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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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It's just a nut and bolt. I figured there'd be some lying around. It's a trick I learned when I was a kid and I needed to look after my bi-

[ Wherever he was going with that sentence, he's not going there anymore. Instead he's just staring, mouth hanging open slightly mid-word, as the side of Alucard's shirt slides up.

So this is apparently going to be a thing. Because he's seen significantly more of Alucard than just his ribs now, and this is still getting to him. It's just- very intimate, somehow, when appearances are such a massive part of his armour as the city's regent, to see him without any of those defenses. ]

Are you done, if this works?

Your what now?

[Alucard's interested if his tone is anything to go by, even with his head mostly devoured by the not-demon car right now. There's a low grunt, then a pleased noise.]

There's a smaller matter I'll have to see to after this, but it'll take ten minutes at most. Thank you for finding this, it's the ideal size for this problem.

My-?

[ His bi. He's looking after his bi very well right now. ]

Oh, my bicycle. The house was a little way from school, so I had to take care of it else I'd get the cane for lateness. And you can't exactly carry a proper wrench around in a pocket, but you can carry a bolt around and use it to make a bolt wrench if you need one.

[One could dare say the best he's ever looked after his bi.]

Mmmm. Clever.

[The vampire absolutely approves. The vampire also finally lifts his head up and out of the car at this point, and there's grease splattered on his goggles and on his nose.]

Messier than I would have liked, but the task is completed.

[ Shit. That's even worse.

There's a sort of inevitability to a vampire being beautiful. It's just the kind of thing that is. Maybe that's why being so disheveled and practical and grease smeared and completely utterly normal and human has this effect. As vampire regent of the city, it just goes without saying that he'd be beautiful. As a grease smeared idiot in a garage, it's noteworthy.

Or maybe it's just that the mess serves to drive home just how effortless the effortless charm he has when he's happy like this is.

Whatever it is, he's gone a full ten seconds without breathing and he really ought to fix that. He leans back against the desk, breathing in deeply and letting it out as a sigh. ]

The other thing that needed dealing with - is it something that can wait a little while?

It's going to take barely any time at all, why are you--?

[The vampire is also oblivious to exactly what the problem at hand is until he takes a second look at Trevor and the breathing thing. That's terribly familiar and...

...oh. No wonder he was so weird the last time they were both in the garage and Alucard was going about car repairs. There's a little laugh in the vampire's throat when he realizes it.]

Just let me close the hood up and put the tools on the workbench?

[They've both realized that seeing Trevor flushed and flustered is a favorite thing. Who knew it could happen so easily just by the nature of a room and the fact it demands practical clothes?]

[ Shit. He knows. He's figured it out. This is the worst-

-wait, no. He's allowed to get flustered over his boyfriend, he has to remind himself. That's what boyfriends are there for. ]

Yeah, of course. Just make it quick.

[ It comes out rather more curt than he meant it to. ]

So demanding.

[Said with too much fondness, and maybe the vampire is excited about that fact. Either way, he does close the hood of the car quickly (the goggles are still on), then walks the tools he had out over to the workbench.

Under normal circumstances he'd stop, clean all the tools off one-by-one, put them away, then take care of all the grease on himself. In so far as Alucard can tell, the grease needs to stay on his person, because this is where they're at now in this relationship.

Pretty good place to be, truth be told.

Either way, Alucard turns around to face Trevor when he's done.]

Fast enough for you?

Not really, no.

[ That much was probably made obvious by his awkward fidgeting while he waited for Alucard to finish closing the car and putting aside the tools. It was quick, yes, but really he ought to have been kissing Alucard the moment he started walking through the house dressed like this. He's been remarkably patient, okay?

He is not remarkably patient anymore. He's on Alucard immediately, walking him back up against the nearest wall and nudging the goggles up out of the way with his face before kissing him. It's rougher than he has been until now (he's been so careful with this until now, so aware the other who have built something in the place he's treading and not wanting to risk damaging it), more desperate, hands already travelling under that old shirt as teeth scrape against fangs. ]

[There's no time to respond to that at all, or crack some smartass response about Trevor suddenly gaining vampire speed. There is only Trevor, the wall that is so kind as to bear both their weight, and the roughness it all entails.

Alucard's not sure that he's even supposed to remove the goggles in full, that seems like it's a part of this whole thing too. What he focuses on instead is making sure that when Trevor kisses him, there's no motor grease in the immediate way. (Because mood killer.) The roughness though, that the vampire doesn't seem to mind at all. Not with how he returns it, matching enthusiasm and tongue to the breakneck pace.

What gets him are the hands though. The way they're so warm against him, sliding up to grab at whatever's there. Alucard's one hand settles on Trevor's shoulder just for a moment of support, the other goes low and takes advantage of their closeness, squeezing Trevor's ass and guiding him to be flush against the vampire.]

[ He grins into the kiss at that squeeze, which makes the whole thing feel a little weird, but doesn't break it until he needs air again. One hand is against Alucard's ribs now, cool and pleasant in a way the winters of this place aren't. The fingers of the other are pushed just slightly into the waistband of his trousers. ]

Shit, you're beautiful like this.

[ He likes to think he's showing commendable restraint by not going right for the neck. He kisses along Alucard's jaw instead, avoiding splashes of grease less because he cares and more because he doesn't want to risk Alucard getting weird about this. ]

So beautiful. Perfect.

[The vampire is not thinking about weird. The vampire is only thinking about making sure that his fangs don't catch on anything, and even that is a difficult proposition at the moment. He's had moments like this with Sypha before, a tiny little powerhouse pinning him to the sofa and taking what it is she wants. It's different with Trevor, but in a good way.

In the best way, because this is the first time they're exploring that difference.]

What is it about the garage...

[He's a little breathless. A lot, in truth, made all the better for the kisses along his jaw. The hand that was on Trevor's shoulder is now gripping his hair, trying not to tug so he can redirect Trevor to exactly where he ought to be.

There's such a sigh at the word perfect. A maiden swooning, for all intents and purposes.]

Your actions are even moreso.

Only place you ever wear clothes I'd be allowed to tear off you.

[ That's- probably not it. Or not the only thing. But it makes a good enough retort. He stops kissing for just a moment, leaning his head on the wall next to Alucard, pinning him against it with his body. The hand on his ribs strokes over the skin that the falling shirt revealed earlier in a motion that would be lazy if it weren't for the desperation of everything else. He feels fevered, almost, too overcome to function, but Alucard is cool against him. ]

Move your head to the side. [ Give better neck access. ]

Oh, is that what you want to do?

[The question comes with a throaty laugh, one that ends with the vampire imagining it and being rather okay with the concept. As he lets that mental image play out, he does tilt his head, the full of his neck exposed.

Alucard's chest puffs out. Leans into Trevor's touch, giving him more to hang onto.]

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Maybe. I think I like having the option. [ He presses a quick kiss, softer than any so far, to the side of Alucard's neck and manages maybe fifteen seconds of pretending that that's it, all done. ]

This would be your chance to voice objections to that, by the way.

[ He probably shouldn't rip this shirt. It's been so very kind to him. His fingers curl tighter into the small of Alucard's back as his mouth returns to his neck, alternating between light and forceful kisses and the occasional cautious, experimental graze of teeth. ]

The option, or just knowing it could be?

[There's another question the vampire almost asks, but it's lost in a happy groan as Trevor's attention turns to the vampire's very favorite place.

The hand in Trevor's hair pulls, trying to direct him to the point where neck and shoulder meet. It's clumsy, and it just means he's gripping Trevor harder both with the hand in his hair and the hand on his rear.]

Maybe next time you can destroy it.

[Promising this again is far better, right?]

Next time. So you're still going to let me in here after this?

[ His own hands move downward now, out from under Alucard's clothes, over his arse and to the backs of his thighs. They tug slightly, trying to prompt Alucard to trust his weight to Trevor and the wall behind him and let him lift his legs. ]

I've wanted to do this for so long.

[ Welcome to the implication that every time the Belmont's been weird and quiet it's been because he was five seconds away from doing this, Alucard. Just to make it worse, he chooses this moment to move as he's bidden and drag his teeth lightly down Alucard's neck until he reaches the place he's being guided to. He bites down there carefully and then kisses over where his teeth were. ]

Will it be like this every time I do?

[Alucard knows that answer and knows that it is yes. He asks for he luxury of just hearing the answer from Trevor's lips. There will be satisfaction in hearing that, just as I've wanted to do this makes the vampire grin. Trevor's angle means that the level of satisfaction isn't as easily visible, but oh it is there.]

Just have me against the wall?

[There's a loud, delighted noise as Trevor lavishes attention on the spot Alucard wanted it most. It's also the moment when the first of Alucard's legs let themselves be guided and entrusted to Trevor, followed by the second after Trevor's adjusted to the first.

He's floating not under his own steam for once, but by Belmont and wall. Alucard adjusts his own grip, hand moving to Trevor's mid-back and immediately gripping what he can.]

Afraid so.

[ He's speaking against Alucard's neck, now, letting his words by muffled by it in between kisses. ]

Oh, not 'just', but- [ And he trails kisses back up Alucard's neck, until his mouth is at his ear so that he can whisper. ] -you're going to get mad if I try to take you to bed like this, aren't you?

[ He's pretty sure the chances of Alucard tolerating engine grease in the bed are zero. ]

Oh, how terrible a fate.

[At least he can still manage being a jackass while wrapped up around Trevor entirely. It's hard, yes, with every word breathed against his neck, punctuated by kisses, but possible.

Just as giving a real response is something he manages.]

Yes. I am not doing bed sheets with grease on them, no matter how amazing you're making me feel right now.

Well that’s going to be fucking inconvenient. Maybe ‘just’, then, until I can figure something out.

[ He bites softly at Alucard’s ear before trailing kisses back to where neck meets shoulder. It would be terribly rude not to return his attention to there after Alucard guided him there so nicely. ]

Not that I’m in any hurry to move on.

[The pads of Alucard's fingers press tighter against Trevor's back as the attention returns to the perfect spot on his neck. It's impossible not to press harder against Trevor, just as it's impossible for him to squeeze Trevor's waist with both of his thighs, letting out a soft, shuddery breath as he does so.]

I could clean myself off, but I think that is the opposite of what you want right now.

Mm. I'd have to let go for that to work, wouldn't I?

[ Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if the grease were gone, but letting go so that that can be achieved - that would be awful.

His breath is rough against Alucard's neck when he digs his fingers into his back, and he shifts so that a little more of the vampire's weight is against the wall for a moment so that he can move one hand without risking him falling, stroking it against the back of his thigh. ]

Don't want to. [ He says, the words coming slowly in between bites that aren't hard enough to hurt and kisses intended to soothe them anyway. ] Can't. You're too fucking beautiful.

You would. Perish the thought.

[It'd be the very worst thing. Just like how for Alucard in this moment, one of the very worst things is that he desperately wants Trevor to both stay where he is and tilt his head up so the vampire can kiss him on his stupid, beautiful mouth. (Trevor uses that word a lot, doesn't he? Beautiful.)

He tries to satisfy himself by nuzzling the top of Trevor's head (less neck to expose), in dragging the hand on Trevor's back down because the spine is a delicate thing, but it doesn't help. It's made worse when Trevor's hand slides under to stroke at Alucard's thigh, because the twitch that follows is far, far too uncontrolled.

To hell with the neck. Alucard yanks at Trevor's hair, just enough to get Trevor's attention. To tilt his head up, so that every hungry kiss can be lavished upon Trevor.

And there's only one word for the moment. Or a few, said with as much smartassery as can be mustered.]

Absolutely perfect.

[ The kiss was hungry before. When Alucard drags his hand down Trevor's back he makes a low sound into the kiss and it grows moreso. It would be bruising in its intensity if Alucard ever bruised, it certainly is likely to be so on Trevor, and he keeps it going just a little longer than he lungs can stand, so he has to pull away very suddenly for air. He's flushed when he does, panting for breath, hair clinging to the side of his face with sweat even in November. ]

Absolutely.

[ There's no smartassery in the response, and the gaze that accompanies it as he catches his breath again, a moment of softness in the middle of a whole lot of aggression and hunger, is adoring and awestruck in equal measure.

(His. Alucard - Adrian - is his. His to touch and his to kiss and his to hold and protect and make happy. He doesn't usually think of himself as having particularly good luck, but it's hard to deny it right now.)

He shifts his hands to make sure he can hold Alucard's weight, and then steps back from the wall, and his mouth goes back to Alucard's neck. This time, though, he only kisses once before grabbing the neckline of Alucard's shirt with his teeth, trying to pull it up over his head. ]

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