20s AU Post

[cryptsleeper]

"Land of the Dead" (Watch on YouTube)

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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[miraclewhip]

I know. [ And then, more confidently. ] I know. And I would.

[ He sighs into her hair, and then chuckles weakly. ]

We're stuck now, aren't we? Until he shows up.

[willpowerful]

We've never been stuck. We can go whenever we want to; it's only a little glass.

[She lets him hold her another minute, then draws back slowly, just enough to put a hand on his cheek and let him feel what she's about to do before she draws in close and kisses him.]

But I couldn't rescue you from the glass when it would've made you think you were a burden. There was something else I had to rescue you from, first.

[miraclewhip]

I-

[ She's good at this. At knowing what they both need, even when they don't. And what he needed wasn't to not be behind a lot of fucking glass. It was to not be afraid. She's- not quite achieved that, not entirely, but he's better. A lot better.

Lips. That's lips. He's certain of that much, and he kisses back with only as much caution as is needed to not headbutt her by mistake. ]

My hero, then. My perfect, beautiful hero.

[willpowerful]

As you have been mine.

[When she kisses him again, it's more to the side, closer to the edge of his mouth so that it's more something to be accepted than something to be returned. A little gift. A blessing.]

Do you want to go? I will take you wherever you want to be.

[miraclewhip]

I- [ And it’s unusual for him to say this but- ] I think I want to go back to bed. Still too fucking dizzy.

Can’t break anything else, if I’m there.

[willpowerful]

Did you get your drink of water, before the glass dropped?

[There's a subtle, but deliberate, choice in her phrasing there. The glass dropped, which functionally is equivalent to you dropped it, except without the inclusion of Trevor to begin with.]

I can get you one to sip, while I clear the glass.

[miraclewhip]

[ ‘The glass dropped’. Like it’s the glass at fault here. He’d laugh at that, usually, but right now it’s appreciated. ]

Please. I’ll- stay down here, so I can’t fall again while I drink it.

[willpowerful]

All right. I'm going to take your hand.

[And she lets him feel it when she does, running her hands from his shoulder to his wrist as she carefully extracts herself from his arms, and the reason for it quickly becomes apparent as she shuffles into a crouch and brings his hand to rest against her ankle, letting him keep connected to her and feel where she is even as she stands up to retrieve a glass and fill it with water.

Then, as she brings it back down, it's the same set of motions in reverse — lifting his hand off her ankle and bringing it up to the glass, folding his fingers around it, helping him to keep it supported until he starts to bring it to his mouth.]

There.

[miraclewhip]

[ He's careful, using the time that Sypha's supporting the glass as a chance to get his head around the shape of it. He sips at it carefully once she lets go (it's one of his rules, the stupid arbitary ones he's made to avoid feeling too pathetic, that he feeds himself. The others can make things easier for him, but food and drink go to his mouth under his own steam).

There's a lump in his throat as he swallows, the temptation to just curl up and sob, because it's safe to now, returning. He manages to push it down. He's content now, as much as he ever could be in this situation.

(It's probably a little fucked up that it's when he's content that he feels the most vulnerable, open and raw and suddenly finding it so easy to express the despair from before. He will avoid thinking about that later.) ]

Thanks. I- [ He says, curling around the glass as if it were an extension of Sypha. This one isn't going to break. ] -thanks. This was all I fucking wanted in the first place.