing his eyes.

"Shit."

"The church has really fucked up now."

"Why do you say that Gene?" Trevor asked looking over at his sister.

Gene just glanced over at him with a much deeper frown.

"They just killed Vlad Dracula's wife."

Trevor looked gobsmacked at that threading his hand through his hair.

"Yep.. we're screwed."

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yoditopascal · 3 months ago

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Nocturne (Part One)

summary: Cursed to walk the light of the full moon as a monster, young Sol, the last of the druids, finds solace in Trevor Belmont. As the two travel the land piecing together fragments of lore in their search for a cure for her lycanthropy, they stumble upon a prophecy of a soldier who sleeps deep in catacombs of Gresit, awaiting a hunter, a scholar and oddly enough a druid. Teaming up with a Speaker magician and a Dhampir can they come together to not only save Sol but also put a stop to Dracula?

content warnings: original characters, eventual romance, eventual smut, fluff and angst, found family, platonic relationships, gender identity, sexuality exploration, canon typical violence, character death, dnd 5E references

Masterlist//Next Chapter

Symphony of the Night

The air of the tavern was heavy with the scent of spilled ale and piss, warmed by the dimly lit candles that decorated the grimey bar and tables. It was the first time that Sol had ever laid eyes on such a place, pulling their cloak even tighter around themselves as they walked further into the establishment, eyes searching until they came to land on a dark figure arched over a stool at the bar. Trevor Belmont, the last of his kind, was nestled away in a corner, draped in darkness and an aura of mystery as the light of the candles did not reach him.

A teenage Trevor sat, his back to the tavern door, hunched over his ale as he sipped at it slowly. His dark hair wild eyes a stormy blue that held a certain sorrow to them. The flickering flames of the candles cast shadows across his face, illuminating the freshly acquired scar that adorned his face. Weary from their far travels and with hesitation Sol steps forward towards him, the night air running shivers up their spine. Summoning all the courage they had left, Sol reaches a gentle hand out, touching his shoulder. “Are you Trevor Belmont?” They said quietly, their voice trembling slightly. “I need your help.”

Shrugging their hand from his person Trevor looks up from his mug, his instinctual wariness of strangers flaring momentarily before he takes in their appearance.

The person behind the trembling voice was smaller, no bigger than a child who was on the cusp of adolescence. They were barefoot and clothed in tattered garments, wild hair and sad eyes, brimmed with unshed tears, peeking from beneath the clutched derelict cloak that didn’t even reach all the way down their torso.

“Who’s asking?” he asked, examining the child standing before him, with a raised brow.

Sol swallowed hard, their heart pounding like a war drum in their chest. “I-I am Sol.” They sniffed, wringing the remains of their cloak in their tiny hands

“My grandfather always told me if I ever needed help I should find myself in the company of a Belmont.” They confessed, voice soft and delicate. “I’ve heard of what came of your family. I’m sorry but I-I desperately need your help.” They clarified steeling themselves a they straightened their spine and continued. “I’ve been cursed to turn into a lycan with every full moon. I’ve already lost my family to this curse. I can’t hurt anyone else. Please.”

Doubt started to arise in Trevor, as his mind urged him to turn them away. He had slain such beasts before in his line of work but too often he had found himself not concerned for the individual behind the curse. Taking another sip of his ale he prepared himself to tell the child to get lost, to avoid the burden of having to save someone curse, it wasn’t it problem after all, but when he looked back at them looking deeper into those wild viridian eyes he saw the fear and the resilience behind their words, and most of all he saw the small flicker of hope stirring something deep in him he hadn’t felt for long time, the need to aid, to protect just as his family once did.

Reluctantly, Trevor nods and gestured for Sol to sit. They scramble onto the stool next to him, relief washing over their dirty face and the two begin to converse. As the two spoke, Trevor learns that the child is from Sitka, a small village some 50 miles away, had they really walked that far to find him? He also learned that they came from a family consisting of their older brother and grandfather before the curse of the lycan took them away from them, and that they were the last of a long line of Druids. Trevor nearly choked on his ale at that, druids and Belmonts had a long standing history of providing aid to each other so it was no wonder their grandfather told them to seek him out with his dying breath, but it was to his understanding that the last of the druids had died out decades ago, so how were you standing here before him?

Trevor continued to listen to the child intently, recalling tales of lycans from his childhood as they began to tell him how they came to be cursed. You were fetching water in the middle of the night for your ill brother when the ambush came, they didn’t remember much from the attack but when they came too they were naked and covered in blood, their brother’s mutilated corpse hunched over their grandfather’s as he spoke his last words to them.

Trevor grimaced as they finished their tale, knowing it must have been traumatic for a child to bear such a weight. Throwing back the last of his drink Trevor wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You won’t lose yourself to darkness Sol, I promise you, but this journey we’re about to partake won’t be an easy one. Are you sure you’re prepared for it?” He asks as he stands to his feet, hovering a steady hand to them.

Sol looks down at his palm and without hesitation takes it standing to their feet as well. “I’m ready, let's go.”

So began their journey, a quest that took them to new and uncharted lands, in search of any information they could find on a cure. Trevor knew of one way that would for certain break the curse but for the sake of his child companion they needed to find one that wouldn’t kill them.

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Over the years, as the child grew at his side Trevor noticed subtle things that he hadn’t before, but he always brushed it off as his imagination. It all came to head one sh while they were preparing for a bath, one of the rare occasions they had time for one.

The moonlight spilled into the clearing, casting a pale light over the water, Trevor found a moment of peace as he relaxed further into the cool water of the lake. He, now a young adult and his young Druid companion, now reaching the end of their teenage years, had traveled for miles, sharing laughter and experiences together that would last a lifetime, forging a strong familial bond between the two.

After weeks of being on the road they finally found time to wash away the grime of their adventure in a secluded lake, Trevor sank even deeper into the refreshing waters, until it covered him till the bridge of his nose, the lake relaxing his sore muscles as he began to blow bubbles.

A splash caused him to tear his eyes open just before he was drenched in the onslaught of water. Sitting up he wipes the water from his eyes and glares at the Druid as they laugh at his soaked appearance.

“Sorry Trevor.” They say from behind a hand as they try and fail to stifle their chuckles.

With a roll of his eyes Trevor splashes at his partner causing them to break out in a giggle as they shake the water from their hair, pulling it up into a bun high on their head. Over the years their wild curls had continued to grow long and unruly, something Trevor had often told them needed to be cut.

Trevor goes to open his mouth to retort, but it’s caught in his throat when he looks down to the curve of his friend’s chest that had become exposed when they raised their hands to put up their hair. Trevor was struck by silence as a disorienting realization overcame him, his companion, whom he had assumed to be a boy this entire time, was actually a woman. The shock sent a shiver down his spine, as he scrambled out of the water, heart racing.

“What were you thinking?!” he exclaimed, scolding her with an awkward mix of embarrassment and confusion. He couldn’t believe he’d missed this before, were their signs? Of course there were, there had to be! “I may be me but I’m still a man!” He shouts as he crawls to the banks of the lake, snatching up his discarded clothing to cover himself with.

Sol looks over to him perplexed by his actions, and simply shrugs. “I used to bathe with my brother all the time back in my village,” she replied, brushing off his reaction. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“That’s not the point!” He screeched his voice cracking slightly, betraying him.

“Then what is the point?” She asks cocking her head to the side as she started to come to get out of the water, wanting to come to his side but Trevor holds up a hand in front of his face blocking her form from view as he huffs in frustration.

“I’m a man, you’re an unmarried woman, it’s-it’s inappropriate Sol!”

With a frown Sol sinks back down into the cooling waters hiding herself from him as he was clearly disgusted by her nakedness.

“I’m sorry to make you so uncomfortable Trevor, where I’m from we don’t care for such things.”

It takes him a moment to remember you hadn’t grown up the same way as everyone else. Druids lived as outlanders, they grew up in huts in the wilds far from civilization in small tribe like communes and lived by the rules of the natural world, witnessing the migration of herds and life cycles of the beasts of the forests. Nature was in their blood, and that meant they didn’t think the same as those who lived in civilization did.

He was left grappling with his feelings of awkwardness as he struggled to try and get them—her to understand. Confusion flickered across her gaze as she wrapped her arms around herself and he began to realize that perhaps she’d never fully understand why he was in such a panic. With a sigh he stands to his feet, his clothes still clutched firmly to his groin, shielding himself from her view.

“Just hurry up and finish so I get a turn ok?” He calls over his shoulder as he turns his back to her so he could pull his pants back on. With a frown Sol nods to him as he retreats from the clearing not seeing the red that dusted his tanned ears and cheeks.

From then on Trevor insisted that Sol cut her hair and dress like a man for the remainder of their travels. "It’s for your own good," he would argue, as he took a knife to her hair, cutting the dark locks down to the back of her head, she now didn’t have an option in the matter. Before he would joke and tell her that it could get grabbed or caught in something while they fought creatures of the night together, but now, now it was a matter of safety.

While he himself no longer struggled with her newfound identity, there was no telling what would happen to her if some trodden man with ill intent were to get their hands on her. Trevor had no doubt in her abilities to protect herself, having seen first hand how far she’s progressed strength wise and with her very limited knowledge of Druidic magic she had learned as a child, he trusted her wholeheartedly, it was man he did not trust.

He meant well, Trevor would often tell himself as he found himself speaking for her, when in social situations. Her voice was just too soft, too melodic, he really had no idea how he never noticed before, even when she tried to deepen it to let her speak up or go off on her own, so Trevor tightened the proverbial lease he had already had her on because of her curse. No longer could she venture out into the marketplace on her own, no longer could she bathe in an inn, when he forced her to take a bath, without someone guarding the door, no matter where she was Trevor was always one step behind her.

Sol complied with it all with her head held high taking in all the new changes in stride. She donned a cloak lined in fur, one of Trevor’s old ones, that was clearly a little too large and adjusted to having to wear bigger, more baggier clothing. The one thing she couldn’t wrap her head around though was how different the revelation had caused Trevor to act towards her. Ever since discovering her true identity Trevor had become much more distant, even though he was never far from her side he still felt miles away, and she greatly missed how they were before.

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As the months rolled on, the wedge in their bond lessened slightly but didn’t completely dissipate, as she continued to do what Trevor asked of her. Trevor, albeit clumsily, tried his best to navigate the dynamics of their genders, not really knowing how to be around a woman who wasn’t a prostitute, but there was still an air of awkwardness to him when around Sol. He found himself wanting to protect her even more but not wanting to overstep his boundaries with her. In moments of solitude, Sol would sink deeper into her thoughts and let out her frustrations with Trevor, while she appreciated that he respected her identity enough to go to such lengths for her she wished he’d let her decide what’s best for her or at least let her speak for herself once in a while.

Having filled their packs with food the pair leave a village, the last one they’d be able to stop at for miles and head off into the forest. The night sky blanketed with grey storm clouds that had covered them in a downcast of icy rain and soaked them clean through to their boots. As they ventured further the rain stopped as the sky began to open up revealing the edge of the full moon that sat high in the night both Trevor and Sol too lost in their own thoughts to notice let alone remember that this was the night of a full moon, the moon they had been dreading of for the last month.

The air around them was thick with fog and the smell of the wet earth when suddenly Sol's demeanor started to change. Her breathing became ragged as she slowed her pace falling behind Trevor who stopped to look at her. Clutching at her chest the first wave of familiar pain washed over her as an unsettling energy crackled in the air. In an instant, she started to transform, her bones breaking as they grew and rearranged them, her flesh tearing from her body to reveal salt and pepper fur underneath as she ripped her clothes away with sharp clawed hands.

Trevor's heart raced with fear at the knowledge of what he would have to do, to protect not only himself but her as well from the creature she was becoming. He watched in absolute horror as Sol continued to change, her screams of pain at the metamorphosis causing Trevor to falter momentarily. He had seen this before, from both her and countless others over his years, but usually he was prepared, how could he be so stupid to forget that tonight was a full moon.

Worry and doubt clawed at his chest as he pulled his whip from his side as Sol howled high into the air as a full fledged lycan, her glowing blue eyes narrowing as her gaze locked onto him. His grip on the whip tightened as she lowered herself on all fours and let out a fierce growl that rumbled in his chest. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he didn’t have a choice. Fixing his stance Trevor leapt out of the way with swift precision just as she lunged at him, missing him by mere inches.

Trevor maneuvered around her, using every skill he'd ever learned over the years to counter her attacks, with a swipe of her claws she tore into his side causing his shirt to rip and his blood to flow. Angling the whip he swings it until it wraps around her neck, tightening as he uses the momentum to throw himself on to her back. Sol thrashes about wildly trying her best to buck him off, but Trevor holds steadfast as he secures a fist in her fur. As a lycan Sol was much bigger than him, almost twice his size, but still small for a lycan of her age, for which he was grateful as he used all his strength to restrain her.

“Sol get a hold of yourself!” He screams as she continues to flail and fight, she trips clumsily over the mud and her own feet she kneels and he uses the opportunity to pull a heavy silver chain from his pack, wrapping it around a wrist that had reached back to slash at him. Sliding from of her back Trevor throws the other end of the chain around her other wrist and pulls both ends back behind her, She howls in pain as the chain burns her, the weight of it not quite heavy enough to restrain her fully but enough to hold her down long enough so Trevor could tie her wrists behind her back. Flipping over her shoulder she pulls his whip forcing her to fall flat onto her stomach.

Bound with a combination of leather and silver, Sol growls baring her fangs at Trevor as he grabs more chains from her pack and uses it to bind her neck, staking the chains to the wet earth below.

Sol starts to struggle against her bindings, the silver burning wounds into her flesh. Trevor watches her as he holds his bleeding side while attempting to catch his breath. Clouds danced across the sky, momentarily covering the full moon from view, Sol’s fierce snarls echoed through the stillness of the woods ringing though his ears as he felt the warmth of his own blood seeping through his fingers.

Her muzzle scrunched up as her wolf features started to recede, trying to revert back to her original self, an overwhelming sense of helplessness washing over him as her face strain in clear anguish. Reaching out Trevor tries to caress her face to soothe her pain but she snaps at him, nearly taking a chunk out of his hand. Instead he settles for sitting across from her, his back resting against a large boulder as he watches her transform again.

Her body quivered and softened as her fur fell away and her bones readjusted, settling within her with a dull ache. “You are not your curse, Sol.” Trevor says, pulling his cloak from his body to cover her form, shielding her nakedness from the night air. “You are more than the darkness that has cursed your life,” he murmured, voice full of emotion.

Tears glistened in her eyes as she lay there on the cold hard ground, the only warmth she had being from his damp cloak. He wanted to unbind her and hold her tightly, reminding her that she was more than the darkness that existed within her as she sobbed. With a shaky breath Trevor peels himself from the tree with a groan, his injury making him slow to rise, and he kneels in front of her, stroking the top of her head and she wept, knowing this would be the only form of comfort he was able to provide for her until the night of the full moon was over.

Trevor sat by her side until the first rays of the sun painted the sky, leaning into her side as he watched over her, refusing to sleep until she was herself again. She had long since passed out, her body not able to handle the act of transforming more than once that night as the cloud drifted in the sky overcasting the moon.

When she finally awoke, Sol was aching all over, her wrist and neck, while no longer bound by silver chains were scorched and raw, her body, while no longer naked, was clothed in loosely fitting men’s clothes that sported the Belmont crest.

Trevor….

He must’ve dressed her in her sleep. She thought to herself as images from the night before flashed through her mind. Panic began to take hold as she recalled the lashing out at him the night before, tears prickling the corners of her eyes as she remembered the feel of his skin tearing under her claws, the horror of having hurt him gnawed at her as her pulse quickened and her breath caught in her throat.

Trembling, she sits up abruptly, tears falling freely now as she gasps out labored breaths pulling his fur lined cloak tighter around herself. She was so caught up in her emotions she hadn’t heard Trevor returning until he dropped the bucket of water he was carrying as he rushed to her side, pulling her face into his hands as he looked her over, searching her eyes for what was wrong.

She stammered out apology after apology, her fear and anxiety getting the better of her as her gaze shifts down to Trevor’s bandaged side, his gaze softening as he moves closer, wiping at her tear stained cheeks, he drops a hand to her shoulder and squeezes it reassuringly.

“It’s okay,” he reassured, his voice calm and steady over her sniffles as he pulls her into his chest tightly. “We’re ok. We’ll get through this.” In that moment, as Sol sobs against him, they both realize that no matter what happens to them along the way, no awkwardness or darkness could ever overshadow the light of the bond that they shared.

#castlevania #castlevania x reader #alucard x oc #alucard x reader #adrian tepes x reader #platonic trevor belmont x reader #trevor belmont x reader #sypha belnades x reader #trevor belmont x sypha belnades

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flaresemily · 4 months ago

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This is only an au or one shot I can make! And also read it cause I also put au below

I use template in capcut

Pictures not mine

Low quality for sure hehe

It was fun to make Well as for the au is

And then when the anime starts he blah blah blah (tell me if u wanna know more~😈)

Alucard and y/n got married and had a son name karlheinz but then somehow alucard was forced to kill y/n. Then,he married another woman and had Richter. Later on, karlheinz kills the other woman out of haters and is seeking revenge for alucard Disappearance. So that's why he married Cordelia and the others~

AU ONLY I also post this on TikTok.

#female reader #anime #x reader #manga #yandere #platonic #request are open #my ocs #alucard #karlheinz sakamaki #trevor belmont #castlevania sypha #diabolik lovers #castlevania

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discodreaming · 1 year ago

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HELLO! i've now opened my inbox for my followers/mutuals to talk to their favorite character!

you can send in random sentences, inbox prompts that you see on my blog or even confess your love!

please be sure to be respectful and kind to not only me but the muses.

this will be very much like roleplaying. to continue communication you can send in more inboxes or you can even link the inbox to a conversation to communicate with your beau/family/friend!

please do not request any minors/anthropomorphic in romantic or sexual ways, I'm begging you. i will only reply to the platonic/familial ones.

you may talk to at least 2 muses at once in one message, all to prevent being overwhelmed. this may change once i get comfortable enough to handle more.

all romantic and nsft inboxes or starters towards muses will require slow burn

all ships are multishipped but can be single shipped if you guys can build up their romance meter!

this will only be reader x character, oc x character i will put on either another blog or a different post.

* note: i will accept 5 oc x character in this post for the time being: 1/5

however for certain events i can bend these rules for you to get a romantic scene with your crushes!

or even just hanging out with your friends!

characters i will write for right now:

note: this list will change every now and then as i advance further into the shows or a character is requested more!

if you don't see a character you like here and would like to see me try my hand at playing them, don't be shy to tell me!

bold = characters I've played before

one piece! ( pre timeskip )

romantic options: nico robin, nami, sanji, zoro, usopp, buggy, sir crocodile, dracule mihawk, shanks, portgas d. ace

platonic options: chopper, franky ( may change ), luffy ( im currently on the pretimeskip )

up to debate: please ask !

rwby ! ( all season 9 ages )

romantic options: weiss schnee, blake belladonna, yang xiao long, jaune arc, taiyang xiao long, raven branwen, qrow branwen, emerald sustari, sun wukong, neptune vasillias, james ironwood, winter schnee, mercury black

platonic options: ruby rose, nora valkyrie, lie ren, pyrrha nikos, penny polendina, professor ozpin, oscar pine, neopolitan

up to debate: salem, cinder fall

fruits basket !

romantic options: shigure sohma, hatori soma, ayame soma

platonic options: tohru honda, yuki sohma, kyo sohma

castlevania animated !

romantic options: trevor belmont, adrian 'alucard' tepes, sypha belnades

edens zero !

romantic options: rebecca bluegarden, weisz steiner, homura kogetsu, kris rutherford, shiki granbell, labilla christy

platonic: happy, witch regret, sister ivry, hermit mio, valkyrie yuna, elise crimson, justice

d.gray man !

romantic options: yu kanda, lavi, tyki mikk, howard link, cross marian

platonic: allen walker, lenalee lee, nea d. campbell, wisely kamelot

psycho pass !

romantic options: akane tsuneori, shinya kogami, nobuchika ginoza, shuusei kagari, yayoi kunizuka, shion karanomori, shogo makishima

platonic: tomomoi masaoka

owari no seraph

romantic options: guren ichinose, ferid bathory, kureto hiiragi, shinya hiragi, seishiro hiiragi, crowley eusford

platonic: yuichiro hyakuya, mikaela hyakuya, shinoa hiiragi, yoichi saotome, shiho kimizuki, mitsuba sangu, krul tepes

yuukou no moriarty

romantic options: william james moriarty, albert james moriarty, louis james moiarty, sherlock holmes, fred porlock, sebastian moran, mycroft holmes, james bond

fate/ ( /zero & /stay night)

romantic options: saber, kirei kotomine, gilgamesh, cu chulainn

platonic: shirou emiya, rin tohsaka, waver velvet

up to debate: kiritsugu emiya, irisviel von einzbern, archer emiya, tokiomi tohsaka, diamuid ua duibhne

please don't: shinji matou, ryuunosuke uryu

fairy tail

romantic options: lucy heartfilia, gray fullbuster, erza scarlet, mirajane strauss, laxus dreyar, gildarts clive, loke, elfman strauss, juvia lockser, fried justine, evergreen, bickslow, rogue cheney, sting eucliffe, kagura mikazuchi, aguria yukino, natsu dragneel, mystogan, cana alberona, gajeel redfox, erik, jellal fernandes

platonic: wendy marvell

record of ragnarok

romantic options: adam, jack the ripper, kojiro sasaki, qin shi huang, hades, beelzebub, hermes

platonic: souji okita

up to debate: the valkyries, nikolas tepes, thor, poseidon, apollo,

obey me

romantic options: lucifer, mammon, levianthan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor,diavolo, barbatos, simeon, raphael, solomon,

platonic: luke

up to debate: thirteen, mephistopheles

kingdom hearts ( kingdom hearts iii )

romantic options: terra, aqua, xemnas, zexion, saix, axel, demyx,

platonic: sora, kairi, riku, roxas, namine, xion, ventus, vanitas, ephemer, skuld, brain

genshin impact

romantic options: wriothesley, albedo, alhaitham, ayaka, ayato, baizhu, ajax, cyno, dehya, diluc, eula, ganyu, itto, jean, kazuha, kokomi, xiao, heizou, shenhe, kaeya, rosaria, yae miko, beidou, lisa, kaveh, zhongli, nigguang, neuvillette, yela, candace, thoma, yanfei

platonic: hu tao, venti, faruzan, sucrose, chongyun, freminet, layla, mika, fischl, collei, noelle, yun jin, barbara, xingqiu, amber, bennette, xinyan

up to debate: keqing, lyney, aether, lumine, wanderer, lynette, kuki shinobu, sara, kiara, gorou, mona, nilou, yoimiya, charlotte

please don't: klee, sayu, qiqi, diona, dori, nahida, yaoyao

final fantasy

romantic options: cloud strife, tifa lockhart, aerith gainsborough, zack fair, reno, rude, genesis rhapsodos, reeve tuesti, angel hewley, sephiroth, vincent valentine.

platonic: barret wallace, yuffie kisaragi

detroit become human

romantic options: connor, markus, gavin

platonic: kara, hank

devil may cry

romantic options: dante, nero, vergil

platonic: trish, nico, lady, v

jojo's bizarre adventure

romantic options: dio brando, joseph joestar ( part 2 & 3 ), caesar anthonio zeppeli, jotaro kujo ( 4-6 only ), rohan kishibe, bruno bucciarati, leone abbachio, narciso anasui, johnny joestar, gyro zeppeli, diego brando

debating: jonathan joestar, jolyne cujoh, weather report

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