Trevor Belmont

last son of the house of belmont private security guard

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nameofmymother​:

    coming to the bar, he had hardly expected to actually engage in any sort of conversation aside from speaking with the bartender. he’d been more focused on coming in, getting his mind off the day while he drank maybe two glasses of the alcohol of choice. now, he was a bit more thrown off, especially in the presence of such a handsome stranger. that much had been clear the minute his eyes had landed on the man. perhaps the night was finally starting to look up now, if he got to spend even a small amount of time with the other. needless to say, adrian was more than surprised as he watched trevor place a light kiss upon his knuckles, more stunned by the action than anything else. it was something out of of those period movies or novels. an action that adrian didn’t often see people engaging in during this age. 

    “trevor. a pleasure, then.” there’s a faint blush to his pale cheeks, the smile present becoming more shy. he wasn’t quite sure if the other man was merely being friendly, or if he was actively flirting. matters that adrian certainly didn’t have too much experience in. tilting his head at the offer, he pulls his hand back almost reluctantly before finally giving an affirming nod. “company would be greatly appreciated, actually. i’d meant to come here to drink alone, but, as you said it’s not as fun as one would make it seem. what are you drinking?? only seems fair i do give you that refill if you’re going to be keeping me company.”

this is a stupid idea. a really incredibly dumb absurd notion, to willingly put himself in the line of fire. to flirt with adrian, to spend time with him, to even expose himself to this is self-destructive. but then... that’s what trevor does best, isn’t it? self-destruct. and without his lifelines, the two people who gave him a sense of belonging, of peace again, trevor’s not going to last long without doing something utterly absurd. and apparently, this is it. sitting here, close enough to adrian to admire every beautiful - albeit different - part of him. the blue eyes are a bit of a surprise compared to the usual bright golden hues, but he’s just as gorgeous as ever. more, maybe, without his sorrow and trauma hanging over him, something that never seemed to disappear even as he heaped.

“oh no - believe me, the pleasure’s all mine.” trevor says without thinking. despite what alucard thought of him at first, trevor was more than capable of being charming when he wanted to be. something he’d proven in time. something he’ll prove again here, apparently. now, adrian could certainly shoot him down. trevor wouldn’t blame him - he’s not exactly the best catch around. but for some reason he doesn’t, and trevor doesn’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad. “well then, it’s only fair i oblige.” he says as he finishes off the last of his drink, abandoning the glass on the bar before sliding over to a stool closer to adrian. stupid. stupid, what are you thinking here belmont - “ah, another beer will be fine, thank you.” trevor directs the comment half to adrian and half to the bartender, “no doubt you have.. finer tastes, but a cold beer is a soothing way to end a long day, in my line of work.”

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nameofmymother​:

     there is, unfortunately, not even a remote trace of recognition as eyes roam over the other man. no longer that warm, golden color that had him standing out as something other than human. here, in this town, the dhampir no longer possessed those vampiric traits or abilities, nor held any memories of a life that he had lived prior to this one. all the pain, all of the grief, and all of the adventures and battles fought were just… gone. now, adrian only believed himself to have lived this particular life, moving to copper springs in order to work at the local hospital. and though there was no recognition, there was no denying the way that he was drawn to trevor. a moth to a flame. 

     “oh??” a delicate brow is quirked at the man’s words, amusement clear in his tone. adrian carefully sets his drink back down onto the bar, his attention shifting more fully towards the other. “well, if it helps – adrian tepes.” he offers up a smile, holding out an offered hand towards trevor. no alucard. no… nothing. that name was not one that he bore in this life, after all. there was no reason to. 

what he had suspected before, he knows now to be true, and trevor can feel his heart break that little bit more in his chest. that old but familiar feeling begins to sink in - the loneliness he’d done his best to drink away for years after the belmonts had been excommunicated and killed before his eyes. the loneliness that had finally been chased away by the warmth and connection alucard and sypha had given him, despite how little he deserved it.

but.. with this comes a small blessing, as ridiculous as that might seem for him. it seems, with the loss of memories, comes a lightness to alucard - to adrian. one that trevor didn’t expect to ever see. that in itself is enough to bring a smile to his own lips, to dull the heartbreak enough to be able to face adrian as he is now. “pleasure, adrian.” not alucard - of course not. alucard wasn’t the name he was born with, it was one he was given. one out of the myth of a hero to save wallachia. a lifetime ago, it seems. he reaches to take adrian’s hand in his own and, feeling reckless in his pain, tips forward enough to press a very chaste kiss to his knuckles. something alucard would’ve done, in their time. “trevor belmont.” last son of the house of belmonts. it’s on the tip of his tongue, but it doesn’t belong here. this is a bad idea, trevor knows it is, but he can’t help himself - “would you mind some company? drinking alone certainly isn’t as much fun as it seems.”

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nameofmymother​:

    it wasn’t every day that adrian would frequent the local bar. in fact, it was one location that he tended to not go around even remotely often. today, however, just so happened to be one of those days where he needed a drink. or two. so here he was, perched on one of the chairs at the bar counter as he nursed his drink. nothing too much, just something to knock the edge off the day. as he carefully took another sip of the drink in hand, his gaze darted around the bar, mostly curious before his eyes settled onto a man not too far off.  “mind if i get you a refill??” // @lostscn​

trevor knows that voice. he would know that voice anywhere. it doesn’t matter where he is, what’s going on, how drunk he is - it doesn’t matter. trevor knows that voice. deceptively smooth, always somewhat sultry, and... warm. at least, the way he was used to alucard’s voice. warm, often disapprovingly amused, and full of love. something trevor’s missed fiercely since he awoke here without the dhampir.

his voice isn’t quite the same now, though. still smooth and sultry, yes. but.. no familiarity, warm or cold or otherwise. and trevor’s certainly heard all kinds of tones from the man. his gaze shifts towards alucard - and for the hundredth time, he’s struck by just how beautiful alucard is. but there’s.. no familiarity in alucard’s eyes. no recognition. no hint that the man even knows trevor, never mind - anything else. “i dunno if that’s a good idea. i tend to let my guard down with strangers if i drink too much.” it’s an absolute lie, but it’s the simplest way trevor can think of to confirm whether or not alucard remembers him.

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gvddamn​:

𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 : richie tozier .  𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : the cafe in town square . 

the weather’s been shit and the workday’s gone hand in hand — surely some strong caffeine’ll fix it, right? or at least remedy the last twenty minute trekking through the bitter cold to make it into the cafe. fingers gone near-numb as he reaches into his pocket for his wallet to pay the till employee for whatever he’s chosen at random off the menu, richie happens to glance back at the person in line behind him. for all he knows, their days gone just as dimly as his. and the good karma he’d reap wouldn’t be so bad, would it? he nods toward them, turning back to the till, and adds ❝ and whatever they want, too. paying it forward, or whatever the fuck. ❞ he flashes a quick grimace toward the other, then pauses as his eyes dart down to his wallet. ❝ within reason, i mean. like … three dollars reason. ❞

after a beer, coffee is about the best thing about being in this time. now that he’s had the joy of experiencing it, trevor’s not sure he’d want to go back to living without it. so when a complete stranger offers to buy him a coffee, trevor’s face splits into a grateful smile. “thank you.” he says quickly before putting in an order for a simple, black coffee. maybe not the best for taste, but best for effect which is absolutely what he needs for now. “three dollars goes a long way with the right kind of drink. i’ll have to remember to return the favour some day.”

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recklessabandons​:

peter liked to consider himself well versed in ‘ old school ’ technology. but it was one thing using it amongst the modern day marvels, it was another to be using only that. but still, peter was determined to make it work. plus, he liked how the pictures turned out on the 80′s cameras better anyways. it gave the whole nostalgia vibe and he was all for that. so taking a photography course seemed like a no brainer because it was something he never got the opportunity to indulge in back home to begin with. “ hey ! do you think i could take your picture real quick ? it’s for a project. i even have some props to go along. ” he said, gesturing behind him with a grin. 

trevor’s not stupid - okay, he’s not as bright as some, but he’s not completely useless. usually he can be pretty resourceful and find a way to manage with new... stuff. but the advancement in - technology, as they keep calling it, is something else entirely. he hesitates for a moment, choosing to take a sip of his coffee to delay answering, in part. “i don’t think i’m the man you want.” he murmurs, eyes moving from the kid’s face to the device in his hand. “i’m not great at - uh, pictures.” that’s what he’d called it, at least. “you’d probably be better off taking it yourself. don’t those things have timers or something?”

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hcartlessx​:

          open  starter  from  :  alice  cullen           location  :  downtown

→          two  seconds  .  that  was  all  the  time  she  was  allotted  to  feel  sorry  for  herself  .  it  wasn’t  that  she  meant  to  let  the  papers  go  flying  ,  those  darned  children  on  their  bicycles  –  they  would  definitely  be  the  death  of  her  during  her  busy  days  .  scratching  her  forehead  lightly  ,  internally  letting  the  aggressions  to  surpass  before  you  can  see  the  petite  woman  rushing  thrown  the  towns  downtown  ,  almost  tripping  over  her  feet  as  she  is  picking  up  the  papers  that  have  gotten  away  from  her  ,  hues  locking  in  on  a  piece  of  paper  on  the  other  side  of  the  road  .   ❝  hey  !  hey  !  please  ,  for  the  love  of  everything  grab  that  paper  before  the  wind  gets  it  again  !  ❞  she  shouts  towards  a  passing  stranger  .

“huh -” the sound comes out as more of an unintelligible grunt more than an actual word at the young woman’s shout. hangovers will do that to you - not that it’s any of her business, or anyone’s fucking business since no one he knows is actually here. but that’s beyond the point. he picks up enough of her words to look around for the paper that seems to be important enoufh for her to disturb a perfect stranger. with reflexes that do not match his appearance or response in any way, trevor’s hand whips out with surprising speed to catch the paper before it can be blown away - again, apparently. “uh - this the one you wanted?” he calls back to her, holding the paper up for her to see.

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( ben barnes , twenty-nine ) copper springs welcomes TREVOR BELMONT . they are originally from CASTLEVANIA , where HE is known to be RESOURCEFUL , RESILIENT , CYNICAL , & CLUMSY . they’ve landed in town WITH all their memories of their life before . these memories look like BLOOD-SPLATTERED..EVERYTHING , SCORCHING FLAMES , SORROWS DROWNED IN BEER . here’s hoping they fit into the eighties , for their own sake . ( star , she/her , 28 , aest )

i’m aware that gif is huge i promise i’ll never use one that size again but uh. look at my son i love him

history ;;

“what does your heart tell you you’re meant for? “infinite sadness.”

trevor’s life was doomed, seemingly from the start.

while he had a strong and well-supported childhood with a family that loved him, it wasn’t meant to be. the belmont family were renowned hunters, well known for hunting vampires and ridding the lands of their terror

but they also hunted other dark beings, witches and sorcerers and demons and the like, and the church deemed they couldn’t be that close to dark magic without succumbing to it - purely because they disagreed with the church’s teachings.

the belmont family were wrongly exiled and excommunicated, the belmont estate was burned down in front of of him, beaten and bleeding, when trevor was twelve years old. trevor was left alone, to fend for himself, cast out and mourning, ever since.

while trevor never lost the skills his family had taught him as a child, his life was far from easy. the older he grew the more lonely he became, plagued with pain and nightmares of losing his family, his home, carrying the belmont name on by himself and never feeling equipped to do so. he began drinking as soon as he could get his hands on some ale, and for twelve years trevor wandered wallachia, homeless, mostly drunk or hungover, merely surviving and never doing much beyond.

in 1476, after dracula had declared war on the human race and released his plague of night creatures on the world, trevor came across a band of speakers in the town of gresit. one of their band had gone missing, the leader’s granddaughter. in an effort to save them from a town that wanted them dead, trevor agreed to find her if they would leave one he had.

upon following her tracks underground trevor found and saved the woman - sypha, a speaker magician, who later saved his life when he was chased down by the townspeople for protecting them. after the two helped to protect the town from the nightcreatures, they fell into a very deep hold underground, where they found alucard, dracula’s dhampir son. after a very intense fight with trevor, alucard agreed to help them defeat dracula and save the human race, though he and trevor didn’t quite see eye to eye at first.

~i’m not going to write out canon events in depth so hit me if you have any specific questions - they did eventually succeed and alucard was left to protect dracula’s home and the belmont hold while trevor and sypha travelled to rid wallachia of what was left of the night creatures. below is non-canon events, for trevor he’s been pulled from 5 years after the end of s3~

after the events of s3, trevor and sypha returned to dracula’s castle to find a chilling sight - the body of two humans on spikes at the entrance, and an angry, sullen alucard inside. in time they were able to determine what had happened to alucard - though it took a number of false starts and trevor most certainly put his foot in his mouth a number of times

still, they were back together in their little found family, and able to support each other again, and over time alucard began to - very slowly - heal

the threat wasn’t over, though - carmilla and her plans to pen off wallachia into a giant feeding ground couldn’t be ignored and so they were once more off to hunt down vampires and save the humans of wallachia from a threat they couldn’t handle on their own. this took a number of months, up to a year after their return to the castle.

ever since the trio have stayed together and worked to continue the belmont cause - to protect people from various dark creatures and collect as much research as possible in the hold for future generations to be able to continue on their work. and trevor was finally able to become what he was meant to be as a belmont, with people around him who loved him.

copper springs specific ;;

what memories, if any, has your muse retained from their canon life?

trevor remembers everything up until the point from which he’s been pulled here, which isn’t the easiest way to live. while he’s fascinated by this new time, modern (to him) technology and such, he’s definitely struggling to adjust to having his own memories in what feels like an entirely different universe. he’s struggling with remembering the family and love he’d found, and knowing it’s not here, and being faced with that loneliness for the second time in his life is most definitely a lot for him to try and bear.

are they enjoying the new time and scenery they’re in in copper springs, or are they vying to get back to where they’ve come from?

a bit of both, really. he finds this time amazing with modern technology and advancements, and most key there’s no vampires or obvious threat to their lives, but he feels very much out of his depth here and has no idea what he’s meant to do. he also knows that beyond himself, alucard, and sypha there’s no one else to continue hunting down the dark creatures in wallachia back home, and so he does feel a sense of duty to return and continue his work, and his responsibilities.

how does your supernatural/superhuman muse feel about losing their abilities?

good thing for trevor, he never really had superhuman abilities. the belmonts had some magic in their blood but for trevor this was always dormant - for him it’s more about his trained, honed abilities which is harder to take, so at least in that regard he’s not out of his depth.