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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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[ He does close his eyes, shifting on the bed to settle into it. ]

'ppreciate it.

[With that, Alucard withdraws. Sypha does yell at him.

And then yells at him for the next several days, because Alucard cannot help but confirm how long it is until the oil has stopped clinging to Trevor in full. There are actual reasons for it, like checking on Trevor's hand and his side. Everything else is terrible and selfish.

So it is a relief when he takes Trevor's hand to examine it and there is no reaction at all. There's also no hiding that relief, there is only the sigh of contentment.]

About time.

No. Come here first, you foolish man.

[She lets him get her inside, she drags her bags in, she listens to the door shut behind them, and the instant it's closed she reaches up and grasps his chin, dragging him down to kiss him hard and deep and satisfying.

She kisses him and it's familiar; she kisses him and it's new. She kisses him and it feels like I'm home and the weight of missing him starts to alleviate, and the weight of abandoning California is too far away to drag her down in the face of his proximity, his warmth.

She kisses him stupid, because the rest of this will go easier if he's stupid for her, and she knows it.]

Now you are going to let me help you get cleaned up.

I- shit.

[ What.

Well. He'll process that later. For now he just puts his knitting down again, shuffling uncomfortably in the chair. ]

-I'll try to figure it out. The helping part. [ Figuring out the liking part is asking a lot of him. ] Not the time right now, but it might be worth seeing if you can't order me to not take orders. That kind of thing.

[There's no protesting as Sypha rearranges them both for what isn't a first kiss, but feels like one. The first one for this new thing that they can dare to put a label on, because she is staying.

He kisses back, and the words welcome home are threaded through every little moment. The angle his head is at means that it is easier than normal to avoid entering fangs into the equation. His hands go up, grasp both of her cheeks to hold her where she is. This is madness, all of it, hardly real.

But it is so very real, and when the kiss breaks, he is gone and away, anchored only by her presence.]

Yes I...[Right. Breathing.]

Kitchen has the best lighting.

I doubt that would be possible, but I can think of at least a few other things that might help you. And if I say them, perhaps they will carry more weight than that of someone else.

[She swings her feet down, sitting forward with her elbows on her knees a minute like she's readying herself to get up.]

Would you come here for a minute, please?

Go in and sit. I will get the bandages; I remember where they are.

[IN THE BATHROOM.............]

I can go get them, you should move your things into the living room--!

[FUCK!!!]

[ His guess is just about correct. By tuesday night, there's no burning, only what seems to be the sensation of a nettle sting. And by Wednesday morning, it's nothing more than an occasional numbness. The cold iron poisoning has faded almost entirely as well, just a horrible black bruise around the stitched wound.

He squeezes Alucard's hand gently - he knows how raw the skin must be. ]

Told you. Wednesday.

[ He tenses, waiting to see if his body moves without his say so. When it doesn't he waits a few more seconds just to confirm, then stands and moves over. ]

'Would you' seems to be fine.

[The skin is healed, mostly. His natural healing abilities are slowed due to the oil, but they are still there. He lets the hand be squeezed, then holds it closer so he actually can examine it.]

You were right.

[He turns the hand over, careful to inspect the palm as well.]

How does the hand feel? Any traces...?

Still stiff, but mostly back to normal.

[ The discoloration had moved back past his wrist by the time he woke up after applying the yew ash. The stuff works well, even if it's not instant. ]

I've been able to write just fine, for the most part. No lasting harm.

Squeeze again? Full strength.

[He's using his non-bandaged hand anyway.]

I need to know exactly how many days it takes for normal operation to resume in full.

[ He does so. His grip isn't quite as powerful as it might be normally, but it's hard to tell how much of that is the remains of the iron and how much of it is just the result of spending the last few days resting. ]

It feels okay. Probably wouldn't trust myself with the whip in that hand yet.

Mm. I was trying very hard to make sure it was your choice. Not just my intent.

[She waits, then, until he's close, and when he's over by her chair, she stands up and moves against him all in the same motion, lightly wrapping her arms around him.]

I'm sorry about making you be quiet. And — early on, I told Alucard that I would not promise him that things would be all right, because that was not something anyone could promise. But I will make you the same promise I did make him, back then. Whatever lies in the future for you, you will not be left to face it alone, Trevor Belmont.

You are going to go sit down before you make that mess of your chest worse.

[...................wait]

Why do you not want me to fetch your bandages?

I think it'll need a day or two more.

[Alucard squeezes back gently, but he doesn't let go. Instead his fingers entwine with Trevors, and there's the stupidest look of relief on his face.]

The good news is that it's a quiet weekend. No outings for once, except monthly spell club, and that's not me acting in an official capacity.

[That's Theodora hosting the local covens and other nerds to talk shop for an evening.]

[Busted.

Alucard sighs, moving to lean on the wall.]

I accidentally trashed the bathroom.

[Please do not judge him.]

...Go find a place to lie down.

[She leaves this disaster of a man alone twelve whole hours and look what she comes back to.]

The rest of it, whatever it is, can wait until after you've let me take care of you.

[It's deliberate phrasing, designed to remind him as subtly yet emphatically as she can: she's here. She's taking care of him. He's not alone. She's here.]

[Look he thought you weren't coming back and there were just a lot of feelings that got had all at once, please let this disaster man have this.

There's no protesting. But Alucard does go into the kitchen because the lighting is better and if there's blood in there, it is easier to clean up.

(There is, in fact, blood in there. In the blood compartment of the refrigerator, which is actually the meat and cheese drawer, but never mind all of that.)

He understands what she really means though. He'll thank her for it stupidly and desperately when she comes back in.]

[ He blinks uselessly at Sypha, just about managing not to flinch. She's- tiny, up this close. And soft. And warm. And in possession of absolutely no sense of personal space and is this just a thing she does? He's not unused to physical contact - it's hardly abnormal back home (where home refers to some nameless amalgamation of trenches and romanian and french towns) - but he's been under the impression that the Americas were stricter about what was proper. No war, here. All the things of the night under control. No real need to cling together. ]

-thanks.

[ What else can he say? Awkwardly, very awkwardly (is this really proper over here? isn't she practically married?), he wraps his arms around her shoulders. ]

I- the same, I suppose.

[...So.

She sees what he meant about not wanting her to fetch the bandages, when she sees the state of the bathroom. The abandoned needle, the poorly-discarded bandages. The half-closed hamper with a shirt sticking out. The claw marks in the walls.

It makes her heart ache; she closes her eyes, taking a slow breath, and then makes herself take up the medicine chest without touching anything else in the bathroom, pausing only long enough once she's left to close the door and then duck down to his room to find a clean shirt to bring with her.

Then, it's back downstairs, making plenty of noise the whole way so that he's aware of the presence of someone else in the house, unable to forget that he's no longer alone here.]

Kitchen.

[He calls it out so that there's no searching for him. He heard how quiet she went in that bathroom, and when Sypha walks in, he has the grace to look embarrassed by his behavior.

Apologetic even, if the thin smile on his lips is anything to go by.]

I...I did say I trashed it, did I not?

Hmmm.

[You know what else isn't altogether proper? Pushing your nose right up against someone else's chest and taking a big solid breath, but she's doing that too, contentedly.]

You smell like your grandmothers.

[Also apparently we're just. Gonna stand here hugging. Like this.]

I have church, and- I probably ought to look over the shit I retrieved, make sure none of it's trapped before I bring it back home.

[ Home. Shit, home. It's been less than a year and this is home. ]

Other than that, I am at your disposal. And free, it seems- [ He punctuates that by bringing Alucard's hand up to his lips. ] -to touch you as I please.

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