cryptsleeper | 20s AU Post

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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[Good job, Trevor, you did it, you correctly identified one of her professional life skills. His laughter is absolutely infectious, though, and she has to take a moment out from being kissed so that the giggling has a chance to get free before she moves back in again to resume it.]

Keep doing that voice. I like it.

[It's HORRIBLE. This time, when her hand goes to the hair at the back of his head, it's a little less gentle, and doesn't so much stroke as twist a handful of his hair between her fingers, using it as leverage to get him to bare more of his throat and arch up his chest to make it easier for her to get to.]

Time to feel my bite, Trevor Belmont.

[Like him, she starts slow, kissing first where she intends to put her mark so that he can feel it coming, then gradually adding teeth. At first it's only a scrape; the next time, they catch and release; the next, they catch and hold, adding pressure until she can feel how the edges of her teeth are starting to make marks in his skin.]

Exactly so. These things usually involve a stunning amount of alcohol, and I am very good at being polite while in that form.

[He big, he fluffy, he patient. That means many treats.]

No. The problems began when I wasn't getting out of bed because my stomach was in rebellion.

Ohhhh, and you got in trouble. Your stomachache betrayed what you had done.

[It gets a giggle out of her, at least, from trying to imagine it. It's charmingly domestic, somehow, and refreshingly normal, even for a story that comes with all the trappings of a very weird and unorthodox upbringing.]

Were you punished for it? By more than just the stomachache.

[Alucard's shirt is gone now too, but that seems to be where Sypha's stopping for the moment. The shirt's gone, that's more than enough.

Alucard manages to move his free arm, and it rests on top of Sypha's hand. The other is still close to Trevor's mouth.

Ours but for how munch longer until this thing claims one or all of them? Alucard can only just slump, trying to find a way where he's resting against the two of them.]

Don't let me sleep for too long then.

[He is going to take the biggest depression nap when this is over.]

Extremely bland food for a week was both cure and a reminder to never do this again. It doesn't qualify as punishment precisely, but....

[He shakes his head at the memory and at protesting at about day five of flavorless rice and potatoes.]

I had the weirdest definition of teenage rebellion.

I’ll wake you up before I leave for church.

[ Which is probably less not too long than he meant, since he leaves for church in maybe four hours. And- maybe he shouldn’t go this week. Alucard looks like shit, and the grandmothers would understand his absence under the circumstances, and there’s no way that Theodora won’t have told Florence about the night’s events immediately and-

He kisses Alucard’s wrist once more before withdrawing to continue changing. He’s never bothered to rebutton the pajama shirt in the last few weeks, and so it’s easy enough for him to put it on once the vest and shirt are gone. It isn’t too long before both he and Sypha, who’s withdrawn to attend to her own nightdress, are about ready to sleep. ]

Shift over. [ Get in the middle, vampire. ]

I don't think I ever engaged in teenage rebellion, actually. I'm not sure what I would have done to rebel in the first place. Wrote things down?

[Which she did, but like. Was that out of rebellion? Not really.]

I suppose my time of rebellion didn't come until after I had met you. You're a bad influence!

Oh no! Oh noooooooo-!

[ He stops only when she grabs his hair, and his head follows her hand with only enough resistance to keep the sensation of it being tugged. The flush never quite left his face but it still manages to return the a vengeance, and the laughter comes slower, more breathless. ]

Woe is me, at the mercy of the great and terrible Sypha! Whatever will happen to me-?

[ This time, he’s cut off by the third bite, by the sting of it combined with the knowledge that it’s coming from the last person who would ever hurt anyone. It’s the dissonance there that gets to him, making it feel like this situation must be perfectly under control, that nothing could possibly happen unless Sypha willed it. ]

[Alucard tries to open his mouth, to ask if it's actually safe for him to be going right now, but there's just a muffled series of sounds and he's going to give up on words for the next few minutes. There's enough of him to register that Sypha's brought his own PJs over (haven't worn those in a while), and the vampire only bothers with the trousers.

It's a good call, in the end, if he's in the middle. The shirt would make everything too hot.

Upon deeper reflection, the vampire might well register that right now, it feels nice, having someone else tell him what to do and where to move. For now, he just does as he's asked, rolling over himself once or twice until he's settled in the middle properly.]

You'd have to be doing it out of spite, I think. Or too much headstrongness for your own good. The latter seems to be more natural to your person.

[He's going to grin because he is RIGHT and he knows it.]

Yes. Me. A terrible influence who you decided to take a liking to while I was bleeding everywhere.

Because you looked so sad, when you were bleeding everywhere.

[And speaking of being headstrong, she's going to take that as open invitation to reach over and carefully move his sandwich out of his lap so that she can fill the now-vacant space with herself, instead.]

So I decided to be kind to you, and look how I have been repaid. Such a terrible influence.

[This condemnation doesn't carry a whole lot of weight when she's in the process of leaning up to kiss him, naturally.]

[It's actually sort of fun to bite him, she discovers, less because the act of biting itself really does anything for her, and more just because she likes the reactions she gets when she does it. She can feel his heart beating, and the heat simmering beneath his skin, and if it weren't for the addition of all their laughing to keep things light and bubbly, she could easily see how this might turn deep and passionate in a hurry.

They both have their scars, she knows. Trevor has so many more than she does, but she's not free of them either. Maybe there's something to the idea of putting a mark on him for reasons other than hurt and danger — one he wanted, amidst laughter. One that made his pulse race like this.

It's on her second pass over that notion that she realizes that yes, that is what she finds most enticing about the prospect. She's going to see her bruise in the morning and remember immediately how Trevor put it there, but tomorrow he's going to see hers too, and remember who he belongs to.

Now that is a very nice thought.]

You'll be mine forever, is what will happen.

[She mumbles, making sure the mark of her teeth will last before drawing back a little and running her tongue over it, soothing where the bite had once been sharp.]

[The sandwiches were never the point anyway.

There's a content hum from the vampire as Sypha declares his lap hers now. Being smaller means that it's an easy thing to wrap both his arms around her and rest his chin atop her head, enveloping her entirely. They've done this plenty of times over the past several weeks, but never in public. Never like this.]

Repaid in sandwiches and a room that has a dresser full of little drawers. I suppose only one of those counts as a bad influence.

[It's perfect, the kiss. All carefully angled lips and Alucard's hair getting in the way juuuuuuust right, preventing anyone else from seeing a moment so soft and intimate.]

You're a worse one though, [he says it only after the kiss breaks.] Brazenly kissing me for the world to watch.

Oh, I love my little drawers.

[She would clap her hands, except for the fact that to do it she'd have to move them off of his shoulders, and she's absolutely not going to do that, not for anything. Not when she's going to chase that first kiss with a second and a third, each much quicker and more fleeting, playful like she can't get enough of him and has to keep coming back for more.]

And if you object to my kisses, I can stop. If you want me to.

[She tempts, with a grin.]

Did I say that I wanted those to stop?

[To prove his point, the vampire makes quick work of all these quick and fleeting kisses. Unfair and he's greedy right now, so his kiss is firmer. The kind that begs the other person to stay, stay and be selfish a moment longer.]

Mm —

[They're really carrying on, aren't they, out in the open and yet somehow so deliciously anonymous, desperately in love and chasing passion between them for as long as they can hold on to it. It's the same sweet fervor as they'd shared back before, when they'd thought she was leaving in a smattering of days, except that now there's no sobering deadline on the horizon, except perhaps the imminent sunset that will put a damper on their ability to stay anonymous.]

Besides, if I were being brazen, you would know it. This is...subdued, I think.

[ Sypha catches him when he moves close, pulling herself up against his back, and Trevor moves into the vacated space. One hand in Sypha's hair, arm over the both of them, the other trapped between Alucard's cheek and the pillow. ]

Safe here. All of us.

[ Sypha buries her face in his hair the same way she's done with the wolf's fur for the last few nights, and Trevor kisses his forehead. ]

Rest.

[The vampire tries to press himself closer to the both of them as the spaces between them close. It translates as to inching closer to Trevor, dragging Sypha along with him until there's zero space at all.

Safe for a night, maybe. It has to be just for a night. The next night will be spent awake for far too long, managing whatever horrible fallout has decided to follow in the wake of this evening.

But rest he can do. His eyes flutter closed at that kiss, and to the surprise of absolutely no one at all, the vampire falls asleep only five minutes later, arms trying to find a way to cling to both Belmont and Speaker and failing hilariously at it.

Rest means that the vampire does not stir until 1 in the afternoon. He's not sure what's wrapped around him, be it Trevor or Sypha or just a load of blankets meant to mimic their weight. All he knows is that he doesn't want to open his eyes yet. Or speak beyond the mmmmph and groan that escape him upon waking.]

By our standards, doubtlessly.

[He smiles when he says it, because they have terrible standards for subtle. It's a thing born of the first few dates, Alucard knows that much. They had run headlong into something they weren't sure the timeframe of, and for that subtle was pointless. Now it would always be as such in the face of much greater things.

Alucard pauses, grinning down at her.]

We could be more brazen, if you'd like.

[ He notices the problem here when he can't break character to make a comment about being hers. Which is a funny enough dire situation to be in that he can't bring himself to complain. He can talk this time, at least, so he can just ask her to revoke the command once this is done. ]

Alas! How terrible a fate, to be claimed by the cutest vampire! What sorrow!

[ And he removes a hand from her waist, tilting her head up to kiss her before grinning, lifting her up to deposit her onto the couch next to him. ]

I must flee!

[ And he's off, Not Running Very Quickly for reasons that include wanting to be caught and not wanting to slip from running around in his socks. ]

[ It's 1pm on a Sunday, and that means it's Sypha's Radio Time. Which means Trevor's low grumbling about Alucard's handwriting over the last few days is unacceptable. He's been banished.

So while the blankets coiled around Alucard are just blankets, the weight next to him is a human. He had been meaning to continue reading Alucard's notes but it ended up being a little more overlap between work and home than he's able to manage. So those have been left on a chair and instead there's the soft clicking of the knitting needles.

Another Carmillatato. He gets the feeling they'll need it before long.

When Alucard makes noise, he sets the knitting down and strokes a hand over his hair (not through it, it's very braided right now. Sypha's been busy). ]

Welcome back to us, truest beloved of the sun.

Too early. Don't start.

[Not now with bullshit titles. There's a deep and low grumble as Alucard lifts his head up. It's been mushed into Trevor's side/hip, and when he looks up it's clear that he could benefit from a few more days of sleeping like this. The bags under his eyes make him look like a raccoon.

Alucard doesn't even try to sit up. He just shifts so that he has an arm slung all around Trevor's waist.]

Time?

More brazen than this? What are you thinking?

[She hums a little, basking in the warmth of his grin —

(how natural it is for him now, to see him grin, to see that flash of his teeth glimmering behind lips pulled back in delight when he'd looked so sad when she'd met him, his face filthy, his chest a mess of blood and tattered skin, how he'd wept so much from his sadness and his isolation and even when she'd run back to him he'd been so shattered, so fractured, and now look at him, look at him soaking in the sunlight and wearing a smile that comes so easily to his face)

— and lets it draw out one of her own, the edges of her mouth turning up in his infectious mirth.]

I have a few ideas myself, but I want to hear yours.

Just hit one.

[ He smiles apologetically, putting the knitting aside properly so that he doesn't accidentally drop any stitches and settling against Alucard. ]

Tried to wake you before church, but you weren't having any of it. I'd have had to risk waking Sypha up.

[ He Does Not Risk waking Sypha up before he goes to church. Not after parties. ]

[Why tell when he can show?

Alucard's arms move low to Sypha's hips, and he leans back slowly so that Sypha is dragged along with him. It means that the protection of the coat is not provided to him or his hair, and so yet again his hair is lying down in the grass. Beautiful and green this time, not the ditch with it's yellow-brown dead grossness, and there's still so much sun in the sky.

Dragging Sypha with him also means letting the rest of the world see them both in a suggestive state. It's the opposite of a problem from where the vampire lies, and he'll continue this until she says to stop.

She's close enough for the next kiss to be a deeper one than any before, all open mouthed and begging for Sypha to meet him in kind.]

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