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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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Oh, agreed.

[There are times to never abuse vampire powers.

Now is categorically not one of those times, because when Sypha manages what do you mean, float, the vampire lifts himself up and off the ground just by a few inches, and that means that Sypha's legs are going with him. Truly, it might work better if his place and Trevor's were switched, but it isn't really the point

The point is floating. And Sypha very much is floating now, with Trevor holding onto her the way he is and Alucard being extra enough to take the suggestion literally.

He is careful though as he supports her knees over his one forearm, leaving the other free. Sypha's skirt is already sliding up thanks to the slight shift and angle, and it's the job of his other hand to take care of the rest of the fabric, leaving exposed thighs for only the two of them to see.]

Oh for fuck's sake- I was acting. I didn't mean-

[ Actually, you know what? This is fine. This is more than fine. The weight of Sypha's body sinks against his chest as her feet leave the ground, and he moves to support her, hooking his elbows under her arms so that he can carry her weight while keeping his upper arms free to run lazily over her stomach and chest.

It's just about impossible to get to her neck from this angle, but he can lean his head down to kiss her forehead, face almost upside-down compared to hers. ]

-never mind. This is good. This was a good rebellion.

That's easy for you two to say, I think!

[That's Sypha's brief break in character, startled as she is by her legs being upended, essentially rendering her horizontal between the two of them and it's — weirdly sexy, sort of, in the way it makes her feel a little exposed and vulnerable all at once, caught up between the two people she trusts more than anyone else in the world.

(She mustn't kick Alucard. It's easier said than done with his hand skimming over her thigh the way it is, and it's not that she's ticklish exactly, but — she's more sensitive than she is normally, somehow, from being immobilized like this.)

She doesn't want to close her eyes. She wants to watch them, drink it down, watch the both of them and see what it is they're getting up to, but something about the feeling of their hands exploring her body is just — overwhelming, in a good way, and she can't help but squeeze her eyes shut from it, robbing herself of one sense and making all the others so much more heightened by comparison.]

Please —

Unless you're particularly looking forward to it.

[ The anger, that is, not the indulging. Everyone's looking forward to the indulging, probably. ]

It can wait. I'll be angry at you when you stop looking at me like that.

[ Because how? Can he be angry at this vampire? When he looks so soft??? ]

I wouldn't have suggested it if it wasn't a good idea.

[The vampire is full of good ideas! The vampire is also well aware that all three of them will absolutely break character to indulge in a pants-on-head stupid argument, so he makes a point to stop it before it can begin in earnest.

Besides, with all that fabric out of the way, there are new places for his hands to explore. His offending hand, the one that looked at Sypha's skirt and said nope moves down to the waistband of her undergarments, and a single finger hooks into them. The others stroke at the skin just underneath it, and there is a pleasant, rich hum from Alucard as Sypha squeaks out a single word.]

Please what, former dark mistress?

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Hm, that sounds like a way to get out of the anger entirely, you know.

[EXACT WORDS, BELMONT.]

Do I ever look at you any other way?

Still got all his hair, probably still liable to murder me, and-

[ As if on cue, there's a terrible crack. Trevor only knows that the castle's moving is like from centuries-old accounts of it, how it occupies a space and forces what was there before out of it. He doesn't really have that to complain it to. The building cracks, then parts of it begin to break off loudly and violently, sending stone and wood and metalwork smashing into the ground around them and missing the two of them and the car by chance alone, revealing-

-the same building, underneath it, somehow occupying the exact same space and forcing the old one out of it. The house of justice. ]

-and shit, get the gun.

Sometimes you look kind of sad.

[ Can he be angry at the vampire when he looks kind of sad, though? That seems difficult. ] Or bored.

[ He sighs with contentment, though, for now. He's back. He's safe. He doesn't know that he can be angry with him any time soon. ]

[...Oh.

Okay, so it's a very good thing that they've got the car back up and running at this point, because this is some Fall of the House of Usher bullshit, right now.]

What is —

[Guess who is having a wild first introduction to the Torture House of Justice.]

Was that inside the other one?!

...Well, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised by that first one.

[It's accurate. For a lot of reasons, but many of them should be gone now. If not gone, then minimized quite a bit, and the vampire can be absolutely content with that.]

I'll work on bored. Find better things to occupy myself with now, outside of the two of you.

[When was the last time the vampire actually got to think about the future? With Sypha, perhaps, before the needs of the city made themselves clear. They had spoken of places to travel to, things to see and...

yes.

Alucard hums for a moment, nuzzling at whatever he can reach of Trevor.]

She and I talked about traveling, you know. Going back to old places she'd been before and would want to see again.

Asking questions is not getting the gun!

[ He's grabbing everything he can think of that might come in useful. Grave dirt. The vampire killer. The first aid kit. The literal ice-box (it's a box, it's lined with magical ice) they've been using to transport blood. Sypha's wrist. And then he's marching toward that building. ]

But yes. They were in different places, now they're not. Vampire bullshit.

[ Trevor, for his part, is more cautious after that squeak, resting his head against Sypha's and reaching up to stroke her hair as best he can manage.

(Even now, it's hard not to treat Sypha like she's made of glass, and this is part of it.) ]

What would you ask, dark mistress?

[ Wait apparently he forgot this was a rebellion already. ]

[ A stab of jealousy (the two of them were able to talk about the future, when he never could) melts into warmth when he lets himself think about it (the two of them are able to talk about the future, when they haven't been able to in so long). He sighs again, reaching for the cool, thin blanket to wrap it around the both of them. Not for warmth, but for a barrier, as if this talk of travel were a matter of conspiracy, something to hide away from the world. ]

Would you want to? This is- just about the only place I have any roots anymore. I can go just about anywhere if you want me to.

Even I've only seen a tiny fraction of this country.

[The vampire's failed to clarify that this conversation happened ages ago. It was all a part of learning about her, about her life, about what Sypha loved most from her life as a Speaker and trying to parlay it into being stationary whenever the vampire could.

Best to amend that now.]

I don't doubt she's changed her mind, over a year later. This was...I think we must have had that conversation before you even left Europe. Some time ago, at any rate.

[Alucard doesn't begrudge the blanket at all. If anything he's glad for it, for the additional sense of closeness it gives them.]

We can see her people, out in California. Or go north. Or east. Anywhere. She's probably been there before us anyway.

[The worst part about the way they've got her caught, Sypha quickly decides, is that with her feet off the ground and her arms dangling mostly uselessly where they're hooked around Trevor's, she really doesn't have the leverage to act, as opposed to being acted upon. Case in point, try as she might to roll her hips into the touch of Alucard's fingers and chase some friction from them, she really has no way of doing it with any sort of satisfaction.

(Oh, she could cheat. She could have Trevor on her side again in an instant. But where's the long-term fun in that?)

Still, it's not as though she's being neglected, or really at odds with how things are proceeding. She's just more inhibited than usual from imposing her intent on the world around her, and it's strange to get used to.]

One of you, hold me —

[It's evident from the inflection that she's not talking about being prettily bound.]

Both of you, I don't care, but — just —

[Shit. They're inches away from breaking the Sypha.

Alucard's eyes move from drinking in the vision that is Sypha completely and utterly on the edge of being undone, and he looks to Trevor with just the mildest bit of concern. Or at least worry that they've let this go on for just the tiniest bit too long and they should probably put Sypha down on the rug.]

Let's get the world beneath your feet again.

[He murmurs it softly, and then there's no more floating on the vampire's end. His feet touch the ground, and he's careful so that the forearm under Sypha's knee remains where it is, even if the angle is now more awkward for him. No fabric moving, that's important too.

Trevor's the one with Sypha's front wrapped in his arms, which means the direction of where she needs to be is absolutely on him.]

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I've seen one port and the insides of a lot of trains. I think you're overestimating the amount of input I can realistically give, here.

[ He purses his lips in thought, trying to make sense of a lot of options he doesn't stand the slightest hope of understanding. ]

California's a pretty name. And if her people are there, I'd like to see them

[ They deserve to know what became of their European cousins in the war. ]

Then we have to ask her to design the entire trip. That...[Alucard pauses, then laughs softly.] That'd make her happy, I think.

[But, California first.]

They're the most non-traditional, out there. My understanding is that a lot of them are involved with film making, which does make sense in it's way.

[AND NOW WE KNOW HOW THE GANG GOES TO HOLLYWOOD HAPPENS.]

Yeah. Yeah, let's.

[ He moves closer to Alucard, shifting his arms again so he's supporting Sypha's body in one and can use the other to lift her legs out of Alucard's arms and bundle her up against his chest in an awkward sort of princess carry. Against Alucard's too, standing this close. ]

I'm going to put you back down, now. That okay?

[ He's ready to lower her legs back to the ground, but he won't until he'd given the instruction. ]

Makes her happy, means I can't screw it up. Seems like a winning plan all around.

[ He pulls back again, just for a moment, to check his watch. ]

Five minutes left of her show. Shall we go surprise her?

Gets us out of this city for a while too. We could all use that.

[There's a little whine of protest as Trevor pulls back. Alucard knows why he's doing it, but still. His warm Belmont.]

I want to, but I admit getting out of bed seems a trial.

[ He kisses the vampire again, depression nap breath be damned. ]

What if I carry you?

[Well that's the ideal. The vampire just nods in approval.]

I'm bringing the blanket with me. So it can bundle all three of us up.

[Better, that's better in a flash, snuggled up tight between the both of them like this. Switched to a princess carry, her arms are free to actually go to work, and it isn't long before she's got a fistful of Alucard's shirt twisted in her fingers and the other wrapped up in Trevor's, holding them both close because she needs it, at the end of the day she always needs them both.]

Wait. This is nice.

[The three of them, fit together. It's not about having her feet on the ground; it's about the contentment of having them both so close, boxed in by the security of the two men she loves so much.]

It's nice...

[The togetherness. The three of them. It's just...so nice.]

You two...are overwhelming, do you know that?

Fine, fine.

[ He pulls himself free of the blankets. Free of the vampire's arms, difficult as that is, and moves to the side of the bed, wrapping the blanket around Alucard and preparing to lift him. ]

You'll tell me the second this hurts, right?

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