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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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Because she was about to bite me, obviously.

[ OBVIOUSLY????

And, unceremoniously, he crouches to sling Alucard over his shoulder. Which isn't the most aesthetically appropriate way to be carrying him around, but is the way that requires the least cooperation on Alucard's part. ]

Terribly unfair. Now, my dark mistress, where should I take our prisoner?

[ For being so bad at maintaining a character, he's having far, far too much fun with this. ]

I want you. Whatever that means, whatever form it takes. I chose you. You have to know that it's a choice I believe in.

[But she smiles, soft and almost beatific, and reaches to cup her hand against his cheek again.]

Then look at me, as much as you want. I'm right here.

[He nuzzles against her hand. Just for a moment. Just so he can feel that soft and warm palm against him, and have her know that the gesture carries so much weight.

They'll go back to the castle as dusk settles. He'll sweep her up to his...their room, and all that possessiveness she wants will be hers.

For now he'll keep looking up. It's nearly as blinding as looking at the sun.]

My Sypha.

He bit me first!

[Like children tattling to their parent. However, then Trevor goes and hoists their vampire like a sack of potatoes and wouldn't you know it, Sypha has to go and Take A Minute again because okay, it wasn't just a fluke or a coincidence, it's a pattern and apparently it's not limited to just her being the one picked up and moved around by Trevor's scarred lumberjack arms.

Hhhhhngh.]

Um. I want to ravish him on a rug by the fireplace, so I think you should take him there if you want.

[...She's learned her lesson about orders, for the time being.]

I don't care who bit who first! That's besides the point!

[Trevor picks up everyone and moves them around it's what he does. Alucard has enough of himself back now that is neck is not under attack thank you very much that he can mount a proper protest, gesticulating while he's being hauled off.]

Let's put aside the romance cliches for a moment and at least consider the fact that it is far, far too hot to actually light a fire.

[Bitch, it's early spring. Not even close to it being really hot.]

You two are feeding off of each other far too much.

We're not! [ He huffs, mock-offended. ] We're following the feeding laws perfectly, thank-you-very-much.

[ No he's right, it is far, far, far too hot. But not-orders are not-orders, so they finally leave the front door behind as he carries Alucard back to the fireplace. ]

By your orders.

[ He hooks an arm under Alucard's legs, shrugging the rest of him forward to take his weight with the other arm, and then lowers him down onto the rug. ]

Ravish away.

Hmmm.

[She follows along with them, a little behind so that she can keep Alucard in sight (and stay in sight of him), and there's something really rather compelling about the way that Trevor sets him down so easily, nestling him into the rug like the prince he is.

She thinks a minute. If Alucard really wanted to run, this would be the moment when he'd do it — this transitional moment when he's not precisely caught by either of them, but simply waiting for what comes next. But then, if he's really wanted to get away he could've simply turned into a wolf while still on Trevor's shoulder and crushed him to death, and he didn't do that, either.

So, then. They have their pretty sacrifice and a willing servant. The only thing missing from this little display is the vampire queen.

So she squares her shoulders and walks over, lightly lifting one stockinged foot and resting it in the lower middle of Alucard's torso — careful to avoid where she knows his scar sits, resting down near the tapered end of it instead — to faux-pin him while she reaches up for Trevor's chin and drags him down for a hard kiss as a reward.]

Mmm. Very good.

[ This is how his basic nature has changed, isn't it? Before this, before so recent as Sypha's capture, he would have let Alucard work himself to nothing. Now-

-They have to win this. They have to survive this. But Alucard has to survive this as himself, and that's as desperately important as anything else.

(It would be easy, if Alucard didn't need to survive as himself. He has so many more options open to him, so many more than he did against Sypha's captor, and all he has to do is to let himself be a badly-controlled war dog. These are vampires. Things that he can kill easily. He can kill anyone who whispers anything. He can end all of this, and all that it would take is to let Alucard put down his rabid dog at the end of it.

And there lies the problem.)

He kisses, over and over, and they're short and soft things, quantity over force. ]

Beautiful. So beautiful. [ Not as much so as he ought to be, worn and tired as he is. But still beautiful, even now. ] I love you so much.

I am amending the laws to account for two tipsy emotional vampires who are up to no good at all and keep feeding from each other's energies and ideas.

[Alucard's pretty good at protesting too much. He's good at a lot of things like being at a weird angle over Trevor's shoulder so he can look at Sypha and complain about how ridiculous this entire situation is, for example. He's also very good at reading a room, and right now the room is saying that the other two are having way too much fun, and he'd be the worst buzzkill for a week, at least.

Also, he actually wants to see how long Trevor can keep any of this up for, because if there's one thing the Belmont is known for, it's keeping up a facade like this demands of him.

So while Alucard himself may not be acting as anything but himself, a very put upon version, he can't actually deny that the angle that he's now at (foot on his chest, Sypha putting her mouth over Trevor's and making him watch) is anything but excellent.]

Also you'd do better to use that as a cape if you didn't have it on inside out.

[At every kiss, Alucard wants it to settle. Linger. Cling. That's all he can think of doing, he's already practically wrapped around the Belmont like a koala. Over a year of knowing Sypha and his words are terrible. Every emotion translates into action, and at the moment the overriding emotional state of the vampire is terrified and needing any and every kind of comfort that can be crammed into a single day.

What Trevor has already thought of as greater options Alucard has not even brushed against. It is against his own nature to think of either of them as anything but themselves, not...things to be moved around for the sake preventing a war. Maybe it would be better, but only in the short term. Should they survive this, they would still need each other both emotionally and to continue to keep hold of the city.

I love you. Those are words worth forgetting a certainty of death for. Worth mirroring, and the vampire does just that, the hand slung across Trevor's chest moving to stroke at his cheek instead. Hold it, fingers threatening what possessiveness Alucard can stomach.]

I love you. [I'm yours.] Whatever happens...

[He still can't stop thinking about the future.]

[ He would laugh, but Sypha pulls him down into a deep kiss and- that's a lot. Her pinning Alucard down with a foot is a lot. He breaks away from the kiss, swallowing down gulps of air and having to try very hard to remain in character. ]

The prisoner is questioning your dark ways, mistress.

[ Wow rude, Alucard. The lining cloth is shinier than the outside is! She has to have a shiny cape! ]

How would you have me silence him?

Hmmm.

[That's a good look for Trevor, she decides. A good one for Alucard, too, and — hmm. Maybe there's something to this little vampire queen act, after all.

When she moves, it's languidly, as though she has all the time in the world; she releases Trevor's chin first before easing her foot off of Alucard, and when she backs up it's only far enough to take hold of one of the armchairs and turn it so that it presents a front-row seat to anything that goes on in front of the fireplace.

Every good queen needs her throne, after all, and she retrieves her mug of wine before settling down into the armchair, openly lounging with the drink in one hand while she motions at Trevor with the other.]

See if you can't warm him up to the idea of being ours, my dark minion.

[That one is carefully worded, deliberately avoiding anything resembling an imperative. The one that follows, on the other hand, is intentionally just the opposite.]

Make him whine for me, Trevor.

[ He wants to say that nothing will happen.

He can't. He couldn't lie to Sypha and he won't lie to Alucard. There will be blood before the end of this. Their blood. He can't promise to keep them all alive. He can't promise a way to succeed without giving up something desperately important. ]

You do not face this unarmed. [ Is what he settles on instead. Because that's what he said to Sypha, wasn't it, if significantly more literally. He can't promise a good end to all of this, but he can promise every tool that he can give them to better their chances. ] Whatever comes, I will see you have all you need to return from it whole.

[ He kisses Alucard again, deeper this time. ]

Whatever happens happens by our hands. Trust us.

[They're measured words. Alucard knows that much, because Trevor knows how important they are. Just like Sypha does, but for so very different reasons. Even if this is survived, what comes next? The fae. It nearly makes Carmilla look like something easy to deal with, as she is a vampire and she at least has easy weakensses.

Whole feels like too much to hope for. Alucard clings to it anyway, the same way he leans into that kis. The same way his thumb traces soft circles on Trevor's cheek, savoring each touch. Memorizing the feel of stubble against skin, and knowing that their trials do not end when this is over.]

You two are the only thing I've trusted for a long while now.

[That is a terrible truth to say, but it is worth voicing. They're abandoned by all. They only have each other.]

Will be the only thing I trust.

[ Oh. Oh. That was definitely an order, wasn't it? He doesn't mind (at all, one bit) but he suddenly has a lot more feelings about that to figure out than just not minding.

But later. He can figure that out later. For now he watches Sypha sit down in the armchair with her kitty-mug of wine, staring as if it looks significantly more impressive and dignified than it actually does.

Well. ]

You heard her, our dear little [ Taller than he is. ] captive [ Lying on the floor in his own home. ] princeling [ ...it's not often he says that one without malice, but it seems appropriate enough right now. ].

[ He climbs over Alucard's chest and kneels, one knee at each side of it, leaning over him and stroking a finger down his cheek. ]

Ours. [ He repeats, and the tone is so very different from the way he usually says that word. ]

[Shit, she gave that as an order.

Alucard's doomed. He knows he's doomed because Sypha, masquerading as more of a vampire cliche than most vampires do these days, gave the Belmont an order that involves prevailing upon his person until an exact noise is made. So be it.

There are, however, several questions that the vampire has about say, how free his hands are at the moment. Helpful critique of the situation time is over, just as trying to make sense of the situation time is over. Alucard tries to prop himself up on his forearms, just to see how that's going to play into any of this.

He can at least maintain defiance here without breaking any kind of character, decorum, or the sheer ridiculousness that this situation has evolved into. That translates as to using his head to try and nudge Trevor's fingers away, and disapprovingly looking at them both.]

You both realize I could leave this room any second I wanted, correct?

[He's absolutely not leaving. He wants to see how this plays out.]

Now, how do you propose I stop you from doing that?

[ At least within the confines of the ridiculous fake situation because look, Alucard, you have superpowers and he doesn't have any way to actually stop you from getting up and leaving that doesn't involve making things really, really unsexy really really quickly.

Alucard propping himself up is, for the moment, convenient. It lets Trevor ger a hand under the back of his neck, pulling him up further into a far more aggressive kiss than he'd usually start with. As he does, his other hand tugs Alucard's shirt free from being tucked in neatly, fumbling at the buttons one-handed from the bottom one upward. When he breaks away from the kiss, biting hungrily at Alucard's lip for a moment after it's done, he grins. ]

Or should I figure it out myself?

You haven't already? You are bad at this.

[He's bad at this, the vampire says, as the Belmont is grabbing him and kissing him aggressively in a way that just begs for a response. It takes so much effort to not just return the gesture, but instead pull away, forcing his face to be sour instead of demanding seconds.

Fuck, this is going to be harder to play up than Alucard thought.

But with his arms where they are, he begins to sit up more, shoulders now against Trevor's and forearms freed. There's now a hand on Trevor's waist, the start of a gesture that if any of this was real, would mean he was going to shove Trevor.]

I can't possibly tell you how to fix the problem. I'd endanger myself.

[ He'll worry. He'll worry desperately about the fae when it's October. Now, they're the furthest thing from his mind. The threat is that they might take him away from the city at a vital moment, not anything more.

(Because despite everything, he is not anything more than his ability to protect Alucard and Sypha. What happens afterward doesn't matter, only that the fae can make him fail them.) ]

We'll be sure to earn it.

[ It hurts to think of. They have so many allies, and all of them lost to them. Still beloved, but no longer worthy of the absolute trust that they have for each other. And so instead of thinking about it too much, he kisses Alucard again. Sustained, this time, but still not forceful. ]

Tell me what you've missed. What you've wanted, while you were away from us.

Already have. Don't need to do it again.

[Everyone else, nothing will ever be given in full again. There are a few where Alucard has figured out what happened (Theodora's kindred are the leverage Carmilla has over her, he realized that last night), but that doesn't save them from never being above suspicion. It just explains some of the current state of the city. Trevor and Sypha, they belong to each other, owe each other more than they owe anyone else above or below them.

Trevor's question is the easiest thing in the world to answer though. The vampire pauses in all of their kisses, and when he laughs it is soft and uneasy and scared of the words that leave his mouth.]

This. Both of you. Everything. [It isn't helpful. He tries again.] Just being in your arms like this.

I don't know. I'm just the dark minion.

[ Oh, the hand on his chest. That's a problem, isn't it? He lets himself be 'shoved' dramatically from on top of Alucard (with a very poorly acted 'oh nooooooo'), only to move behind him before he gets up, legs coiled around his waist.

He tuts, arms wrapping around Alucard's shoulders, pulling his back against his chest. ]

There's only one punishment for that kind of resistance. [ He says, trying to keep his voice low and also not to laugh. And then, to indicate what he means that 'punishment' to be, he moves his head down to nip lightly at Alucard's neck. ]

He's a very obedient dark minion, you realize.

[So Sypha points out from the comfort of her chair-throne, having at some point during this process pulled her legs up to bend them at the knee and curl them under herself as she continues to clasp her mug in both hands in an almost kittenish way. It's quite the show they're putting on for her, and she's certainly not unaffected by it; there's a little flush high in her cheeks that gives her away, however well she's managed to keep a straight and imperious face otherwise.]

He's not going to stop until he gets me what I want, my dearest princeling.

[She's careful to watch Alucard, though, with that last word. It's not one she ever uses, and one that Trevor sometimes does, but not typically in a positive fashion. Still, he hadn't reacted to it badly the previous time, so perhaps it's all right, even so.

She gets up, abandoning her glass, and walks over to the two of them, sinking down onto her knees in front of Alucard and reaching to take his chin in her hand while Trevor works away at his neck.]

It's because he loves me, you know. He would do anything for me.

[What a funny little moment of things coming full-circle, when that's precisely the remark that got this all started in the first place.]

Wouldn't you like to love me like that, too?

It's yours, then. All of it. Until dawn tomorrow. And then we begin again, stronger.

[ 'Begin again, stronger' is something he's having to get his head around himself. It's the only way to rationalize taking time like this to convalesce. But it's important. He takes the time to go to church and help with the sunday school classes. Sypha makes time for her radio shows. Even in this crisis. They're important. Whatever equivalent Alucard had, he sacrificed it long before Trevor was here. And so he has this in its place. Them. Their arms and hands and lips. ]

We still have a couple frozen meals. You could stay this way all day, if you need.

[Alucard's not convinced by stronger. He will be come morning, when he's capable of thinking without drowning in his own thoughts. When he can sit and talk strategy without bursting at the seems. It's then they'll find out that Trevor's display will have bought them a week of everyone being scared into obeying, and have enough to parlay with Agatha to perhaps rescind the entire declaration.

Food though. He can think about food, because cooking is one of his outlets. Grocery shopping had happened yesterday, before party prepartion, because he needed something to center himself.

Staying like this all day it shall be. Alucard sinks down against Trevor again, more firmly than before.]

That would be wisest, I think.

[He's never leaving them home alone for more than five minutes ever again.

It's the only thought that Alucard manages before Trevor is behind him, holding him much too still, and performing the action that is the genesis of this in the first place: kissing at his neck in all the right ways. Alucard puts effort into not squirming or vocalizing, but that just seems to get Trevor to hold on tighter until Alucard gives up that fight. There's a soft little moan, and his hands seek something to hang onto.

They settle on the rug, but his eyes are on Sypha. He's not sure what expression is on his own face (it's someone very much trying to hide how very turned on they are in this moment), but it seems that his face and noises are secondary. She has risen from her throne and the kitty mug of wine, tipsier for her time there and doubtlessly full of more ideas.

He could do without the princeling though. There's a look of could you not? in his eyes when she says the word (Trevor will get the same look next time it's used), but that's all. His chin in her hands is too much. His cheeks have color in them, actual redness not the threat of pale pink that often goes with a vampire's blush, and he has to think about what he says next.

They're working for this, goddamnit. He can't address Trevor's punishment comment, but Sypha's he can try.]

It seems more like lust from my current angle. Especially with what you want.

[He's trying not to smirk as he says it. The vampire? The vampire is failing.]

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