#hevor

[alzenidkk]

Hector & Trevor 👀

( I really like how this turned out)

[beevean]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged last Wednesday by @wingedknightrose, thank you! But I didn't have anything to show.

So today I started another WIP hoping that I can get something done :P

Tagging @true-blue-sonic, @crusherthedoctor, @monochromatictoad, @simonsquest (yes again), @pancakbun and anyone who has something to share!

And happy new year 💖

The morning sun had always been one of Trevor’s favorite sights. He gasped, drinking more of its crisp, cool air. The more he breathed, the more the blade pressed against his jugular; Trevor squinted at the rays of the nascent sun reflecting from it, and from hair shimmering silver, swaying in the breeze. “I’ve won,” Hector declared, out of breath and flushed cheeks as luminescent as the sun behind him. His arrogant grin just as dazzling to Trevor’s heavy eyes. Although, with his back pressed against a tree and in danger of a close shaving, perhaps his judgment wasn’t the soundest. He couldn’t help but cherish any occasion in which his heart raced and his blood pumped and every muscle in his body burned and he was alive. Slowly, Trevor moved a hand to his forehead, to wipe the sweat trickling down his temple. Hector’s eyes followed his movement, cautious: and in normal circumstances he would have felt a twinge of annoyance, at the idea that his ally wouldn’t trust him, but he couldn’t deny it… he enjoyed being observed by such a striking pair of eyes, colder than the night giving way to the dawn, but thawed by exertion and the pride of victory. Yes, he didn’t mind at all that Hector leaned even closer to him, close enough that his stare landed on Trevor’s cheek like a caress. Close enough to feel the heat radiating from him, shielding him from the morning air. “Hah! You’ve won because I let you, Forgemaster,” he laughed, all too aware of the weakness of his excuse. Yet, it wasn’t a complete lie. It went without saying that he couldn’t unleash the might of a Belmont on a human, even one that had taken a step beyond humanity. (Not that he fully regretted striking his whip on every inch of Hector’s skin, back in that cathedral. Had he kept his hand to his side, the two would have never become friends. Funny how his life worked. Besides, it had been quite the amusing tale.) And Hector had been confident and cunning, quick on his feet with the sword and ruthless in distracting Trevor with one of his little blasphemies. He had nothing to reprimand himself for. Allowing Hector to retain his prowess was the reason he happily accepted to give him a hand… clutched around his whip, of course. Nevertheless, despite his own training, and despite Hector’s urging, he couldn’t bring himself to hurt the other man too grievously. Just enough to split his skin and let the blood flow. Hector licked his split lip to catch a droplet from a cut, and Trevor’s heart skipped a beat. “Normally, I would be offended at the insinuation” His eyes darted downwards. “But this time, I can believe you with ease.” Damn it, he was perceptive when it was convenient to him. And his pants were looser than Hector’s, to boot.

[belxmont]

Hector to Trevor: "It's nothing, go back to bed."

:3c

Hector would be lying if he told himself he didn't know when this started to happen. When he began sharing a bed with a Hunter, a Belmont no less, than sleeping in the quiet, peaceful privateness of his own quarters. When he began eagerly awaiting for nightfall so that he may sneak away into Trevor's room.

While their trysts had been enjoyable and seemingly countless by this point, the Forgemaster can recall every single moment to mind at will if he so chose. Every quieted moan, every breathless plea, every wanton cry of 'more, harder, please'. Catalogued every single sound Trevor has made and committed to the deepest, most intimate parts of his mind.

So why is it that, when he's lying awake next to the Trevor, who sleeps so peacefully with a Monster at his side, albeit a reforming one, his chest begins to tighten and his heart begins to flutter uncontrollably against his ribcage?

Trevor stirs then, as Hector gazes down at him with pale eyes. His back is still turned towards Hector and he runs calloused fingertips over the span of tanned skin on display, smiling softly as the Hunter finally turns to face him.

"What's wrong?" Trevor asks, wrapping an arm around Hector and tugging him close. A lovers embrace. An anchor to ground his wandering mind. A comforting warmth when the chill of the Castle sinks into his bones. Hector shakes his head gently and plants a kiss underneath a scarred cheek.

"It's nothing, go back to sleep." Hector replies, and allows himself to drift off to sleep. But not before an even softer, quieter confession leaves his lips.

"Please Gods, if you do exist, if you'll listen to a Monster like me. Please let this last a little longer..."

[ask-hector-and-isaac]

@ isaac: why you such a little bitch???

@ hector: dinner later? ;)

(Isaac survives AU)

Isaac: Being stabbed once wasn't enough for you, insolent wretch?

If you wish for an encore, I am only happy to oblige... but I'll be aiming for the throat, to shut you up.

Hector: You sound as if you're disappointed you weren't invited as well...

Isaac: Is my sister not enough for you, you whore?!

Hector, ignoring him: How surprisingly polite of you, Belmont. I may accept... depending on whether or not you also bring your whip with you.

[chasseurlegendaire]

🎲 for Hector? ;)

send 🎲 to generate a kiss!

31. A kiss to the inner thigh

Hector wasn't moving anymore, not with his hands folded behind his pale tresses and his sight lowered to the ground. He's still in that uniform, mostly, with parts of it missing or torn to pieces and hanging off of his body. The cuts clearly were made by the lashings of a whip, the very one that one Trevor C. Belmont carries with him always. His breathing is labored, thighs quivering as he does his best to keep still and not react to his treatment.

The tightness in his pants is very telling, as is his expression accompanied by sounds of ecstasy when he is struck again. Oh Trevor adored how pretty the forgemaster looked with those little red "ribbons" all across his skin, some of them deep enough to cut - only when Hector begged him to punish him further.

"Do you not think I'm sorry enough? Strike me again!"

That last crack tore more of his tight, leather pants and snapped some of the fastenings on the outer leg, the buttons and straps and through the blue fabric that barely protected his now uncovered, milky thigh. It's music to Trevor's ears when his cute sparring partner is trying to hide that he disobeyed their agreement, now standing just upon him.

The Vampire Killer wasn't meant to be used in such a way, yet its sting was still (albeit eagerly) requested. It was the only thing keeping Trevor's gloved fingers from making direct contact with Hector's skin.

"What do we say?" Trevor asks calmly, red-hot fury woven in leather and magic is pushed up on his complacent captive's chin to tilt his head, noticing that quivering from before never went away, and it wasn't from the cold. It's of anticipation, of wanting more and having to patiently wait for that sweet release.

"Kiss me." A pause. "Sir."

It was almost as if Hector wasn't sure what title to use. But no matter. Hector is starting to waver, knees buckling and the muscles in his arms aching. But he forgot something. Oh of course. Mind his manners, yes?

He swallows the lump in his throat.

"Please."

As if Trevor needed to tease the young man any further, the coils of his weapon are trailed down and catch upon ruined flared collars and exposed, blushed flesh. Down does Trevor go where it's almost as if he is the one to bow to Hector instead, but the Vampire Killer's presence upon the very area where he would have loved Julia with the previous night, the very thing that may have given her a daughter at last... had the shaking leaf of a man forfeit any kind of idea on that.

Belmont takes a knee, swearing a kind of oath to care for his current lover proper.

"Spread them." He commands, not moving the whip from that dangerous area even when he is heard and obeyed. Hector graciously slides his ankles farther apart, the gap between his exposed thighs is widened enough for Trevor. He leans in and lays kiss after kiss along the innermost part of the most uncovered thigh, palming meat of the other with his free hand and then, at last. He's satisfied with Hector's performance.

His breath is hot against the leather that still barely stretched and clung to just as shapely hips. Trevor is face to face with it, knowing the whip isn't the right tool for this job as blue eyes meet grey.

"Is my kitten ready for his reward?"

If Hector allowed himself to scream, he would burst in that instant.

[mieldyne]

I hate to see you go, but love watching you leave.

[the-crow-binary]

A little Hevor dialogue @beevean wanted me to post ❤️ (in the same continuity as her latest hevor post ❤️)

Hector: So.... about the kiss we shared....

Trevor: ? What about it?

Hector: ... was it a honest one?

Trevor: What do you mean?

Hector: It wasn't another result of the curse, was it? You kissed me because you desired to?

Trevor: Hah! Dracula's curse, making us kiss? Now that would be funny. And hardly torture. But no, it wasn't that... It was coming from the bottom of my heart.

Hector: Well, that's good to know.

Trevor: What about you? Did you lean into it because of the curse?

Hector, smirking: And what if I said yes, Belmont? That I was just out of my mind?

Trevor, smirking back: Well, then you better have a very good explanation as to why your face is so close to mine right now.

Hector: Maybe some of the curse remains.... I do feel a little light-headed....

Trevor: Oh no. That's terrible. A honest kiss should probably cure you.

Hector: It doesn't hurt to try. ❤️

[randomkposts]

Tamaki Uchida as a Persona user

I want Tamaki fic. From If to P2. As she went to two schools that had demon outbreaks, became a devil summoner/part time detective while going to  college, then was probably awake during the dark hour, and that's probably the most in the know POV possible over multiple games. Unless you do Philemon or Nyarlathotep's POV, I guess. 

She was traumatized by the first one, refused to participate in the second one, and had moved city's and a world ending event happened.

Then the dark hour

I want Eriko/ Elly to drag her into the quest

They are both on the fencing team. Eriko is fascinated by The supernatural. And brave. And Tamaki knows the supernatural well from personal experience

So P1 protagonist, Mark, Nanjo Kei, Maki, and Reiji are doing the SEBEC questline. 

Yukino, Brown, Yuka, and Elly set out on the Snow Queen quest. Eriko notices Tamaki knows her Demon lore, and refuses the sword she offers, instead pulling her into the party

So on one hand Tamaki and Tadashi being a Devil Summoner duo is a cool concept if you choose to forget he's a self insert. Weird pairing, apparently canon. 

He is probably a strong source of support to her canonically, if you choose to view him as a character divorced from the self insert nature. But also we don't see it in focus often, so… I could take or leave him. 

But it would be interesting to have  a character who can summon Personas and Demons, and she is a crossover of 3 fandoms with her appearances in games. 

I would say Tamaki’s arcana is Strength for her starting persona.  The other bests are Justice, and chariot to start. Bads are, hanged man, the devil.

In persona 2 IS ,her goods are lovers, and the other 3 affinities.

In EP, one of her bests has changed to magician. Judgment has shown up in good. Possibly in place of lovers.  Hanged man is neutral. 

Hmm

Anyway as a Strength arcana, I'm thinking her starting persona might be Hervor. (From wikipedia)

Hervor was born after her father Angantyr's death (he died during a duel against the Swedish hero Hjalmar) to his wife Svafa, who was daughter of a Jarl Bjarmar. Rather than take on sewing or be raised as a bond-maid like other girls, Hervor proved to be as strong as the boys and learned archery, swordsmanship, and horse riding.

She dressed like a man, fought, killed and pillaged under her male surname Hjörvard. When she learned of her father's identity she decided to live as her father and to find Tyrfing, the magic sword."

One day, she arrived with her fleet to Munarvágr on Samsø (Samsey), but she was the only one who dared to embark on the haunted island. The remainder of her crew feared the nightly activities around the barrows on the island. As she approached the barrows she saw a fire shining above them, and she approached the largest one. She then talked with a loud voice summoning her father Angantyr to reveal himself. She said that as his daughter she was entitled to her rightful inheritance, Tyrfing. Then, she also summoned her eleven uncles and she did so with such a loud voice and such harsh words that finally, her father's voice was heard and he asked not to pursue her quest. She did not give in but continued to ask for her rightful inheritance.

Finally, the grave opened and in its centre a fire was shining. There she saw her father, and he warned her not to ask for the sword. It would bring death to their whole clan if she used it. Still, she persisted. Finally the sword was cast out of the grave, and she eagerly gripped it, bid farewell to her dead kinsmen and walked to the shore.

However, when she arrived at the shore, the ships were gone. Her crew had been scared away by the fires and the thunder from the barrows."

Eventually, she managed to leave the island and arrived at the court of Gudmund of Glæsisvellir. She still dressed herself as a man and called herself Hervarðr. Cunningly, she helped the king to win playing tafl. However, she also slew a courtier who tried to unsheathe Tyrfing after she had left it on a chair. Then, she resumed her Viking activities, and travelled far and wide.

After a while she grew tired of the adventures and returned to her foster-father Bjartmar. At Bjartmar's residence, she betook herself to sewing and embroidering like other girls, and was considered to be a beautiful and good-mannered girl.

King Gudmund's son Höfund, then arrived to ask for her hand, and she said yes. The old king Gudmund arranged a grand wedding, and entrusted the kingdom in the hands of the young couple. They lived happily and had two sons who were given the names Angantyr and Heidrek.

The sword Tyrfing would continue its ill work, and Heidrek slew his brother Angantyr with the sword. "

Tamaki does not so much go searching for a sword, but answers the call and receives a COMP. She goes on a journey and potentially saves her school or damns it. 

Then she tries to get out, to go do fairly normal girl stuff, fencing,and  avoid future Devil instances.

Of course, that doesn't work long term, but she tried.

For Evolved persona, am considering Bradamante.

(From Wikipedia)

“Bradamante, a female Christian knight in the service of Charlemagne, is the sister of Rinaldo and the daughter of Duke Amon, the duke of Dordognes.[4] She falls in love with a Saracen warrior named Ruggiero, but she refuses to marry him unless he converts from Islam. An expert in combat, she wields a magical lance that unhorses anyone it touches, and rescues Ruggiero from being imprisoned by the wizard Atlantes.She is described as wearing white, with a white shield and a crest of a pennon.

She is one of the French warriors fighting during a Saracen invasion into France. She is in the middle of fighting a Saracen warrior, Rodomont, when another Saracen warrior, Ruggiero, informs her that Charlemagne is retreating. Bradamante tries to leave to join the rest of the French forces, but Rodomont keeps her from leaving. Ruggiero, finding Rodomont’s actions dishonorable, steps in to fight Rodomont to allow Bradamante to leave. However, Bradamante is unable to catch up to Charlemagne’s army and instead returns to Rodomont and Ruggiero, feeling guilty for leaving someone else to fight in her place. Rodomont is impressed with the honor of Ruggiero and Bradamante and rides off, leaving Ruggiero and Bradamante together. They are mutually impressed with one another and share their identities. Bradamante also removes her helmet, revealing to Ruggiero for the first time that she is a woman. An ambush then manages to separate them.

The two lovers are separated many more times in the story, and Bradamante faces many challenges. She travels to a castle made of steel to rescue Ruggiero from the wizard Atlantes with the help of the sorceress Melissa and a magic ring, escapes from a castle full of illusions,and encounters many other difficulties.

After the lovers are reunited, Rinaldo grants Ruggiero his blessing to marry Bradamante. However, her parents reject the suitor even after Ruggiero converts to Christianity, preferring a Leo, the son of the Greek emperor Constantine. Bradamante manages to convince King Charlemagne to decree that she will only marry a man who can withstand her in battle, greatly angering her parents, who nonetheless reluctantly agree. Ruggiero, meanwhile, sets off to kill Leo. On the way, he finds the Constantine’s forces battling the Bulgarians. Ruggiero immediately enters the battle to assist the Bulgarians, who had been losing, and manages to turn the tide of the battle. However, he is captured and imprisoned by the Greeks. Leo, impressed with Ruggiero’s valor, 4frees him. He then asks for a favor, and Ruggiero, grateful for his freedom, promises to grant whatever Leo asks. Leo, having learned of Bradamante’s challenge and knowing he isn’t strong enough to win against her, asks that Ruggiero fight Bradamante on his behalf. Ruggiero reluctantly keeps his promise and disguises himself as Leo to fight Bradamante. He wins the match and retreats to the woods, wishing to die. There, Leo finds him and asks what is wrong. After Ruggiero reveals his identity and that he is in love with Bradamante, Leo annuls the engagement to let Bradamante and Ruggiero wed. At the end, their marriage gives rise to the noble House of Este, who were patrons to both Boiardo and Ariosto.

The poems drew from legends of Charlemagne, chansons de geste, and blended recurring motifs found in the Matter of France and the Matter of Britain. Bradamante and Ruggiero's romance is most likely made to parallel the romance of Angelica and Orlando. Bradamante and Ruggiero's love is reciprocated and honorable, whereas Orlando is driven mad with love and Angelica despises him. Bradamante also spends much of Orlando Furioso chasing down her love to save him, contrasting with Angelica, who spends most of the story running from Orlando."

Key word here is tries. In contrast to the first legend where she tries to give up the call and find love, the second legend has her keeping the call and finding an equal. Coursr that also depends ln keeping her OG arc. Or shifting to give her a new role in the stories.

I don't think the first Persona game was as thematically tied to legends origins. Also there's Nanjo, who has his butler as his ultimate so yolo.

One of her other bests are fortune dependant of Nova from SMT If. 

-Chariot for strength

-Magician for speed

-Temperance for balanced

-Wheel of fortune for luck

The other is justice, as she can either uphold fair decisions and consequences, and save the people, or she can turn on that and make decisions that are unfair, and lack accountability, and dishonest, as per SMT If.

The ones she is at odds with are hanged man and devil.

Hanged man is a card of stasis. A lack of a decision. Which she is at odds with. After all, she's always making some kind of decision be it active or passive.

-Upright card (keywords): Breaking old patterns, Circumspection, Letting go, Metamorphosis,

-Reversed card (keywords): Egotism, Inability to change, Missing an opportunity

And devil, a decision card. 

-Upright card (keywords): Bondage, Enslavement, Fear, Feeling trapped, Materialism, Temptation, more

-Reversed card (keywords): Breaking from addictions, Divorce, Freedom from restraints

Tamaki is not a character to stay still, take stock. It does not vibe with her strength Tarot. But as the hanged man card reveals she is keeping still, and the devil indicates she is the one trapping herself in it.  To make the best choices for her heart, she needs to reflect on what she wants, and cast off the self restraints keeping her from it. 

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Of course, I'm not a Tarot expert. This is mostly with what I look up online. Feel free to add more in the comments or reblogs if you like. 

What Arcana's do you think Tamaki would have affinities for if she could summon a persona? And what Personas would you give her?