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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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I...am not awake enough for that discussion, I think.

[It's a conversation that relies on a lot more thinking, and at least one sustained interaction with his father to see where things lie at the moment. That moment of return, Alucard knows there was fear in him.

The townhouse might be best for a while.]

Didn't ask Sypha to what?

Promise not to stake him.

[ He pulls away from Alucard, just a little, enough to look him in the eyes properly. ]

We won't let him hurt you. You know that, don't you?

The past year and a half has demonstrated exactly why we cannot do that under any circumstances, and she's smart enough to know that.

[Don't make him take this fucking job back.

The vampire nods when Trevor looks him in the eye. Trevor's talking about a new job, but he'll always be needed here. Next to Alucard.]

I know. [He squeezes Trevor's waist gently. Alucard's not too solid at grabbing yet.] Shield.

I'm chanting in Enochian to preserve the existence of a demon I summoned into an automobile with blood magic, which itself is a material excess given to me by the half-vampire I regularly fornicate with!

[In short, if that's not enough sin and heresy, we're going to have to resort to drastic measures. Somewhere in the engine, the demon groans, which makes the car creak and a little sputter of smoke cough out of its exhaust pipes.]

I can start reciting Gnostic gospels if you think it would help!

[ He would have liked to rise to his feet with a smooth, seductive motion. Unfortunately, his legs and arms feel a little like jelly right now, and it takes a few tries before he stumbles his way up.

Following instructions, he finds his way around Sypha and wraps his arms around her shoulders from behind. ]

I'm going to earn so many kisses.

[ He's forgotten he's meant to be keeping up a character, so this is this story's new character: Trevor Belmont, just hornier and stupider than usual. One hand falls downward to brush Alucard's hair away from his eyes so Sypha has a better view of his face as he kisses. His own lips go for her neck, kissing there lightly and giving her a chance to object if she doesn't want him to bite down. ]

Good enough!

[ And there's a snip of the scissors from the medical kit, and hopefully he hasn't messed up her hair too much. He tosses the hair in with the sulphur and pulls one of the bottles of wine from the back of the car, pulling the cork with his teeth and pouring that in there as well. And then blood, from his hand where Dracula had drawn it before. ]

Right, I think- probably, you set it all on fire. Demons like fire! I think!

Always.

[ His hand moves from Alucard's hair to his cheek, stroking softly. He's alive. He's going to need more time to recover, but he's alive. This is over. They're all of them safe- or as safe as a Belmont can be in the presence of Dracula. ]

What are you going to do? Other than take awfully long naps.

I'll keep to normal hours.

[That's a promise, if only because it is cruel to let the two of them keep dealing with Dracula alone. There's another happier noise, and as dearly as the vampire wants to bury his face into Trevor's chest, it's more important that Trevor be able to see his very much alive face.

A very much alive face that has a thin and tired and satisfied smile on it.]

Wedding planning, I suppose.

Eep!

[You know, even at her worst when she was toying with one or the other of them, it never quite escalated to the level of being outright two on one — not until now, it seems, when Alucard catches hold of her in a way that knocks the breath out of her lungs from the delight, and just as she's getting accustomed to that Trevor's behind her and twining around her as well.

And it is, in fact, A Lot. Alucard's lips on her breast make her all the more aware of every ragged breath she draws, the rise and fall of her chest as it swells with air and recedes; Trevor's mouth on her neck fits neatly over her pulse and leaves her acutely aware of how it's racing from the attention.

So maybe it's no surprise when she whimpers softly, eyes falling half-lidded as she's utterly robbed of her focus, drawn in two separate directions and too overwhelmed to properly focus on either one.]

[Honestly, at this point it's a miracle they're not pouring pepper into the gas tank just because it's the opposite of salt.

This is going to be tricky, however, because the need to hold the blood seal in place is consuming essentially all of her focus, and if it gives for even an instant she might lose him. But early, early on — the very day she'd met Alucard, before he'd even known her name — she'd known how to put fire in a man's hand, and so with a burst of will drawn up from some deep and subconscious reserve, she musters a tiny ball of liquid fire and floats it over toward Trevor's hands while she gets back to chanting.]

It won't burn you! Take it and do what you must!

Mmmmm.

[Alucard's hum is pressed against Sypha's skin, muffled by the fabric that is in the way. There's another hand that needs to be occupied now, but there's a pressing matter for Alucard and he takes just a moment to undo the fly of his trousers and pull them and his underthings down.

That hand then goes to Sypha's waist, grip firm but not daring to go further. Not yet. Not without her sayso.]

You were saying about not being overthrown, dark mistress?

[Alucard's eyes flick up, careful to observe exactly where Sypha has been brought between the two. The best part is the way she's breathing now, temporarily without words and spoiled for affection. When he laughs, low and dark and heady, it is against her breast again.]

I'd say this is a successful coup, wouldn't you my friend?

[He means Trevor.]

Oh, shit, right.

[ He reaches back for a moment, to the collection the ribbons and buttons and googly eyes on the bedside table, the ones he's been using to decorate the various potatoes. His hand returns with a short length of ribbon, and he gently pulls Alucard's hand away from his chest so that he can tie it around his ring finger. ]

I'll ask properly once you're both here, and I have something better. [ There's a reason he needs to find work, okay? ] For now, I just want to spite your father in the meantime.

[ HA HA, VLAD. YOU HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS REALITY WHERE YOUR SON IS MARRYING A BELMONT. ]

Hm?

[Alucard's careful enough to lighten his grip on Trevor's shirt so that the Belmont can reach back for whatever it is he's looking for. As Trevor moves, Alucard tilts his head, and...

...oh.

He's never going to get a better wake up from a depression nap ever again.

Alucard's laugh is a little hoarse, but it is so very, very warm. He looks down at the ribbon, and there's a bigger, stupider grin on his face.]

I'm all for spite.

[That's a Good Proposal in and of itself, frankly. He can't stop looking. Because the vampire's an idiot and wooed by smaller moments of affection.]

I'd be happy with just the ribbon.

[More than that, the vampire hasn't offered to pay himself. Or mention people who might have work that needs working.]

[ There's that lovely noise again. And he's not even bitten down yet. He does, now. Only likely, and only for a moment, far more cautious than he is with Alucard.

Almost as lovely is the soft sound of Alucard's trousers hitting the ground. Well. He doesn't have a good angle to see, but hearing- hearing is nice. ]

Suppose so. Doesn't seem fair that she has to be on her feet. I forgot what I was, but I don't think it was a barbarian.

[ He could be suggesting they lay Sypha on the rug, but the way he's moving suggests otherwise. He's preparing to take her weight, so that if Alucard lifts her legs they can keep her suspended between them. ]

[ He can't do fire. Never has been able to. He can find information, he can communicate, he can set up half-decent wards and counterspells. Not fire. So it's kind of a novelty, to capture the flame in his hands. He crushes it in his palm, squeezing it like a fruit into the mixture of hair and wine and sulphur and blood.

Somehow the flame catches.

The car creaks and shudders, and thick red and gold and black smoke comes from the gas tank, and from somewhere in the roaring flames there's howling laughter. ]

[ He laughs awkwardly at that, rubbing the back of his head, because no. He has to Do This Right. He is a Good Catholic Boy and he has to marry his Heretic Girlfriend and his Vampire Boyfriend properly, dammit. ]

I can do better than repurposing the trim of a potato's dress, you know.

[ He brings his hand up to Alucard's, not taking it but leaving it near for him to grab onto. ]

This is just so I didn't break my end of the bargain. You came back to us, you get a ring.

[TREVOR YOU'RE EASTERN ORTHODOX.]

I know. It's a place holder. But the potatoes are important too.

[The vampire is saving this ribbon, because he's still a sentimental fuck.

And to hell with it. Trevor's right. He's back, he's here, he's in one of the two sets of arms that matters most. So he leans up so he can kiss the Belmont.

Depression nap breath is, unsurprisingly, gross as hell. So Alucard doesn't linger.]

[ THAT DOESN'T MAKE IT LESS IMPORTANT TO DO THIS RIGHT

DO YOU THINK HIS GRANDMAS WOULD LET HIM LIVE IF HE FUCKED THIS UP?????

It kind of is gross as hell. He wants to act like it isn't, but it really kind of is. They had to wash him and change his clothes to keep the cuts clean, but that doesn't make a bit of difference for the breath. ]

Every time, I forget to bring mints for you.

[ He kisses back anyway, then breaks it to kiss his forehead instead. ]

[THEY WOULDN'T.

The vampire is so aware it's gross. But some things just need to be done properly, gross or not. They're also worth it because they make him laugh.]

Maybe I should get to the bathroom and take care of that.

[Wait.]

Am I allowed out of bed?

Not yet.

[ He is. As far as Trevor's concerned, anyway. If he can stand, it's probably best that he be up and about after sleeping for so long. The movement's probably better for him than lying in bed, even if it's just walking from here to the living room or their own room.

But- ]

Not done hugging you. You're allowed out once Sypha's show is done. We'll go surprise her at the end of this.

She can't knock me over though. It's been known to happen.

[Alucard's question is less about that and more about not aggravating the one deeper cut he knows is there on his thigh. He has a free hand, so he runs his finger down to try and gauge how it's healing.

Just bandages there. So he has to clarify.]

Is anything going to open if I walk?

Can't say for sure. We've been able to move you in and out of the bath without problems.

[ Not the one in the bathroom. It's a metal tub, and Sypha's been in charge of filling and heating it. ]

Walking might be different. Just- take it easy. I'll find you a curtain pole.

[ That would be what is known as a joke. Not so much because he admits the curtain pole made a crappy crutch, more because the idea of Alucard needing a crutch is laughable when he's just going to be leaning against Trevor until he recovers. It'll annoy Dracula more that way. ]

[This is an unprecedented level of collaborative scheming, Sypha thinks nebulously through a daze of trying to track all the different stimuli presented to her (the clink of Alucard's belt buckle, the whisper of fabric, the pressure of teeth, the timbre of their voices, the darkness of Alucard's laugh, the tremor it makes resonate beneath her skin), and has to stop herself from turning her head to try to see everything, lest she accidentally concuss herself against Trevor in the process. They're up to something, and she can't quite follow it, not until Trevor says something about on her feet and then she's reeling all over again, stricken with an abrupt flash of arousal at the prospect of being lifted and moved like it's nothing.

It's not just that; it's everything. The way Alucard has taken to the game like a fish to water, despite his initial protests. The way Trevor bites her, and she wants to tell him she won't break, that she wants to see the marks in the morning. The way they're moving as if to envelop her, one in front and one behind, and she doesn't know where to focus, what to do.]

Neither of you is kissing me —

[She doesn't mean it to sound so pleading, but that's how it comes out. Her hands are mostly pinned, but she still tries her best to reach for them, wriggling her arms until she can almost get one in front and one behind, trying to let her fingers make contact with whatever of her boys she can.]

This is cruel and unusual, to leave me without a kiss...

Mm. If anything starts to bleed, then we stop.

[Because right now there's nothing the vampire can think of as worse than pulling stitches and listening to his father lecture him about appropriate convalesnce.]

The pole is in the chest at the foot of our bed, by the way.

[Just in case Trevor's serious. Just in case anyone ever needed to know how bad the vampire is with not being sentimental. He grins, burying his face against Trevor finally.]

I'm looking at my crutch anyway.

I...think that is a good sign?

[It certainly sounds demonic enough! And it doesn't feel quite as much like she's trying to hold a ship at anchor in a storm anymore, so she cautiously starts to relinquish her spellchains, wary but curious.]

It...sounds happier.

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