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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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[We just Don't Wake Sypha period.

Alucard shifts his head so that he can at least look up at Trevor. It's a different angle than how he usually sees the Belmont, but he likes it. He never gets to look up, see the angle of his chin and how stubble grows out.]

You made the right choice.

[He wants to stay here. Just like this.]

What are you knitting?

[That...is not what's supposed to happen here, actually, and he catches her by such surprise that she actually doesn't even think to protest a bit until he's placed her on the couch and gotten up to flee, because that's how long it takes for her admittedly hazy thoughts to catch up with precisely what it is he's done.

(...In fairness, she gets hung up a little bit on how easily he just catches hold of her and moves her like it's nothing, how it makes her altogether too conscious of just how wide and steady his hands are when he wraps them around her, and so for a few seconds she's a very cute vampire vanquished by a Belmont in an utterly novel way, defeated by the cunning strategy of being kind of turned on at the effortless way he's able to manhandle her.)

But then he's fleeing — or, well. "Fleeing" — and it occurs to her that a vampire would not let her prey elude her so easily, and so she wriggles off the couch and onto her feet and deftly avoids crashing into the coffee table where their wine has been abandoned in favor of scooting off after him.]

Youuuu will never escape the call of the darkness!

[She says, a little too loudly, with her hands raised and held in vaguely claw-like shapes as she follows him.]

The teeth of the night! The claim of the...me!

Oh.

[Her hair isn't nearly long enough to fall artfully around them like a curtain, hiding their faces from the world. His is, but it's currently haloed out underneath him, beautiful and long in the grass, and there's something particularly exquisite about the state of being on top of him like this, knowing that he's left vulnerable on his back to just look up at her, and she is the only thing in the world that he can see.]

So it seems we had the same idea, then.

[She picks up a lock of his hair, winding it aimlessly around her fingers; she knows full well what he wants and she deliberately makes him wait for it, relishing how open and unguarded his affection for her is in that moment.

It's only once she's had the chance to enjoy it that she follows him down and kisses him the way he's aching to be, hard and deep and putting her weight into it, claiming in a way that she often isn't, but feels spurred on toward today.]

How? How can I escape the terrible call of the Sypha?

[ In hindsight, perhaps dashing back toward the bedroom would be more appropriate, but he's already picked a direction and so he's running toward the front of the castle, toward the front doors. He won't go as far as the office. Even now, not getting this silliness mixed up with work is important.

Which does mean that he runs out of space to run. He backs up against the door to the front area of the castle, looking around in what looks convincingly enough (maybe) like an attempt to find an escape route but is absolutely trying to figure out whether to run back in the other direction or let Sypha catch him. ]

How terrible! Isn't there any way out?

[They both have good ideas. All the time!

It's so cruel with Sypha toying with hair, with her making Alucard wait. He can't find himself minding though, because when she does kiss back, the weight in one fell swoop and the whole thing suggesting the word mine without being said, Alucard is beyond happiness. He's careful as he opens his mouth more, fang not allowed to catch tongue, and the rest of him just holds fast to Sypha's hips.

She's wonderful like this. Warm. Perfect. If his hair is out and acting like a halo, then the afternoon sun is doing the same for Sypha. She's the only thing he wants to acknowledge in the world. Which means he also isn't aware that the sandwiches may be kicked into the dirt by total accident.]

[ He holds up the unstuffed, half finished 'skin' of a Potarmilla. ]

Thought that you might need one, once this is all over. [ He says as he puts it down. Once this is all over. Once this is done, and you're still here to ruin my fucking knitting. ]

[A new chewtoy!!!]

Good thought.

[The vampire is still too dazed with sleep to register any protest against the thought of once this is all over and what it really means. All he knows is that there is a Belmont next to him, and that for now, he's safe.]

You owe me a ring.

There is not!

[So she calls triumphantly, pleased to see that Trevor has paused at the end of a long stretch of advantageously hardwood floor, which also means that she can dramatically get a solid quasi-running start and slide the rest of the way after him such that her makeshift cape produces a fairly nice billowing effect from the pace.

It's only slightly ludicrous, the idea of her actually managing to back him up against the door and pin him there in terms of strength and body frame alone, but really, what part of this isn't ludicrous anymore, all things considered.]

I have you now, Belmont. I had my taste of you once; now I see you are far too delicious to let go of.

[So she says, as she puts her weight into bending him back against the door, mouth already seeking out his throat with her teeth slightly bared for theatrical effect.]

[ Friend he works full time as an unpaid vampire law enforcer and mooches off you so that might be a little difficult in the short term unless you want something made of yarn. ]

I'll figure something out.

[ He puts the knitting back down, settling back in the bed so he can hold Alucard close. ]

It- didn't have to mean that. If you'd rather it not. I know that this isn't the time.

[Alucard went out not in the car, but in the usual dramatic vampire way, which was to say he figured out one of his father's spells for traveling like lightning, and it's good when he doesn't feel like driving. He liked it much better than fire, which was how his father projected his authority to the world, even if was exhausting.

The vampire lands on the front step with a final flash of light, and that signals just as Sypha gets Trevor back against the door.

It also means that the vampire opens the door just a moment later, reeking of ozone and the usual bit of char that he has whenever he travels like this, he is treated to the goddamn weirdest sight he's seen in a while. Trevor's underneath Sypha, Sypha's got her mouth on or near or something involved with Trevor's throat, and the whole damn thing looks like a disaster pile. Sypha also seems to have one of his coats on as a cape, and...

...and he just stares.]

What the fuck.

[Carefully, she pulls back just enough to look at him, fingers abandoning the lock of his hair in favor of reaching to cup his cheek instead. It's a motion that puts the pad of her thumb easily near his lips; gently, with careful pressure, she nudges his lip aside just enough that the slightest glimpse of one fang can be seen, just the barest hint longer than the other teeth around it from what little of his mouth is visible.

Another little secret bared for only their eyes to see, she muses. No one around knows who they are, no one sees them as anything other than perhaps a pair of too-shameless lovers enjoying each other in the open air. No one has to know she's a Speaker with no caravan to call her own. No one has to know that he's a prince of the night, abandoned by his father king.]

You are so very beautiful.

[Not precisely the choice of words that tends to be applied to young gentlemen, in the grand scheme of things, but it's the right one for this moment. She always has the right words; it's who she is and what she does.]

[The ring isn't the point, not really. That's for...after this anyway.

Alucard shifts in bed, rolling onto his stomach so that he can properly drape himself across the Belmont. It means one arm across Trevor's chest entirely, the other wrapping underneath Trevor's back to hang on. His head moves so it's juuust on Trevor's chest, chin resting there so he can keep looking up.]

Why would I ever rather not?

[He's got enough of himself to crave affection, timing be damned.]

[ So his yelp of surprise when the door gives way behind him and he tumbles backward comes out as a girlish squeal, which just makes him wish he were a little drunker so he wouldn't be quite so embarrassed about it. He falls into Alucard's chest, and fortunately even exhausted he's probably able to take both of their weight easily.

And he grins up at Alucard. ]

What misfortune! What dreadful luck! How ill fated I, trapped between the great and terrible Sypha and her most trusted ally?

[He's careful not to move as Sypha keeps the word brazen in her actions, exposing a single fang to the world. It's almost too daring, but then...no. It isn't, it's no worse than anything else that they've done so far. They're themselves, utterly, and right now, no one cares.

Beautiful has always been the better descriptor for himself, or so has said anyone and everyone around Alucard. He's never fussed about it one way or the other. He only waits a moment for the fang to disappear and be hidden again.]

Mm. You're nearly too radiant at this angle.

[He's seen her magic, seen how fire bends to her intent. It nearly chases away all the other memories.]

Oop!

[Trevor is the only one who squeals when they fall, but Sypha definitely doesn't stay silent as they tumble and flop onto — oh, Alucard's home, that's awfully nice, it's always better when he's nearby.

...And then Trevor opens his mouth.]

...Hello.

[She's lucky she's cute or otherwise this would be an even bigger disaster than it already is.]

I'm hunting Trevor.

[This explains everything.]

You're hunting....

[This explains nothing. Luckily as Alucard tries to get Trevor up onto his feet, there is a very distinct wine smell that hits his nose.]

Is that why he's talking like that?

[She is very cute. She also appears to be Powered by Alcohol in this moment.]

Trevor, tell me, what is she doing really?

I could give you a list of reasons why you might not want to.

[ He can even do it without touching on the human lifetimes thing. ]

Even if you did, it doesn't have to be mixed up with this shit. I didn't go in meaning to- it just- [ He presses his lips together, trying to figure out how to word this. It started out as something entirely intended for everyone else in the room, and ended as something meant for Alucard alone. ]

-basic nature, I suppose. That hasn't come up in a while.

[ It's kind of wild to admit that it's somehow now his basic nature to go around proposing to the vampire, but here he is. ]

Only at this angle?

[She's teasing, naturally, and strokes her fingers over the high curve of his cheekbone before bending down again to kiss him.]

If you like it so much, perhaps we should do this more often.

Woe is me, for the terrible vampire-sorceress Sypha has placed me under a most dreadful spell!

[ That's how the explanation comes out. He tried. He lets himself be returned to his feet, but doesn't make any efforts to free himself from his spot pinned between vampire and second, smaller vampire. ]

Then there's nothing on that list that trumps basic nature.

[Alucard is still. If Trevor is speaking of surviving this, then he's taking the next step and imagining life beyond moving from crisis to crisis. It's no way to live at all.]

It can be redone. Properly, and far more intimately, with all three of us present. But the answer is always going to be yes, Trevor.

Every day if you wanted.

[He can't give her the world, but he'll try. Try every time. Just like he'll kiss back every time, hold onto her tightly as he does so, then sigh her name with all the contentment in the world when they must break apart for even a moment.]

Ummmmmmmmmm.

[Welp. Busted. Hopefully Alucard is in a good mood and will wind up thinking this is charming and hilarious, somehow, and not fall into an abrupt existential depression about the ramifications of his nature and what it means for his continued existence and related matters of the heart.

It's always a toss-up, really.]

...Wait, no I didn't. Did I?

[Did she? That seems wrong. Unless she wasn't paying attention, which is...possible, but.

Uh-oh.]

...Oh. I, um. Might have told him to talk like that. Maybe.

[There is a low and despairing noise from Alucard, and he just stares at them both, shaking his head. He leaves them for just a few hours, and they're drinking communion wine, Sypha's cursed Trevor to speak like a bad horror vixen, and she's still wearing his coat.

He is happier in ignorance here.]

Please unbind him now before you forget. I'm just going to head to the kitchen and start dinner, unless you two have objections.

How terrible a fate! So foolishly, I failed to tell you because this was funny! And now, horror of horrors, it has lost its novelty!

[ But also, he does have objections. Because really, how dare he walk in on this and not join in? He turns his head, trying to push Alucard's collar aside with his face. ]

Alas, you cannot! For I have succumbed to the dark influence of the terrible sorceress!

[ By which he means: Time to bite the vampire. ]

That's a lot of time to spend, doing nothing but kissing me.

[Which is not in any way a protest, just an observation.]

You'll never accomplish anything else, from trying to cater to me.

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