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20s AU Post

Current Carmilla plot outline
--Post-fire, Carmilla and Mr. Peanut team up mostly to use each other. Carmilla's spent the past several months (since November, it is now February 1925) networking, and it's clear to her that Alucard's not suited for the position and that the other two are the obvious weakness. Mr Peanut needs something back, so this is perfect on her end. Mr Peanut can only imagine the joys of vampire blood in his work, and he'd like an army of vampires for his own ends.
--Shit stirring from Mr Peanut (all of March?)
--Mr Peanut also begins to sell mis Miracle Serum, which has vampire blood in it.
--Gang is very much trying to murder Mr Peanut during this.
--Start of April, vampire gets a call from one of the blood bank contacts that 3 patients have come in and are displaying some bizarre signs. Investigation yields the fact that they're in process of turning, and they've all taken the same serum.
--Additional investigation reveals O FUCK IT MR PEANUT
--Meanwhile Carmilla's been made aware of a familiar she didn't sire, so she knows something's up. Big fight with Mr. Peanut and thus Mr. Peanut is left depowered
--Gang commits a murder
--Carmilla's well sured up on her contacts now, and it's time for open rebellion (mid-April)
--In a more subtle attempt to let Alucard just step aside, she cuts the breaks on demon car and shows up to gloat/suggest he not pull a dad and go to deal with his grief quietly while she runs the city. The how he wants to do it is up to him (black widow joke goes here.) Treffy and Sypha walk in.
--1 week of straight up rebellion; feedings, no help from allies, need to do damage control instead of fight carmilla, every dracula rule is
--MEANWHILE IN GRAVITY FALLS, triangle shows Vlad what's up to try and psyche him out, somehow this finalyl snaps Vlad out of his depression and he heads home
--Just in time for Alucard and Carmilla to be tearing each other to bits in one of the bayous, it's not going well
--Vlad coming in means the king of vampires is accosted by a belmont with a pair of blessed knitting needles and a speaker with a fucking gun and he's just like what the shit happened to the world while i was gone
--Wards around the fight means that only demon car can break the wards, everyone has to pile in.
--Carmilla gets her ass kicked AND SENT TO THE JUSTICE DIMENSION

THEN THERE WERE FAERIES.
--Prior to all of this the vampire and Sypha have done a shit ton of research on how to get their Belmont back
--Sypha has also been practicing debating with dad, which leaves everyone Very Tired.
--When Trevor is actually snatched up (1 year after marriage, it takes fae effort. Taking Arn's shape fails, so it's a lot more kidnapping by force), Sypha and Alucard go into Faerie
--But they're playing this as politics, not as heroes rescuing their damsel, so that means the faeries are just "wait what now excuse u?"
--There are 3 gates and 3 trials (the particulars we're still bullshitting.) Each is asked to sacrifice 3 things. (Alucard: voice, his titles as bestowed upon by his father and his people, i forget the third; Sypha: her human form (she's a birb), fuck what were the other two)
--They enter the court at the end of the third trial. After LITERALLY ALL THE TITLES Sypha declares she Speaks for Trevor Belmont
--Claim debate over Trevor, turns out that the rules are in Sypha's favor.
--But that means debating to leave Fae without giving up what they've chosen.
--Sypha lawyers it all out, Alucard is a safety deposit and hangs out with Fae!Trevor
--In the end, safe passage out of Faerie consists of Sypha giving up her memory of the necromancer (billed as a great mage she studied under), the vampire gives up his immortality, and Trevor is replaced with Carmilla (dad was aware of this option and OK with it), but Trevor has his ability to swear taken. He now soundslike a rubber ducky when he tries
--Everyone gets home okay, except for the AU of this AU where the gang fails, but Trevor's on their doorstep like a bat out of Hell because time doesn't work right and he's been in Hell for a WHILE.

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Perhaps on the drive home. I'll let you get words in the proper order.

[Alucard will be a distracted driver, but oh, totally worth it. He's happy like this, and it's a damn shame Sypha's not here. She'd be torn between cutting in or watching the two keep going.

In an instant, Alucard perks, like a dog hearing a whistle. He doesn't stop dancing, his feet don't stumble, but every inch of him is taught and ready to snap.

His reply is in his archaic version.]

Let's go then. If it's a false alarm, then people know better than to misbehave.

[ Trevor can't keep dancing without concentrating on it, so with his attention held elsewhere he just shuffles his feet about unconvincingly instead.

The content of the discussion will be audible for Alucard long before it is for Trevor, who leads their dancing (Alucard's dancing, his 'dancing') in that direction. ]

-gives a fuck about territory. [ The man who was shoved says, righting himself with angry dignity. ] Everything worthwhile in this city's already claimed by the elders.

[ The shover snorts, angry. ]

Easy for you to day. If your man had respected territory, none of this would have happened.

[ It's a discussion of who owns what, sidetracked by loss and raw feelings. Trevor looks to Alucard for instruction - step in, or let it happen? ]

[ It's been about a week since Halloween. Trevor has been kept in quarantine, which at first seems like Dracula being unreasonable. Then comes Actual Surgery, which seems like Dracula being even more unreasonable until he cuts a flower out of Trevor, applying a poison to its stem to kill the roots he can't cut out of the heart. He hands it to Sypha and coolly demanding that she toss it into the fireplace and then burn it until nothing is left.

(A means of spying on the castle, he informs Alucard later. The parasite sees and hears through the host's eyes and ears. Given the chance to grow fully, it can crush the host's heart if extraction is attempted. The fair folk are sore losers.)

Trevor remains unconscious, or else full of so many painkillers that he may as well be, for most of the week. Between the time in the land of the fae and the surgery, he has a lot to recover from. Eventually, he's well enough that the doses can be lowered a little. A little after that, he starts to seem more aware of his surroundings. And a little after that, he reaches out to catch Alucard's hand as he passes the bed. ]

You're- [ He pauses, losing his train of thought for a moment. ] -really pretty.

[Alucard and Sypha didn't like the quarantine. They didn't like it before Dracula explained why it was needed, and then they really hated it when the reason it was in place became known. There was no debating the fact that Dracula was right to be worried after that, but....still.

(The discussion and explanation had ended up with a very tired dhampir curled up on the sofa, muttering fuck the fae, and Dracula nodding while draping a blanket over his son.)

They're at his side most days. Sometimes one of them will slink off to attend to a problem or cook, but they're rarely gone more than two hours at a time. They sit, worrying, or else talking to Trevor through his lucid moments.

It's just Alucard and Trevor now. Sypha's running errands and checking in with the grandmothers. There's a sudden realization from the dhampir that he has to go start dinner but--]

Oh? [He can't help the smile that crosses his face.]

Am I?

[Alucard is careful as he moves them both closer. He doesn't want the attention, and mercifully, no one seems interested in paying them any mind. Hell, no one else even seems to notice the shoving, save for a few people whose heads are turned but are otherwise uninvolved.

The vampire considers the best step. And then he nudges Trevor with his knee. Not subtle, but it'll work.]

Let's find our host. I don't need to act in an official capacity.

You are.

[ He closes his hand around Alucard's, giving a lopsided smile. He pauses for a little too long. Thinking is difficult. What was he-?

-oh, right. Beautiful person. He remembers. Probably. ]

You want to go somewhere? When the Doctor Bigteeth lets me out. I'll make it worth your time, promise.

[ ...this is probably the first time that he's actually tried to ask either of them for a date. ]

Doctor Bigtee-- [Alucard's laugh catches in his throat, and a deeply undignified snort comes out instead. Hello, new favorite way to refer to dad.]

Where did you have in mind?

[He's milking this for all it's worth]

[ He frowns, trying to remember where he is. A hospital? That much seems clear. But where? He can’t exactly answer that until he remembers.

Paris? He’s speaking French, and the other man understands him well enough, so-. ]

The Seine. [ WRONG RIVER. Also, running water. He’s too out of it to notice the fangs. ] We can take a boat. Watch the painters working at the riverside. Disembark when we get bored of it, try to find our way around wherever we end up.

[Is the vampire going to hold this over Trevor's head until the end of days? Yes. But is he also a little charmed by the idea of finally being able to go on a date with his husband? Also yes.

So instead of finding an excuse to go get started cooking dinner, Alucard settles down beside Trevor on the bed, taking both of his hands and holding them gently.]

And for dinner?

[ Damn, look how good at flirting he is. The OBVIOUS SUCCESS bolsters his confidence, and he grins, testing his luck and squeezing Alucard’s hands. They’re cool, but soft. Smooth, compared to his own rougher ones. It’s nice. ]

It’ll still be summer when I’m out, right? [ Trevor it’s November. It’s just hot here. ] They’ll have ice cream wagons outside every place worth visiting. I’ll get us ice cream, and we cam cover it with berries and chocolate. We can find somewhere grassy to sit to eat it.

[To hell with it. Alucard leans in, placing the softest of kisses on Trevor's lips. There. He will reward Very Good Flirting.]

I'll hold you to it, you know. Even if you're here until winter comes.

[ ...wow, he's even better at this than he thought he was. Look at him, getting kisses from cute hospital guys and everything. ]

Do you have a name, or just a really, rally nice face?

[ November is a good month.

Home is still too warm and damp even this late in the year. The air here is dry, with all the moisture in the air frozen into snowflakes. It would be cold, if they were out there. But they're not. They're in here, Trevor's arms slung around Alucard's waist and Sypha's folded pajamas tucked between them and bundled in layers of blankets. ]

Mph. M'awake.

[ Has been for a while, in truth. About half an hour. He woke up when Sypha got out of bed, to complain about Sypha getting out of the bed, but when his complaints didn't achieve anything but her leaving he still-warm pajamas behind to cuddle as a compromise, he went back to being quiet.

He's always like this, the morning (afternoon) after being rendered useless. Clingy and whiny and floppy and not particularly good at anything but attaching to the others. He thinks, then frowns, because Sypha isn't here and nobody has paid attention to him in the 0.1 seconds since he spoke. ]

Kiss. [ Now. ]

[The mountains always have the biggest effect on Trevor. Oh, they relax Alucard and Sypha too, but for Trevor, it is something else entirely. He becomes not exactly a stranger, but a version of Trevor Belmont who looks at the world with very different eyes. Very lazy and relaxed eyes, because this place is home more than New Orleans will ever be, and more than California will be.

Alucard's been awake and reading in bed for a few hours, mostly to kiss Sypha farewell (she was going to get them more food), and to make sure Trevor didn't awake in too grumpy a state because of it.

Now....god. He's as useless as he is on some nights, but nothing as horned up as those nights usually bring.

And he can actually articulate his needs. Alucard doesn't even try to hide his sly smile as he leans over, kissing Trevor as requested.]

Good afternoon.

Afternoon?

[ The idea of sleeping in until afternoon shocks him into action exactly enough to move about two inches, to be better positioned to kiss back. Sypha's pajamas remain wedged between the two of them and they're not as warm as the real thing but they're still- still a comfort. Still nice. They keep this stupid state that he's in a soft, positive thing, rather than it quickly spiraling into confusion and hurt because she's gone. ]

She's first out of bed. 've we checked the world isn't ending?

She left at eleven thirty, Trevor.

[Oh no. How terrible, the Belmont slept and slept for a very long while. The attempt to act and then saying fuck it gets a soft laugh out of the vampire, and all he can do is kiss the Belmont again, one hand moving to wrap around his waist and pull him closer.]

We're fine. Just out of basics, and she wanted to take the car out.

[The Demon Car comes with them, because of course it does.]

Shit. Before noon and everything.

[ The fires of hell make a really very efficient system for dealing with frozen car parts and ice on the road.

He murmurs something unintelligible but contented as Alucard pulls him closer. Yes. That. Good. More kisses is also good. Once the kissing stops he leans his head forward, letting his forehead rest against Alucard's cheek. This is what he wants. To be warm and safe and loved and having at least one of them pay attention to him. ]

Too tired. [ He complains, looking at Alucard's neck and apparently thinking better of that kissing plan. Tired and just a little sore and not really up for the consequences of neck-kissing. There's a reason he's in this state. He rubs just face against Alucard's cheek instead. ]

I expect she'll be back before too long.

[Demon car is no match for the roads, and it's why the Demon Car comes with them every trip they make here.

It's wonderful, all the affection. Sleepy and stupid and just a little dazed, and that gets kisses pressed to the top of Trevor's head. One after another after the next, coupled with soft murmurs of praise, mostly because Trevor's too handsome and wonderful right now for Alucard to not say so.]

Hungr-- !!! [A soft laugh follows as Trevor rubs against his cheek. Who's secretly the furry here???]

No.

[ There's a petulance to that. No. Not hungry. Hungry means leaving the bed. Means separating from Alucard when he goes to get food. He can eat when Sypha is back.

Instead he wriggles a little before clambering on top of Alucard so that he's laying against his chest, head resting against his collarbone so that the crown of his own head is in easy kissing range. He's still a little lighter than he was before being taken by the fairies, some bones still hollow like a bird's, but no longer dramatically so. It's become the new normal by now.

He tightens his hold on Alucard. Ha. Trapped. Can't get food. Only cuddles. ]

No lunch. No school. No hospital. Just- [ And he sighs in contentment, stretching out on top of Alucard like a cat. They've not had much time with him in the last few months. ] -Just being here.

Okay, okay. No moving until she's back, I understand.

[He's endeared by not just the petulance, but by what lies behind it. That Alucard is needed here. Wanted. Required. The first year of medical school has been demanding, drawn him away, and taking this month off required a lot of advanced work be handed in. Sleep was optional for most of October, and Alucard would be a liar if he said he wasn't taking advantage of the month to catch up on his sleep too.

There's a sigh and he mushes his face into the top of Trevor's head. The lightness of Trevor is still impossible to ignore, even a year on, and it still makes him worry. Mostly about what might happen if he breaks something in a fight.]

All this from a man who tried to stab me the first time we met.

Succeeded at stabbing. [ He corrects, because he still has some pride. Even like this. ]

Did the stabbing part good, just fucked up the rest of it.

[ He falls quiet for a moment, and then as if it's a big, very important secret, looks up and whispers. ]

You're not supposed to fuck the vampire. That's bad hunting.

Not supposed to fall in love either, yet here we are.

[There's a warmth to Alucard's words, and then he puts his lips to Trevor's again to steal a kiss.]

You did manage the stabbing. But you probably could have done more, couldn't you?

Really not supposed to do that. Fucked up pretty amazingly there.

[ He grins like an idiot at it, though. At the kiss, at the words, at the chance to talk about his area of expertise.

Even in this state, he's good at two things - considering how to kill vampires and regretting his past actions. This is easy. ]

Could have. Didn't have much to work with, but I could've done a decent job of it. Even with the shit I had to hand.

Married the vampire instead.

[And God if he still doesn't thrill at saying that. Alucard's never hidden his wedding ring while in classes or doing rounds, and the question of why it's three interwoven threads of different color metals. He smiles every time and murmurs the words "it means something to us" and never says more.]

Even as drunk as you were?

That's what happens when you don't prepare properly for a hunt.

[ He gives it some thought, then nods. ]

Maybe a little less drunk. One less bottle. I'd need to pay for the dove somehow. You can probably get a dove for the same price as a bottle of shit if you look around enough.

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