Hollow Coccoon Journal and Letter Transcripts (wip) - about ~75% complete
othwerwise, there's nothing here yet...
Most of these were written on over at @curse-of-darkness my side-blog :>. This is an archive of all my writing that i felt so inclined to share publically, The young boy was always eager to please his lord. He loved his lord through and through, there was no dispute. The lord once again came to him, he was eager to please. The man stroked and petted his possession, being so gentle as to not scratch him. “Please my lord, allow me” and straddling his lords thigh with legs shaking the young forge master reached out for his lord, holding him with gentle hands. He felt so weak under his lord, like prey under his gaze. But to be devoured in such a way was a truly intimate act. Vulnerable and asleep Hector looked so weak under him. Isaac couldn't help himself. It was rare to see him in such a state and Isaac planned to savor it. Drinking in the beauty of the angel. High off the ecstasy fueled by the sight, it was now or never. The boy sitting atop leaned down in anticipation of a kiss, body screaming in want. Closing in on Hector's neck where a ring of sore marks met. What a perfect spot, almost meant to be… Isaac bit down on the soft flesh blood seeping in his mouth. Just like his lord. Isaac couldn't help himself much longer - the way he got to this point even they don't really know. Isaac was transfixed by it; Hectors hair pooled in his palm like spun silver. He never got to admire it up close, both were much too afraid at the intimacy of the act. Yet today a strong compulsion seized Isaac by the chest, and he had no choice but to act upon his hearts desire.
00. Snippets (100 words or less)
01. UNAMED 1#
Warnings: Grooming/Adult x Child
Tags: Dont really know what to tag it save Hecula and Draculas bein' a perv again
02. UNAMED 2#
Warnings: Blood drinking (as you do), also doing Odd stuff to an unconcious person - nothing properly graphic but still worth mentioning id imagine
Tags: Isaactor, Isaacs gettin a little Too excited from the Blood drinking
03. "Tragic" Prince (20/4/2024)
Note: Huh, I seemed to have never properly written this on a word document. Just a thing i noticed while trying to find it
Word Count: 334
Warnings: Lots of self deprication on Alus part
Tags: Alucard | Adrian Tepes | Arikado Genya, Angst, Self-Hatred, Denial of Feelings, Trauma Olympics
Summary: Ignorance is bliss or so they say, Alucard cant help but agree as he compares his situation to those of the forgemasters
He had seen it. He had seen it all, the scars on his brother’s body and the tattoos on the other boys’ body – permanent reminders of everything that happened. He even saw the crime in action, unknown to the victim and the foul perpetrator. He had seen it all, he had seen so much. He had seen how the other boys shiver under his gaze, how they jump when hearing his voice out of the blue etc.
The poor boys had been through so much... he had seen almost everything, every crime, every sick violation they were victim to at the hands of his father.
Then why oh why did he cry? He had no right. Not after that, not after all he’d seen. He had no right to cry when he could see the pain and wear on the other boys’ faces. Their muffled weeping in seclusion, their frail bodies, their meek attitudes etc..
(even Isaac's snarling voice seemed mellowed as the days went on)
What had his father done to him? What had he done? Nothing. Not at all. Not a single thing. Slightly cruel he could be yes but in comparison it was nothing. He wept over nothing, mourning an innocence that was never taken.
(but that's debatable)
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hy did he cry? When was he so sensitive? When did he anguish over the simplest of offenses? He felt sick at the thought. The thought that he had the audacity to feel like a victim. He could almost scoff at himself. How pathetic that this is what caused him to crumble.
You need to punish a misbehaving child - that is fair, that is just is it not?
Tangled up in the comfortable sheets, in the comfortable bed, in a sanctuary high up in the castle how dare he curl himself up into a ball and cry... God how he wished his brother could smite him, scolding him for his insolence, even that would be more tangible, that would be actual...
02. Long day huh? (11/2/2024)
Word Count: 333
Warnings: N/A
Tags: Hector/Rosaly | Rosalee (Castlevania), Hector (Castlevania), Rosaly | Rosalee (Castlevania), Domestic Fluff Hector being oh so enamoured
Summary: Hector finds his dear collapsed, fluff ensues
And that’s how he found her. Collapsed on the bed – well collapsed is a generous way to say it, she was more draped over the edge. Rosaly was a hard worker, Hector always admired her for it. She gave everyone her all, always – including him. He sat down next to her on the bed. A part of his heart ached seeing her like this, but he took solace in knowing this made her happy. And if it makes her happy then by all means it makes him happy too.
The way she lay looked uncomfortable at best. He thought he could do her a little service; it was only deserved after all her lab our. He held her to him. So docile, so serene even in her sleep she exuded the same comforting aura. Her skin was so tender, like it’d bruise if he held on any tighter. He almost didn’t want to let her go – he felt something deep within him yearn and cry as to not let her go, so peaceful, so wonderful, like love incarnate in his arms.
But in the end, he knew he ought to do. He removed her sandals, the noise of their falling rung in his ears. Her clothes looked simple enough to sleep in he supposed. At last, he laid her to rest, on the left side of their bed. He draped the blanket over her and…
“Hector?” He almost jumped when she spoke. Brushing the hair off her face revealed her sleepy gaze.
“Yes, its me dear” her hand extended weakly towards his own face intending to tenderly hold it, but she only managed to graze his cheek with her touch. “Rest, you deserve it.”
“Join me soon, I don’t think id like to sleep by myself…”
“Of course, dear, of course, It’s my treat.” Since when was he capable of being such a sap? Regardless her smile was infectious. Hector found him smiling beside himself.
“Oh my.” And despite her weakness, they both laughed.
01. Spun Silver (9/1/2024)
Word Count: 401
Warnings: N/A
Tags: Hector/Isaac Laforeze, Hector (Castlevania) Isaac Laforeze, Fluff, Pining
Summary: Isaac cant help but admire the beauty of his fellow forgemaster
"Y'know... even I've got to admit Hec, your hairs quite soft".
The other boys voice caught in his throat. for what purpose? intimidation? and even if, a compliment? The flurry of a thousand questions fixed hector in his place.
collecting his wits, the boy replied curtly "oh? for reason do you tell me this".
Ah, but Isaac was too enamoured by his companion to pay heed to his question. the silver strands writhed and coiled as his fingers twirled them - how on earth did he get it so soft? who knows. The way the sparse light reflected on them made him seem all the more ethereal.
Oh but of course it would be, Hector was nothing short of perfection. even if a part of him killed him to admit - he was idyllic. Isaacs organs and insides seem to spin like the strands of hair caught in his hand at the thought of it. Even he envied him - Isaac could not deny he was ...
"Hey! Isaac!" the words fell on his ears like blades, shaken out of his trance-like state his friend turned to faced him. His silver hair falling out of Isaacs outstretched hand.
Was he ... blushing? despite the frown that adorned his face there was a tint of red - that was clear even in the shadow that surrounded them.
"A-Ah... yea?"
"What on earth was that ?!"
"Nothin'..."
"You ..." Hectors face softened from anger to that of shame "You scared me..."
"Ah i did?"
"You just... came upon me - you startled me"
"Well..."
"Well?"
"Do you agree? that'cha got pretty hair?" Isaac couldn't help but smile now.
If Hector wasn't blushing before he as clear as day was now "You ... Jerk!" he smacked Isaac lightly on his shoulder and Isaac laughed. Even when Hectors flushed face was scowling at him Isaac couldn't help but notice how his hair spun with his movements and when he buried his face in shame - how the strands fell down on his shoulders.