#tepes x danesti

[gretasworld]

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#gretacard

[demigoddessqueens]

In another life….

I would have loved doing laundry and taxes with you

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Castlevania Characters Comforting GN! Reader After They Receive Bad/Scary News

A/N: Yes, this super-fast little headcanon piece was inspired by the US Election results. I did a lot of crying and mourning the day after and now I am ready to fight. I can’t offer you all a lot on this blog besides escapism and comfort, so I opted for the latter for this little post. They’re short (with some shorter than others) but I wanted to bang ones out for as many characters as quickly as possible.  

Note: Politics are not mentioned in the headcanons below. GN! Reader’s upsetting/scary news is not directly mentioned, rather the focus is on how their partner would comfort them.  

Word Count: 3.6k  

Trevor:  

Comfort, for most of his life, has been a stranger to Trevor. But that doesn’t mean he is incapable of providing it for his partner. It’s quite the opposite really.  

Trevor will make sure you’re warm and cozy, wrapping you in his cloak or blankets, and sitting beside you.  

Trevor won’t promise that everything will be okay, because, let’s face it, he knows better. Life isn’t always okay, it’s hard and unpredictable. As a result, Trevor feels empty sweet words aren't as comforting as they are infuriating or patronizing.  

Instead, Trevor simply holds you and tells you that he will always be by your side- in every battle, through every hardship, and every sunrise- he will always be there for you.  

Yes, Trevor’s a little rough around the edges, but he’s smart and wise when he wants to be. As hard and dangerous as life may be for you, you can trust he’s always observant, and on the lookout for anything else that may wish to do you harm.  

If anyone wants to get to you, they’re gonna have to go through him first.  

Sypha:  

Sypha is naturally empathetic and nurturing, so comforting her loved ones after they receive bad news comes easily to her. She’s such a comforting presence herself that even if you were hesitant to explain your feelings, just spending time near Sypha reassures you in a way.  

She makes sure you’re warm, especially your feet since hers are freezing all of the time.  

Once you're settled comfortably, she pulls you into her chest and allows you to rest your head on her shoulder.  

If you need to cry, that’s okay. She rubs a heated hand up and down your back as you let it all out. Her Speaker Magic ensures her hands are at the best temperature for soft, loving warm touches.  

Alucard:  

Alucard is no stranger to grief. He’s been given many reasons to mourn throughout his life, even if he’s had to temporarily compartmentalize those feelings to perform his more important duties. 

But because Alucard has never had the opportunity to feel first and act later, he takes it upon himself to perform any obligations you may otherwise have while he lets you sit in your despair.  

And should the level of pain prevent you from doing the things you need to do to take care of yourself, Alucard has no problem aiding you with those duties as well. He’ll cook you a nutritious meal, draw you a nice warm bath, and whisper you stories until you fall asleep.  

He finds that your vulnerability prompts him to further open himself to you- your worry reminds him it’s okay to have his own. The two of you cry and commiserate, holding each other through the tears and sadness as well as the feelings of betrayal and anger.  

Things may be difficult and dark ahead but as long as you can hold on to each other, Alucard swears all will be alright.  

Greta: 

Greta has endured a lot as the leader of her people. Even so, grief and anguish aren’t really her thing.  

Still, she knows when other people have reached their emotional limit, and she’s quite good at getting them to open up to her in ways they may not have expected.  

As her partner, know that she’s very observant and in tune with your emotions. Before you can even tell her that you’ve received bad news, she knows that already, just by the look on your face.  

She’ll take you somewhere private, away from the other villagers’ prying eyes, where you can express freely how it is you feel.  

Like Trevor, she won’t promise that all will end well, but she swears that no matter the storm, you don’t have to weather it alone—she’s not going anywhere.  

Dracula:  

Dracula is a loyal and obsessive lover, which makes him almost supernatural at detecting your moods/emotions. 

He can read your face the way scholars read a book- he knows what it is you're thinking, and just how it is you’re thinking of it.  

If you’re shaken up or upset, or incredibly angry at some news you’ve just received, Dracula will not only do everything in his power to console you but to amend whatever issue it is that has you so worked up.  

If someone has wronged you, he will kill them, it’s as simple as that. (Unless, of course, you beg him not to, in which case, he cannot help but do as you ask.)  

If you’re worried about your coming physical safety, fear not. He simply takes it upon himself to accompany you everywhere you go. (He’s learned this lesson the hard way, and he’s not about to lose another love in this manner.)   

If all else fails, Dracula will encourage you to do what you must to feel better: to release these feelings any way you know how. If you need to scream or cry or hurt a human or two, he does not judge you for it. You are his beloved human, and he is nothing but in awe of your emotional spectrum. Even though he despises the ignorance of humanity, Dracula cannot ignore the beauty that exists in feeling alive.  

Lisa: 

Lisa is a doctor, and she’s very used to delivering bad or unsavory news to her patients. Of course, it’s much more difficult for her to do so when she’s handling you, but she still puts on a brave and wise face for your sake.  

If it's a problem she can help you with, you can rest assured she will use every bit of knowledge, every tool at her disposal to make you feel better. And if it is a problem of society, not medicine, or science, she still tries her hardest to cheer you up.  

She reminds you of all the scientific advancements humanity has made thus far. Sure, many times things have been forgotten, or left to the wayside, but knowledge is forever. And just because the majority of people refuse to accept or believe in something, does not mean that science is dead.  

She will help you archive and preserve your experience as she believes leaving knowledge behind for future generations, even emotional and personal knowledge is a must.  

And on the nights when it all feels hopeless, she will brush your hair and sing you lullabies, like the ones she sang to Adrian all those years ago.  

Hector:  

Hector is a very emotional person. It’s his sensitivity that led him to discover his forgemaster abilities, and partly due to that, he sees his sensitivity as a strength.  

He cares for all wounded animals, and don’t think for a second that he won’t drop absolutely everything else to care for you, his partner! 

He will call over all your favorite reanimated pets and orchestrate a giant cuddle pile, especially in the coming days if he has to return to work/can’t hold you 24/7. He ensures you’re never lonely or frightened by creating a night creature guard who he orders to protect you with its life.  

Hector is very interested in your thoughts and opinions about your grief. He wants to know exactly what it is that hurts you, and how it’s materialized within the world, so he can record it in his teachings/books for later scholars to come to understand.  

Hector truly loves just having you near, holding you close, be it in bed, or seated outside enjoying a beautiful sunny day. He loves picnicking with you, showing you all the little amazing things the world has created, from the single blades of grass, to all the little bugs and creatures that call it home, and to the gorgeous blue sky, and the many different species of birds that travel through it.  

He knows humans can be cruel. He knows the world can be ugly, but he also knows it can be beautiful, and more than anything, he wishes to share that with you, because, well, he thinks you’re one of the most beautiful things in it.  

Isaac:  

Isaac has a naturally soothing presence. Just him being there for you makes you feel less unsteady.  

Once he calms you down enough so that you can speak without sobbing, he'll ask for as much information as he can. He’s not trying to rib or interrogate you, it’s just that he wishes to be as equally aware of the subject as you are.  

Being a very wise man, Isaac will offer advice on the situation, when applicable. And when it isn’t, he simply assures you that within his palace, so long as you are surrounded by his night creatures and those of a like mind, no harm will come to you.  

He encourages you to sit and meditate with him. The two of you sit close to the ground, breathing in and out. It doesn’t undo what has happened, but it helps make you feel more in control of your future. All that Isaac asks, in imagining the possibilities of such a wonderful future, you include him in it.  

Godbrand:  

Let’s be honest, Godbrand is pretty darn observant, but only half of the time. So, after you receive bad news, he’s either made aware at about the same time you are, or he’s 100% in the dark until you tell him to his face what has happened.  

If he doesn’t pick up on your soured mood, he’ll be a big grumpy baby about it. He complains when you don’t laugh at his jokes, or compliment his prowess after he tells the group a story of one of his recent spoils. He keeps picking at your expression until you’ll eventually have enough, and feel petty enough to spite him.  

It’s only after a week of you reeking of garlic that he relents and asks what the hell’s wrong.  

You throw a bulb of garlic at his head.  

In the event he has picked up on your mood, he assumes he’s done or said something to (ahem, once again) offend you. He’ll bring you jewelry or flowers or clothes or some of that mushy shit in an attempt to apologize. And when you tell him that this time, he’s in fact done nothing wrong, he bursts out laughing. The ridiculousness of the situation causes you to laugh too and before you know it the two of you are enjoying a night of merriment and drink, teasingly but lovingly, laughing at the other’s antics.  

 Raman and Sharma:  

Whatever this news is, you can bet their response will be similar.  

They’ll lavish you with fine gifts- gold, jewelry, and silks- but don’t expect too much emotional support.  

They adore you, but they also believe you to be this precious ornament, the rarest gem in their crown. You may have feelings, and be a multidimensional human, but they simply cannot see you that way.  

For them, humans are stupid, weak, imbeciles that are par in comparison to them. But you, you are not stupid, nor weak, nor an imbecile, and while they certainly don’t believe you rival them per se, they do believe you’re worthy of their attention.  

They tell you to forget about other people. You have them now. And if they’re being honest, what better news could a person like you possibly receive than that?  

Cho:  

Cho has never been one to care for weakness, be it physical or emotional. However, she has been known to make an exception on occasion for you.  

These feelings of grief, or anger- whatever they may be, she tolerates you exhibiting them so long as you do not ask her to physically comfort you.  

If you wish to be cuddled, she has other human servants in her court who could provide such service for you.  

While she claims to be unmoved by your situation, however, she does make a note of finding out if someone or something in particular has caused you this distress. When you ask her about it later, she feigns ignorance as to why that person or that thing has suddenly disappeared.  

Dragoslav:  

Dragoslav is a very practical, no-nonsense kind of man. He was that way even before he was turned into a vampire.  

He understands that humans and vampires have feelings because of course they do. But he does not see the reason for giving in to such things all the damn time.  

Where he comes from, people are usually very hardy, they do not complain about having to weather life’s many difficulties.  

However, as he is a vampire aristocrat, he’s become accustomed to a certain degree of luxury. This privilege has made him soft, in a way. His simple approach to believing merely being a vampire is enough to allow him to feel no threat nor shame when you confess your feelings of grief or anger to him.  

He lets you indulge in your feelings for a short period, perhaps even daring to sit with you as you talk through them, before telling you to brush your shoulders off and become strong once more.  

Zufall: 

Zufall (second only to Dracula) is closest to what you’d assume a stereotypical European vampire is like. 

In his immortality, Zufall prefers to be alone and chooses rather to surround himself with books and trinkets as opposed to a court full of servants.  

However, he does take an interest in humans as temporary companions. You are warm and interesting, and so eager to satisfy him, how could he resist the temptation to have a handful of you in rotation at any given time?  

You are one of his favorites, and while he will not ever regard you as an equal, he does truly wish for you to be content with his company. If you’ve received bad news, and are looking downcast, he will enquire about it, asking to know if there is perhaps something about your room or your enrichments that he can alter.  

If you are more on the hysterical side, Zufall will even begrudgingly allow you to hold him, as he runs his clawed fingers gently up and down your back. He hushes you before telling you parts of a fable he can recall from back when he was still a human boy. His deep voice and strong accent help lull you to sleep.  

Carmilla:  

Upon finding out you’re upset because you’ve received bad news, she’s filled with both annoyance and rage. Who dares to upset you? Don’t they know better than to trifle with her precious human? She will make them pay, whoever did this, whatever caused this. She will slice it to death with her claws if need be.  

If your news isn’t caused by the actions of one other person, but let’s say a mood or an opinion of society, she rolls her eyes, before pulling you close to tell you that you have nothing to worry about.  

Society is what’s kept her powerless and secondary all these years, she has no respect for its select worship and demonization of certain people and powers that be.  

She makes sure you’re pampered: the finest linens and silks, the best meals, and the best wine Styria has to offer if all yours with a snap of your fingers.  

She tells you not to worry, dear pet. She swears the world will soon bend to accommodate both yourself and her. And should anyone dare to stand in your way, she will squash them like the insignificant bug they are.  

Overall, she’s a little dramatic and murder-y about it, but it’s only because she loves you, and she knows how hard living (or nonliving) is when you’ve been made to feel small. She never wants you to know that pain. And you won’t, so long as she has something to say about it.  

Lenore:  

Lenore is a natural peacekeeper, so when she notices you are upset, she immediately sets out to do something about it.  

She will ask if there’s anything you would like help with, or if there’s perhaps anything she can get for you.  

If someone else is causing problems for you, she offers to act as a go-between or mediator of sorts and talk it out on your behalf. She insists on it, especially if the person causing you great distress or giving you bad news is one of her sisters.  

Striga & Morana: 

Striga and Morana are very practical thinkers, even if Striga is prone to outbursts occasionally. As a team, they are strategic experts in execution. As such they notice small changes in your mood. You don't even have to confide in them before they ask you what’s wrong.  

Striga offers to torture or kill whoever’s causing you to feel this helpless meanwhile Morana makes you a soothing cup of tea.  

It can be a lot to take in at once, two people who love you who want to protect you, assisting you in the very distinct ways they know how, but you know it is because they treasure your company.  

If this news is not something that can be fixed, they will hold you sandwiched in between them as you let out your feelings, be it by crying or simply voicing your frustrations.  

St. Germain: 

St. Germain tends to get carried away in his train of thought, so he is not always privy to your feelings and opinions.  

You would have to confide in him that you’ve received such devastating news, otherwise he would be completely oblivious.  

He still swears he has no clue as to why his previous lover left him, something that haunts him to this day. So the minute you tell him something’s wrong, he drops everything he’s doing and listens.  

He’ll hold you close to him and whisper sweet things into your ear, telling you how much he loves you and values you. He ensures you this world, and countless others, are greater with you in it. He begs for you to internalize that. He truly doesn’t believe he could survive without you.  

All he knows is that this world, as well as his life, would be poorer if you were not in it.  

Ratko:  

Ratko is not a sensitive man, but he does recognize the importance of sharing news with your loved ones, so he will insist you tell him what you know, as soon as you know it.  

When he learns it’s distressing, he sighs and reminds you that when you are close to a victorious vampire, such news should not matter.  

Still, if you are shaken up or angry, he will relent and allow you to sit in your emotions for a time.  

When he thinks it’s appropriate (most likely sooner than you would have), he demands your presence, bringing you to a surprise. It may be good human food, it may be money, it may be clothes, either way, those things matter not to Ratko. To him, they are merely symbols of wealth and victory.  

But that is why he insists you enjoy them. Despite whatever news you receive, he insists that you spend every waking moment feeling victorious- because you are.  

He thinks most humans are stupid pigs, beings he feels no need to respect. But with you, he is in awe of you. That alone, he will remind you, should make you feel more worthy than any other human on the planet.  

Varney/Death:  

Varney is an enigma, mainly because he’s playing dual roles. As Varney, he is compelled to embellish and dramatize his thoughts and feelings, and he will respond similarly to your own. On the other hand, as Death, he is compelled to be stoic and serious, gleefully capturing souls after they’ve departed.  

In the chance your upsetting news is the loss of a loved one, he will know before you. (Because you know, he is Death after all.) But for your sake, he will act shocked when you tell him. It may be a lie, but it’s meant for your benefit. He’d rather lie and validate your feelings than tell the truth and make you feel more alone.  

In the case your news is not a death, he will learn of it only if you tell him. And when you do, he tries to listen, and not tune you out. It’s a difficult task, the ups and downs of a single human life tend to seem too trivial to him, but for you, he makes an exception.  

And while he cannot directly kill all the people who have upset you, should your news be centered around the actions of a large group of people, he will make a point to consume their souls much slower than others, telling such folks he is doing it as an act of vengeance in your name.  

A/N 2.0: Can you tell I have a favorite background character or two? Lol.  

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[shjpperbasement]

My Roman Empire is Greta telling Alucard that magic on him smells sweet like spices

[ourladyofsiluva]

[gio-writes]

Chapters: 8/? Fandom: Castlevania (Cartoon), 悪魔城ドラキュラ | Castlevania Series Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Alucard | Adrian Tepes | Arikado Genya/Greta, Trevor Belmont/Sypha Belnades Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Pregnancy, Medical Procedures, Banter, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Family, Blood and Gore, Vomiting, I gave Greta a backstory so the show doesn't have to, Medieval Religious Institutions Chapter Summary: To rescue the Speakers, Greta and Alucard must enter the city first, but something he and their friends unintentionally caused complicates that. Something is very wrong in Argeș.

[synapticjive]

I wrote an entire Gretacard one shot because this ship needs to be revived. Posting soonish…

[alpaca-clouds]

Heyo Alex~

Since I sent Birdie 7 prompts earlier, I'll hand you seven as well. Feel free to pick between them as you please, for whatever ship you like!

obstacle, gold, approval, tempt, banquet, gem, concentration

Alright! Here we are! The entirety of 7 prompts written as 7 One Shots for different Ships in Castlevania!

Obstacle

Four Little Obstacles

Greta/Sypha | T-Rated | 1203 words

Sypha and Greta are trying to have a nice day. Which is surprisingly hard, when there are four children around.

Gold

Glitter and Gold

Carmilla/Laura | T-Rated | 1046 words

After taking the castle from her maker, Carmilla wishes, she had some jewelry she had not gotten from him.

Approval

A little Comfort

Hector/Lenore | M-Rated | 2835 words

As Striga and Morana are leaving for the battle field, Lenore turns to Hector for comfort.

Tempt

The Temptress

Dracula/Lisa | E-Rated | 1599 words

As Dracula and Lisa spend their evening together, it is clear that Lisa has some ideas where the night might lead.

Banquet

The Visitors

Hector/Isaac | T-Rated | 1559 words

Running a country is not easy. It requires making alliances. And as Muhammad XII of Granada sends a convoy to Styria, Hector tries his best to keep up with the requirements of his position.

Gem

Sapphires and Emeralds

Striga/Moran | E-Rated | 1533 words

Striga is a hopeless romantic and Morana loves it.

Concentration

A Lesson in Focus

Trevor/Sypha/Alucard | E-Rated | 1074 words

Sypha teaches Trevor how to focus.

[avatarchai]

Where do you post your nsfw of Alucard and Greta since you can’t on here 😭🥹

I just posted them on my Twitter!

I'm sorry for the ultra late reply, but I'm finally able to share them! I gave them some fixes and tweakings because some of the anatomy was..... Anyways, this is a way to say thanks to all of you who stood by me and this blog back in the Castlevania days 🖤 hope you enjoy~

[gretasworld]

You posted this sort of nonsene shit because you have zero knowledge about real Castlevania and real Alucard. The dhampir is straight. You should have gone through the games, seen his gfs Sonia and Maria and Alucard's son instead of concluding anything from watching a stupid propaganda cartoon that disrespects source materials. Netflixvania is not even canon and they claim they are shit !

Also, there is no confirming mention of Greta in animation that she is into women or fucking non committal. Her own dialogue confirms that she was a side chick that got played by a married dude and then later caught by his angry wife. She confirms she lied about the whole bf gf thing. Get your facts straight, mate.

Greta says - " I had a bf and gf once but they never killed me...NO ACTUALLY I TELL YOU A LIE, HIS WIFE WENT AFTER ME WITH A PITCHFORK. " this is her full dialogue.

Gather knowledge first on how fandom wikia runs,how administrators and moderators label certain fictional characters and keep changing infos according to their feelings instead of facts, and also the fact that wiki fandom, where you got your information from, is a changeable load of horseshit.

Did you even know that Konami and Iga are ashamed of how the makers of the cartoon destroyed Alucard's image by using that rape scene for fucking Warren Ellis sexual rape incest fetish and inclusivity promotion ? Did you know that the deats brothers admitted that Netflix vania is not real castlevania at all and the characters donot act at all like their game counterparts?

Get educated on original castlevania kindly. Or go down the infinite corridor yourself.

Both of them are heterosexual. No body has changed their sexuality. 💯❤

greta and alucard are both canonically bi.

if you call them a straight couple i will shove you into the infinity corridor.

do not erase their sexuality.

[gretasworld]

" Its a good horse "

[demigoddessqueens]

Hello there may I request a gender who gets sugar rushes once they're on it they're just all over the place running up and down or just getting into shenanigans such as causing mischief or just being silly. Can this be with the Vox Machina and Castlevania/Nocturne.

Sure!

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Alucard

He’s watching you with a half exasperated, half “they’re cute when they ramble-talk” expression

Trevor

Either he unknowingly gave you all that sugar or did it on purpose just to see how hyper you get for his amusement

Sypha

That’s it! No more sugar for you! That is, until the next time you see her and she’s just as hyper

Greta

She has to keep you from wandering off yet at the same she’s eyeing that candy too like “hmmm….maybe just one piece…”

Richter

He’s just as hyper as you, even without the candy, and encourages your antics

Dracula and Lisa

Drac himself is exasperated with your pranks and Lisa can only have so much patience before she’s like “ok that’s enough for today”

Lenore

Vampires don’t get as hyper as humans do but she thinks it’s naively cute seeing you like this, feeling a small sugar rush herself form your blood

Hector

He’s watching you flit around, trying not to laugh, but can help but burst into a fit of giggles with how you act with the Undead animals

Maria

She’s just naturally hyper and giggling like crazy seeing you high on sugar

Annette

She can’t help but laugh at some of the things you say but also tries to keep you from overdoing it on the pranks

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Thank you for answering the question!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Trevor: 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Belmonts hunt monsters, and they protect people. 

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

Sypha: 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sypha feels their current existence is punishment enough. 

Alucard: 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Greta: 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They decide to consult Trevor.

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

Everyone ends up at a loss.

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

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

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

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

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“Damn That Impudent Dhampir” - An Alucard Tepes X OC Fanfiction (Part 10)

The next night, a messenger from the village of Danesti came to our door, alerting us that there had been night creatures spotted, nearby. Alucard and I were shocked that the battle was going to happen so very soon. Without any further thoughts or delays, we immediately prepared ourselves. On horseback, we traveled to the village, and lead Greta, and all of her villagers towards the castle. There weren’t too many of them, so keeping them inside and around the castle wasn’t too much of a hassle. We gathered around in the main hall, as soon as we returned. I stood in the middle, talking with some of the villagers. I asked them about these night creatures that they had been seeing. Their answers were pretty mundane; describing the monsters as ‘frightening’ and ‘ugly’. However, I realized, the more I chatted with these villagers… their answers did have one thing in common that stuck out to me. I was told by them that these night creatures seemed more ‘alive’ than ones you might normally encounter. A few even mentioned they thought that they had eyes that were way too human-like. I had never heard of anything like those descriptions about night creatures. I surely had never seen one with ‘human-like’ eyes, either. I bit my lip in thought, as I walked over to a far wall. I leaned up against it, staring at the floor as I contemplated the whole situation. I knew there would be a chance that some of these villagers would flee, or cower away from the fight… I glanced around, and noticed that as Greta and a few assistants of hers were wandering around. They were explaining how to use the weapons to the men and women that were wielding them. However, it looked to me as if they would have a hard time. I felt quite sorry for these people. The majority of them didn’t even know how to defend themselves properly, and now this battle was due to throw itself into motion at any time. My weary gaze traveled over to the right of the main hall. Some young children were crying, and so terribly scared. My heart ached for them, and I nearly had to hold back tears at that sight. I remembered being a young kid, and feeling that awful, terrifying feeling of true fear. These poor children would be kept inside the castle, of course, while the rest of us fought. Even so, I knew there was the possibility night creatures could still get to them. I then averted my gaze, unable to think about it any longer. I shook my head, almost violently, to keep my composure and stay alert. It was then that I realized Greta had been standing next to me. I suddenly turned to face her, and she gave me a small smile. I smiled back, subtly, almost unable to smile fully.

“You’re a half-pixie aren’t you?”, she asked me.

“Yes”, I replied, nodding.

“I haven’t seen a pixie, or a variant of the species in so long…”, she added, with an admiring gaze.

I blushed at her admiration, and I laughed nervously.

“Unfortunately, our kind is diminishing quite quickly, over the last thousand years”, I told her, with a shrug.

“Oh? Why is that?”, she wondered, tilting her head.

“Well… there’s been an extremely odd genetic mutation plaguing my kind, according to a book on our history. I read that about three years ago”, I explained. “Supposedly, lots of pixies have been born with infertility, or have been sterile.”

“That’s so sad to hear…”, she shook her head, slowly, looking very sorry.

“It’s alright. Not much I can do… however, for some reason, the relations between humans and pixies have been ever so fruitful”, I went on. “Obviously, how I got here. The catch is that it’s looked down upon for pixies and humans to be with one another, in that way.”

“Why’s that?”

“There was a war very long ago, between pixies and humans. For some context, pixies are the reason that humans nowadays have magic. We brought our knowledge with us, when we left our homeland of Pierra. Humans, however, tried to take credit for what we naturally possessed and passed down to them. They decided that we were a lesser kind, and that they could do without us, ever since we gifted them what we knew.”

Greta was silent for some moments afterwards, staring at me with wide eyes. Eventually, she softened, and slowly closed her eyes.

“That is terrible… Your ancestors never deserved that. I had no idea that magic originates from pixies”, she told me. “Humans should be eternally grateful.”

I laughed, softly.

“They should… however, most of them don’t even know about that war, at all, or of the true origin of magic. You very seldom find the truth, because too many of them didn’t want it in history books”, I replied. “Thought it might soil their kind’s image.”

She nodded, slowly. “I see…”

I glanced back down at the floor, and suddenly felt a nudge in my side. My head quickly whipped up, once more. I looked up to see Greta smirking at me.

“He’s staring at you…”, she whispered, subtly nodding her head to somebody in front of me.

I slowly turned to see who it was. It was Alucard. He was staring at me. However, once I looked up, he realized I met his gaze. He immediately spun around, in a flustered manner. This was the second time that I’d caught him staring at me that way, since I’d met him. I couldn’t help but blush, and smile real big.

“Heheh… isn’t he cute? Are you sure you guys aren’t more than friends?”, Greta asked me, narrowing her eyes at me, teasingly.

I immediately began laughing, and I sighed.

“No… I reassure you, we aren’t”, I answered her, honestly.

“Well, I can definitely tell he likes you a whole lot”, she pressed on.

I giggled, and shook my head, trying to brush it off.

“I don’t think so… him and I don’t actually get along too much”, I told her, my smile slowly fading.

Greta sighed, and slowly turned to look at me.

“In that case, do you guys not get along more because he is avoidant of you? Or are you the one more avoidant of him? This is important.”

I thought for a moment, but immediately knew it was mainly Alucard who made it extremely difficult for us to get along.

“It’s… it’s more him. You see, we’re only living together, because a friend of ours insisted that we do so”, I began. “We were both on our own, and so she encouraged us to give it a shot. I guess we kind of are, but… we barely talk, and sometimes it’s like living with a stranger. He’s very rude to me, a lot, and even when he’s helpful… it’s like he’s only doing it for himself—no genuine selflessness.”

She slowly nodded, and then took my hands.

“He probably just has a lot of feelings towards you, and so it makes him act out. He’s a man… of course he doesn’t want you to know he likes you so much. Men are very afraid of women, no matter what they might tell you. Besides, I’d be pretty afraid of you”, she told me, with a laugh.

“What? Why?”, I asked, laughing as well.

“Because! Look at you… you’re a gorgeous little pixie with buxom curves… you stand out amongst everybody, and that would get any young man’s attention!”, she complimented me. “And don’t think I can’t tell you like him, too.”

I blushed a ton, and averted my gaze.

“Y-yeah… I really do.”

She let go of my hands, and gently placed a hand on my shoulder.

“Keep your head up, okay?”

I nodded at her words, before she began to walk away, to help more of her villagers. I decided to make a bold move, and start a conversation with Alucard while we had time. I moved from my place against the wall, across from him, and I walked confidently in his direction.

“Alucard, hey, I—“, I started up, immediately causing him to turn to face me with curiosity.

At that moment, we all heard and felt the ground shaking, and horrible noises erupted from outside the castle. Alucard and I gasped, and gave each other knowing looks. Villagers around us clamored, and children cried. We could hear Greta’s voice over the commotion, commanding her soldiers, and quickly telling them how things would go for them. I saw couples kissing each other, with tears in their eyes, and a pregnant woman was held closely by her husband. They both sobbed, and I could sort of hear her man profusely apologizing, promising he would do his best to come out alive. I looked back at Alucard, and realized he had still been looking at me, the entire time my eyes had been wandering around.

“Get ready! Strike!”, Greta screamed above the raucous.

Immediately, we went screaming like Vikings rushing into battle. I summoned up my bow and arrows, and I flew out of the castle as fast as I could. My eyes widened at the sight outside. The sky was a horrible, dark gray. Thunder struck here and there, causing the ground to rumble. Ugly, winged night creatures flew above the castle roof, screeching their hideous noises. Ahead, villagers were already stabbing, shooting, and sparring with the creatures. One of the night creatures soaring above attempted to swoop down at grab at me, horribly scratching up my right thigh. I screamed and cursed in pain, before quickly shooting it with a poisoned arrow. This alerted the other four, and I quickly fluttered away. Once I felt brave enough, I spun around, mid-air. I faced them, head on, and shot them down. However, I didn’t realize there was a fifth one. I got the shock of my life when I was suddenly wrestling this night creature, mid-air. I held it back with all the strength I had, and I punched and kicked wildly at it. This only seemed to make it angrier, and it viciously clawed at my right ear, tearing a piece of it clean off. I screamed in pain, again, and anger coursed through me. I growled, and could feel my body heat rising. I didn’t have to look in a mirror to know I looked rabid. I hadn’t been this angry in so long. It was instinct that on a rare occasion, pixies can get angry enough to start experiencing a berserker rage, almost like a viking taking hallucinogenic mushrooms before a war. The little fangs I had grew slightly, and my eyes were now bloodshot. I wildly stabbed a poisoned arrow into the creature’s eye, causing it to screech in agony. I stabbed it again, and again until I was certain it was dead. The smell of blood seemed to egg me on, and my vision blurred with the high body temperature I acquired in my rage-filled state. With a violent cry of rage, I flew into the midst of the battle, shooting and stabbing every night creature I could. The rest of the battle felt like a blur to me, but the very last thing I remembered was how my body temperature had grown too hot from my rage state. I staggered about in the middle of the battlefield, my vision now extremely blurred. My eyes couldn’t focus properly, and I panted heavily. I fell to my hands and knees, and somebody had picked me up. I didn’t know who picked me up, but it scared me out of my wits. I thrashed in their arms, desperately pushing at them. I was afraid I was being kidnapped, or killed, or something. I couldn’t speak, so I only let out inarticulate growls and cries of anger. Eventually, though, I passed out in their arms, the last of my consciousness fading to a deep slumber-like feeling.

Hours later, I awoke in my bed, with a start. I sat up, immediately. I panted, my heart racing.

“It’s alright”, a voice from next to me suddenly spoke, and I immediately realized it was Alucard.

I slowly turned to look at him, and I sobbed slightly.

“What? Where’s everybody else? I have to keep fighting, we can’t be sitting around!”, I raised my voice, trying to get out of bed.

He grabbed my wrist.

“No! You need to rest! I don’t know what the hell happened to you out there, but you were acting more psychotic than an animal ridden with rabies”, he scolded me, insisting I stayed in bed.

“Let go of me, you dick!”, I shot back at him, yanking my wrist out of his grip.

“Lorena!”, he yelled at me, his voice echoing through the room.

I turned to face him, with an extremely defiant glare.

“What the hell is your problem?!”, I screamed back.

“You have been out for two whole fucking days!”

I gasped, and felt a huge wave of shock wash over me.

“Wh-what?!”, I disbelievingly breathed out.

“Everything is okay, now… there were many, many casualties, but the people of Danesti—or the ones remaining—are safe and sound. You fought well. Greta even told me to tell you that she thanks you very much”, he told me, with a heavy sigh.

I sat down on the bed, and put my face in my hands.

“Come on, now… It’s okay”, he reassured me. “You don’t have to feel this bad.”

He placed a hand on my shoulder, and I shook him off. I stared up at him, tears now rolling down my face.

“No! You must think I’m a monster, now…”, I said, sobbing harder.

He sighed, and shook his head.

“No, I don’t. You’re wrong.”

I scoffed, “Yeah, right.”

He grabbed me by my shoulders, and stared into my eyes with an intense gaze.

“I don’t think you’re a monster. I’m just wondering what the hell that was, out there.”

He raised his eyebrows at me, expectantly, his eyes not leaving mine.

“It’s… It’s a survival instinct of pixies, and other pixie variants…”, I explained. “It’s like a rage state that happens on the rare occasion that we’re under enough stress and anger. It stems from our more prehistoric ancestors, known as sprites. They came from Denmark… they were vicious warriors, and most of them were eventually vikings.”

Alucard sighed, and then an awkward smile plastered upon his face.

“Do you know what I think?”, he asked me, softly.

“What?”, I asked, with a sigh.

“I think… you were so brave. So strong. If your ancestors are vikings, that battle showed me that you’re just as strong as them, if not stronger”, he told me.

At first, I only stared back at him. I sighed, not truly believing that’s what he actually thought of me. I shook my head, subtly, as I stared at him. He just kept on staring back, his eyes glazed with a wonder in them I hadn’t seen before.

“I know I haven’t been… very good to you. I’m sorry about that”, he apologized. “I really mean that.”

“I… I forgive you. I’m just—why?”, I questioned, shaking my head with a disappointed look in my eyes.

He sighed, and stood back up.

“I guess… you fascinate me more than I’d like to admit. I’m a man of science, a lot like my father, and I strive for knowledge… however, I’ve never been so curious about anything until you came around. I-I guess you just… ever since I met you, you’ve created this itch in my brain that I can’t quite figure out. You’re just… so familiar, and something about you just draws me in”, he began. “I feel like no matter how much it scares me, I just want to know more about you… I acted out, and I’ve been so rude because I don’t know how to handle these intense feelings. I’m very sorry.”

My heart thumped in my chest, feeling like it could just soar right from my ribcage. I breathed in deep, breathing in some of Alucard’s pheromones. I stared deep into his eyes, and I slowly stood up off the edge of my bed. I didn’t know what to say, I was so touched by Alucard’s revelation. I couldn’t believe that’s all it was this whole time… Greta was right. He just was having a hard time with his emotions. I slowly reached up, and cupped his face in my hands. Wasting no time, he suddenly gave me a quick kiss on my lips. I gasped, but I smiled.

“I-I’m sorry, I just…”, he apologized, blinking, seeming dumbfounded by his own reaction, as if he wasn’t expecting to make a move on me.

I blushed, and laughed very softly.

“It’s okay…”, I replied, with a little smile. “I… I didn’t mind that.”

“Actually… neither did I”, he said, scratching the back of his neck, awkwardly.

We were silent for a while, and just stared at one another, unsure of what to say. I could feel the electricity between us, though, and it was exhilarating.

“I… I’ll be in the library…”, Alucard told me, finally breaking the silence.

I nodded. “Y-yeah. Hehe…”, I nervously giggled.

He gave me a smile, and then turned and quickly walked out. As soon as he left, I laid back on my bed, and stared up at the ceiling. I was so very happy that we finally seemed to be getting along, and I was even more happy that he kissed me. A goofy smile appeared on my face, and I sighed with pure relief and bliss. I was in love… deep love. I couldn’t wait to see where it would go.

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Alright. This fic has been finished for quite a while, but I finally get around to uploading it. For once a Gretrephacard fanfic, with some emphasis on the Greta/Trevor dynamic. Because let's face it: Sticking them together will just end up with some bad ideas. lol

In this case: Trevor finds a book on sex magic. They think it is a great thing to try out and surprise the other two. It goes wrong.

Smut | Explicit | 5111 words

“But you are not a magician.” Greta raised an eyebrow. Though the woman was not stupid. And other than him, she had actually dabbled in magic quite a bit during those last few years. Reading his intention on his face, she smiled. “I call dips.”

“How am I supposed to understand that?” he asked.

“Well, I take your wife, you take your husband.”

He groaned, though he was unable to quite contain his chuckle. “That sounds so wrong.”

“Except you will just leave it all to me,” she replied with a grin.

He was still chuckling, hiding his face behind his hand. But then he nodded. “Sure. Fine. What is your plan?”

Browsing through the book some more, she was thinking. “Oh, I might have an idea.”