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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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[ Those kisses are all he has ever wanted, it feels like. The only thing he can think of, and he whines loudly in protest when they're given to Sypha and not to him, squirming desperately against Alucard. ]

Please, please.

[ But then he gets what he's asking for and more and it's perfect, absolutely perfect and he shudders as Alucard's fingers move down his spine, coiling back around the touch, every muscle there tensing the they always do when this happens. He kisses back and the order is probably no longer in effect but that doesn't make him want those kisses any less, returning them as fiercely as he can manage with Alucard's fingers on his back reducing him to a useless boneless mess.

He gives the offer some consideration, taking the opportunity to brush his lips against Alucard's neck while it's there and convenient. ]

Do I get more kisses if I rebel?

...Hold on, what is this about rebellion?

[Alucard had been quiet enough that she hadn't overheard his murmured little conspiracy taking form, but luckily (luckily?), Trevor hasn't been quite so careful about maintaining the secrecy, and so now the cat is out of the bag, perhaps.

Not that she really minds, of course, unless this rebellion involves the two of them leaving her out, which she doubts it will. Perhaps it's just the next turn of the wheel in this little game of theirs — first Alucard at their mercy, and now Trevor, and then her.

She looks at them both, the way they're twined together and fervent and so much in love, and shivers a little at the thought of being the one drowning in it, instead of holding the reins of it in her hands.]

I am your dark mistress, and I will not be overthrown —

[Unless they try, that is.]

[Alucard hisses a yes into Trevor's ear, and he is so careful as he lets go of the Belmont. There has to be all the bones in Trevor's body for this to work, not just one that's taking up the bulk of the attention and thinking right now.

Then, then the vampire turns to Sypha with a smile so devious that it should never be on the vampire's face at all. But oh, it is. It is and he places an arm low around Sypha's waist, bringing her to him so tightly that squirming and bidding for freedom will only see the embrace tighten.]

You will not?

[His eyes meet Trevor's for a moment, Go high, I'll go low.]

It seems that you've forgotten that you are outnumbered, and we will never hesitate to hold you.

[Like this, obviously. But Alucard hedges his bet, and rather than go for Sypha's lips or her neck, his head ducks down to kiss at her breast, aware of the fabric in the way and caring not one inch about it.]

Have you wrapped up between us so you can't move.

[ 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. ]

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.]

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.]

[ 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. ]

[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...

[Unfortunately the vampire is so weak to that pleading voice. It's probably leverage for her to reassert her position in this game, but so be it. Alucard's sure that retribution for rebellion will be a very fine thing indeed.

He kisses her only once though, because Trevor's plan sounds amazing. It's all careful lips and tongue, aware that when they are like this, fangs always threaten. He's become more aware than ever tonight that the threat of fangs is something the other two enjoy far more than he ever expected, and in a controlled space like this, he can give into that demand without his usual paranoia and self imposed hang ups.

When Alucard breaks the kiss, his hands go down and wrap around Sypha's legs. They cannot be accused of cruelty now.]

Neither of us are barbarians. If anything, I'm looking at a strategist. Where shall we place her?

Oh, I wasn't going to place her anywhere.

[ He can't really kiss Sypha from this position, so he lets Alucard take care of the task as he continues what he was doing, making tiny nips at the skin of her neck. ]

A proper dark mistress really ought to be able to float, don't you think?

[There's a sigh that escapes her when Alucard surrenders to her entreaty and gives her the kiss that she wants; to her credit, she doesn't push hard into it or try to wrest control back from him in the midst of it, but rather just lets the feeling of it roll over her like an ocean wave, relishing the feeling of Alucard's mouth on hers and Trevor's lips working at her neck.

Her previous attempt at getting her hands on them is...largely fruitless, at best. She manages to brush fingers over one of Alucard's bare hipbones for a few seconds at least, but it's harder to get a good angle on Trevor and she has to settle for pressing the palm of her hand against his thigh. It's good contact, for at least a little while. It's enough to feel connected to them the way that she wants to, not just being touched but touching right back in return.

But then Alucard moves and breaks the chain, shifting to clasp her legs and all of a sudden it hits her how vulnerable she really is to what's coming, Trevor with her shoulders embraced and Alucard taking her legs from her, and the recognition that escapes her comes in the form of an audible gasp.]

W-What do you mean, float —

[She's actually pretty sure she has a very good idea of what he means, but it's not as though she can do much about it (or think straight, for that matter, when her head is falling back and each little nip at her neck is wrenching another soft noise from her throat) and they're going to be the death of her, the both of them, but oh, what a way to go.]

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 —

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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[ 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. ]

[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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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. ]

[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?

[Relinquishing his hold on Spyha means that Alucard's hands are free to go wherever they'd like now. One hand settles for simply resting on Trevor's arm, the other goes to Sypha's hair to try and smooth down a few flyaways that are nearly lifting off into orbit.

Overwhelming feels like the word of the day when she finally says it. This really is too much, the sheer silliness of the set up, their various states of undress (Trevor still has his shirt on, Sypha's practically fully clothed, the vampire's the one with an open shirt and no trousers), the sense of joyfulness in how they've simply traded around their roles and are now at the point where it doesn't matter anyway.

His smile is soft, his laugh warm and languid, and the vampire kisses Sypha's forehead as well.]

You are as well.

[Standing is also really trying right now, and the hand resting on Trevor's arm squeezes gently.]

Let's take advantage of that rug. Please?

Are you the one in charge right now? I've lost track.

[ Really the only constant of this is that Trevor is never the one in charge, which might be terribly unfair if he minded it at all. He nods, kissing Sypha's forehead again as apology for moving her around all over the place and moves back to the rug, Sypha in his arms and Alucard being dragged after them by Sypha's grip on his shirt.

When they reach the rug, he sits slowly, because they're all attached to each other and any sudden movements would break that, putting Sypha down in his lap. One arm keeps her propped up against him, the other now free to meander up and down her thigh. ]

I'll try to be more- whelming? For you.

Mmmmmmm.

[No one in this scenario is wearing pants and that sure is something to recognize at a time like this, isn't it. Still, this is — really very nice, actually, the makings of a Sypha sandwich, which in a way just makes sense because she's the smallest of the three, which means that if she's snuggled up in the middle, that both Trevor and Alucard can reach her but they can still reach each other over and around her, too. And that's how it should be, she thinks with some satisfaction. All of them together, not just sides of a triangle but a circle of the three of them, one continuous thing, indivisible.]

Perhaps no one is in charge.

[She leans back heavy against Trevor, using the momentum of the action to pull Alucard toward her, and takes advantage of the fact that she's got the use of her arms back to shove them underneath the hanging tails of Alucard's shirt to trace over the ridges and valleys of his torso.]

No more ganging up. Perhaps now we just...enjoy.

[Alucard's so happy to be dragged closer once Trevor is settled and Sypha has made herself well and comfortable in his arms. He's far enough away to appreciate the sight of them and how ridiculously, painfully wonderful they are together like this. Trevor's arms are still the beefiest, strongest things he's witnessed, and they're holding onto Sypha like she's the most fragile thing in the world. Arms that could take him easily in a fight if it ever came to it.

The vampire sighs happily, and that's all before Sypha uses his shirt to drag him in closer. He doesn't wobble from the momentum of the movement, but there's a lot of control being used up right now, and Alucard is aware he won't have much more left. As Sypha's hand traces over his chest, he places his own atop hers, clinging to the warmth of it.]

I...yes, perhaps that'd be best. However this sorts out.

[The particulars are always the tricky part, admittedly.]

[ They're both close enough now, and not in charge enough now, for him to wrap his arms around the both of them, pulling them in close. Sypha is soft and warm and he can feel her heartbeat flutter even through the skin and her dress and his shirt wherever they touch. Alucard is cool to the touch and all hard, smooth muscle. Trevor's sure that he must represent the point between those extremes, more fat that Alucard and more muscle than Sypha, none of her life of pacifism to keep him from growing rough and none of Alucard's healing to be restored from it.

It's impossible, to feel like an ugly, broken thing when you can see yourself as the middle point between two perfect ones.

He can't quite reach Sypha's mouth like this, and so he nuzzles against her cheek instead, lips opening and closing just to the side of her face. ]

So, [ And he doesn't really want to interrupt this, he really doesn't want to try to wrap his mind around logistics, but also he wants the end result of both of those things so, so much. ] what does everyone want?

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