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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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[There is still light on the first floor. The single door that remains open, the one that leads to the basement, that is now shrouded in pitch black darkness, and as Trevor and Sypha approach, the entire building begins to shake. Earthquakes are felt from the ground up. This movement is from the inside out, an expression of the magic wrapped around the entire building resonating with it's architect's absolute rage.

In the basement, there are several things happening at once. Alucard, bugfuck terrified and aware that he is probably about to die if not as a usurper then for just being in a place where his father wouldn't want him, is scrambling to Agatha so she can get out. Wrapped in protective spells as she is, this is Dracula. Whatever she has, it can be undone in a moment. Carmilla, keenly aware that she is about to be on the receiving end of Dracula's rage, has decided that if she cannot have the fight then she will at least land a final wound on Alucard, and that means her morningstar wraps around Alucard's mid-thigh. He's pulled back just as the presence of Dracula fills the room, and there's something piercing him as he watches Agatha get out of the door at the very last second.

Dracula has always had presence. Gravity. The literal ability to suck the air out of the room if he decides to do so. But in this moment he is a figure who takes up the entire room, whose face nearly stretches from floor to ceiling, whose single declaration of ENOUGH brings everything to a standstill. Carmilla's frozen in place in front of great, glowing red eyes, and from the shadows there is a pair of hands with long, spider-like fingers that wrap around her entirely.

Alucard passes out at the first blood curdling scream, a combination of shock, exhaustion, and wanting no knowledge of what horrors Carmilla is about to have visited upon her. He's happier in ignorance. He knows that much.]

[Alucard takes care of the undergarments the rest of the way, tossing them over his shoulder to God only knows where. They'll find them later.

It occurs to him, somewhere between that and the wild twitch of his hip that's caused by the careful movement of Sypha's hand, that he's the least dressed of all of them. Trevor still has a shirt on (which is a crime), Sypha's still got everything on save her panties, and he's....

...well, it's not important in the end, but it is funny.]

I won't move until either of you do. [He tugs Trevor's hair though, and there's no gentleness to it. Just like there's nothing but desperation in his plea:] But hurry.

I shouldn't have-

[ Shouldn't have touched her. Shouldn't have held her like that, like she was something precious to him. A thousand ways to get a body from one place to another, and he chose the only one with too much meaning behind it. And it was a spur of the moment choice but it was still a choice he made. He wanted to pull her against his chest, to feel if she really was light and delicate as a little songbird, to feel like she was his for a few minutes of navigating glass and spilled food and drinks.

Shouldn't have buried his face in Adrian's fur all of those times. Shouldn't have pulled him close and rested his head against him. Shouldn't have touched him at all, regardless of the form. Shouldn't have pushed him into sparring in case it was ever needed, and certainly shouldn't have let the sparring end with the vampire pinning him down with one hand to his chest.

...there are a lot of things he shouldn't have done. His face is bright red when he withdraws his hands from it, and he really, really isn't meeting Alucard's gaze. ]

I'm so sorry.

[The vampire just sighs. There is clearly too much going on in that head of Trevor's, and none of it is something he's going to talk about. Oh, Alucard could try and drag it out inch by painful inch, but he remembers full well what it was like when Trevor first started living at the castle and what an awful thing it was.

But he does get up, and walks over. Settles down on the floor next to Trevor instead, hoping that proximity but not looking at the man will help.]

Trevor, whatever you're apologizing for, you probably don't need to issue the apology.

Just my fangs, apparently.

{He made a joke??? about it??? That's progress!!!

Alucard's next few movements are just as awkward as before, wobbly and ridiculous. But after those are out of his system, there are a few more confident ones. He is absolutely not skating in a skillful manner, but he's gotten used to the pattern of movement without overthinking it. (Which was the problem. Overthinking the movement. Plus fear of falling in front of Sypha.)

And it's all fine until the vampire realizes that he's at the end of the little pond, and he tries to break just to land face first in the snow.]

[ Oh, Sypha's wriggling about. That's certainly happening. He gasps, moving both hands to her hips to still her. ]

Easy, easy. Save it for once we've started.

[ And- well, speaking of starting. He lifts Sypha by her hips, pulling her back until she's close to him and then with only a little figuring out of positioning, lowering her down slowly onto himself. He was intending to nip at her neck again as he did, but it just turns into exhaling against it, breath hot and ragged. ]

I-

[ -he does. He needs to apologise for so much. He needs to just wait two more weeks, let this situation resolve itself.

That's a dark thought, isn't it? ]

-did she seem well, to you? I was worried.

[ She's fine. She's been fine the entire night. The incident barely even shook her - it might have been between vampires, but it's probably hardly the first time she's been privy to drunks squabbling over stupid things. But it's an attempt to deflect Alucard's concern, because he's been here long enough to know that making that concern go away is a fruitless task.

(It's endearing, how hard he tries to make she they're both well, and that's another big old pit of emotions to fall down.) ]

Please. She's Sypha. It takes far, far more than that to shake her.

[He says it all too warmly. The vampire's never hidden his affection for Sypha. If anything, Trevor's probably seen the more genuine side of it living with them, rather than simply observing the two in public. Alucard's an absolute idiot for her, and it's all the more reason he bristles when he hears Alucard's witch muttered among other vampires.

Alucard knows that answer doesn't help though, so he tilts his head at Trevor.]

Do you need me to not be a person for a little while?

Oooh.

[That's a reasonable approximation of the noise she makes as she's lifted and moved and settled, and for a few seconds after she's left devoid of words (a Speaker, speechless) as she closes her eyes and spends them simply feeling.

She regains control of her hands much sooner than she does her voice, and there's undeniable urgency in them as she makes grabby hands at Alucard, dragging him down to her so that she can kiss him ravenously. It's messier than she'd like it to be, punctuated in places by little shuddering breaths as she gradually grows accustomed to Trevor, but she's more than willing to give as good as she gets, and it's all aimed toward trying to make Alucard feel as good as she does just then.

Circuits again. All of them connected, each one linked to the other. That's how it's supposed to be.]

— Oh!

[Well. That's...not great. One minute he was soaring like an eagle on a pogo stick, and now he's...facedown in a snowdrift, and she's still in the middle of the frozen pond, and not exactly in a position to run to his side.

It's more like slow shuffle-skimming, ultimately, but she gets there eventually.]

Adrian! You were doing so well, but now you do have to master turning...

No, I- really don't.

[ Or maybe he does. But- in truth that's been an excuse to wrap his arms around Alucard's shoulders and pull him close and be near to him for a while. There's something wrong about that, something filthy about taking something that's being offered as comfort and turning it into something different.

(It's him. He's the 'something filthy'.) ]

You're probably right. She's. [ Impossibly beautiful. The loveliest thing in this country. The brightest, kindest thing that he has ever seen. ] Probably fine.

[The vampire is very, very careful to make sure Trevor has enough room to move. It isn't that any of this is delicate right now, aside from the fact that it is, it's that Alucard gets to watch this so rarely and he wants to take advantage of that fact. Of how their Belmont, a man (fae-man, technically) whose hands are all rough ad work worn, a man whose head for strategy means he walks into a room full of vampires with at least twenty ideas of how to cut through trouble makers, can be so gentle and careful with Sypha. Of how their Sypha, bright and beautiful and always too eager, can be rendered speechless. It's a wonder to watch. He's lost in it. Sypha's expression, Trevor's breath, how they fit together.

He keeps getting lost in it without Trevor's arm to anchor the vampire. It is only when Sypha drags him down that Alucard is snapped back to reality again, and in this reality, he is a vampire with so little control. Messy kisses are fine. That's all he's capable of right now, his one hand immediately flying to Sypha's cheek to try and at least hold the two of them in place, and his other on Trevor's shoulder for support.

There's a thigh that he's rubbing against, terribly hard and extremely uncoordinated, and Alucard's not sure whose it is. He absolutely doesn't care though, because he is driven by overwhelming want right now, want of touch and he has it and won't let go.]

[He's not convinced by that response. That much is clear when the vampire sighs and forces himself to look back at his car rather than at Trevor. This is a disaster, and he's not exactly sure how it can be resolved.]

I think she'll be in the library if you want to check on her. Said something about working on a old poem she found.

[Another fae saga. One that's entirely about their contracts.]

[By the time Sypha gets there, the vampire has at least pulled himself out of the snowdrift, and he's standing in the snow rather than on the ice to avoid falling. There's snow all in his hair, and the vain thing he is, Alucard is mostly concerned with getting the stuff out.]

Braking would also be good. Braking might be better than turning, I expect.

[Alucard hisses suddenly, and his hand has to dive into his sweater to pull out another clump of snow.]

It gets everywhere!

I shouldn't.

[ He'll fuck up again if he's in the same room as her right now, won't he? Stand a little too close, or let her attach herself to him, or mistake any of her kindness for more than it is.

He looks his hands over (too rough, too scarred, compared to the smooth skin of both of them). ]

I- thank you. For your hospitality. For everything.

Believe it or not, we enjoy having you around. Deeply. We're glad to give it.

[The we is important. Because if it was just Sypha or just himself with this annoying thing for the Belmont, that would be a problem. But it isn't. They both like him. Want him as more than a guardian for the city that happens to live in the house, want him to be viewed as more than a political prize. He should just be theirs to love.]

You know that, right?

[Running for the basement feels like leaping from the train all over again. Determination and a descent, and the knowledge that at the end of wherever she's running will be Adrian, waiting for her, and — this time she's far more conscious of it than she was the last — probably in a state of absolute disarray. There's no waiting, no holding back. She knows the priorities as well as Trevor does. Adrian first, and then everything else.

She's halfway down the stairs when they run into Agatha, who is on her way up less because she intends to quit the figurative field and more just because it's impossible to be downstairs at this point, between Dracula's ire raging and the force of his presence rocking the foundations from below. It would be madness to try and get down there before the shockwaves have abated.

Sypha's damn well prepared to try anyway.]

[ He stares at Alucard, and he is so close to understanding. He does understand, for just a moment. And then he snatches the answer away from himself, because that's fucking presumptuous and ungrateful.

So no, he doesn't understand. Won't let himself. ]

I'll- [ And so he doesn't know how to answer. ] -I'll miss you both at the end of this.

[ Wait, no. That was the wrong thing to say. He shakes his head, mumbling something very insulting aimed at himself in french, and tries again. ]

I need to sleep, I think. Fucking parties always suck the life out of me.

Be glad it's not the wet kind, or it would stick and you'd be even more miserable.

[This is helpful. She is helping.

She's also shuffling over closer to the edge of the pond, arms outstretched as if to try to help him clear some of the snow from where it's clinging to his clothes.]

You've really never encountered snow like this before, have you...?

[There's no good response to your Not-Yet-Boyfriend reminding you he's got a good chance of being kidnapped by the fae at the end of the month. Alucard flinches at the reminder though, and that means he doesn't make out whatever Trevor mutters to himself.

But sleep would help. Hopefully.]

Do you need one of us to at least see you to bed?

[Does he trust Trevor on his own two feet at the moment? Absolutely not.]

[Alucard's happy for the help in clearing all the snow off himself. Because he doesn't like it. He likes the things that snow requires, like warm fuzzy sweaters and blankets, but snow? He's not finding any good arguments in favor of it.]

You've lived in the same city I did my entire life! If it ever snowed there everything would shut down.

[Which would be amazing, but not the point.]

It was very rare for the three of us to travel, and it was usually before snows hit.

You and your home that stays in one place and your little world you spent your entire life in.

[She's teasing. The fact that she's helping brush snow off of the hard to reach places is a mitigating factor, probably.]

...Where did you go, when you did travel? Were you old enough to remember where they took you?

[He grumbles. Of course he does, this is vampire bullying at it's rudest! And he's soon free of snow, giving him no excuse not to step back onto the ice.]

I think San Francisco once, but I was very small. I mostly remember the harbor seals. New York City when I was a teenager, there was some medical convention my mother was attending and we made a week of it.

[And this is the part that won't surprise:] I spent much of my time in the museums and the parks.

[ It's probably a little unfair to Alucard, he realises when he feels him rubbing against his thigh, that he has to take a moment to get used to the sensation of Sypha surrounding him or risk being overwhelmed. Luckily Sypha's there to pick up the slack. Also luckily, he has an excellent angle to view it from.

One hand leaves Sypha's hips, falling against the inside of Alucard's thigh and rubbing there softly. The other stays but moves downward to where the to of them are joined. He doesn't touch yet, doesn't move yet, but it hovers there as a promise as he finally succeeds at nipping at her neck once, twice more. ]

Oh dear, oh no. [ He's not doing the voice anymore, in fact his tone is as completely deadpan as it can be under the circumstances, while he's slowly starting to move his hips. ] Seems my virtue is extremely stolen.

To- what?

[ To see him to bed.

Yes, he needs that very fucking much. That would be wonderful. One of them. Either of them. Both of them. It's a very fucking improper thing to ask but please.

Wait. No. He's tired and speaking in his third language and- that probably doesn't mean that. ]

I'll be fine. Thanks. [ And he stands, partly to leave but mostly to try to hide the fact that he sat straight up at that question, staring at Alucard almost hungrily. ] Sorry for worrying you.

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