cryptsleeper | 20s AU Post

"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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Would you rather me lie to your face or bullshit my way through it?

[If he did, he would no longer be Alucard. That is the simple fact of it all, and this is worth it. Trevor's face? Trevor's face is amazing right now, and Alucard nudges Trevor's chin upwards for a terribly angled but deeply sincere kiss.]

You'll find other things, I'm sure. Gardening, perhaps, although with less Belmont-y plants and more practical fruits and vegetables.

It'd be funny to watch you try.

[ He's cut off slightly by the kiss and- whatever he was going to say afterward is forgotten. The affection is overwhelming and thinking is hard and all he can really do is return the kiss for a moment before breaking it to curl tighter around Alucard.

It's a while before he speaks, resting his head against Alucard's shoulder until he has his breath back. ]

This is the way things are, huh? [ The way they're going to be. That's new. Scary. Wonderful. ]

[It probably would be funny to watch the vampire try. The vampire's terrible at it, he's too much a creature of sincerity and that means that he'll always be terrible at lying about things like affection.

This is all too perfect. Wonderful. They're together, entangled in blankets and each other's limbs, warm and snug. The sun has sunk low in the mountains now, the snowy world now a mix of deep purple and blues as night settles in. Sypha must be somewhere. Alucard can probably start on dinner.

But fuck it. Everything can wait.]

Mmhmm. You're stuck in our arms forever.

[ If nothing else, he's going to find he has some difficulty getting free of the Belmont. He pushed Trevor into the stupid slow, heavy, contented state he's in, and now he must suffer the consequences.

When Trevor's breath returns it's steady and soft, slower and more deliberate than usual. He's just a useless warm weight right now, and he's okay with that. ]

Been a while since there was any thinking about forever. I like it.

Mm. What's the phrase you always used? [Alucard stalls for time, eyes focused on the wonderful warm weight that's encompassing him.]

This is what victory looks like.

[It looks like all of them safe. It looks like all of the real and worst threats are gone, gone for if not good, then for long enough for them to all really recover. It looks like Trevor soft and content in Alucard's arms, breathless until he isn't anymore and even more weighted down now.]

Fuck.

[ He laughs. Not a lot, it feels like there's a weight over him that's keeping him from doing anything like that. But a little, warm and safe and happy and now amused. ]

You've been waiting actual fucking years to say that, havn't you?

I really have.

[Alucard smirks back down at Trevor, and there's a soft nudge.]

For the real victory. Not all the little ones that never felt like they amounted to anything.

They amounted to something. They were pretty fucking important for the people who didn’t get eaten by zombie tigers. They just also kind of sucked.

[ He sighs against Alucard’s chest, watching as snow starts to fall and settle again. ]

And they led here, so they must have been victories.

You know, I almost forgot about the tigers.

[It was just a drop in the ocean of the sea of batshit ridiculousness that had been the regency, in the end. Alucard slides down a little bit more on the sofa.]

I...will concede your point, Trevor. You're right.

[ There’s a chuckle as he shifts slightly, moving up as Alucard slides down so this head is rested next to his. He pulls his hand free, shifting so that Alucard’s fingers rest against what remains of the marks from their first encounter with a man they don’t need to recall anymore. There’s less left of them then there will be, once he’s back to normal and all the scars return. But they’re there, a single point on the map of how they found their way here. ]

Those were the victories. This is what we won.

[Alucard's fingers run over those marks. He doesn't treat them or Trevor like there's glass and fragile things. Instead his fingers are firm, reaquainting themselves with Trevor's scars. That had been the strangest part of that awful stretch of time, seeing a version of their Trevor who had not endured and survived so much. Whose body was not a living document of that. To be so perfect was upsetting. Still is, when they're all together and certain scars are still missing.

He has never asked what either of them thought of the horrible mark down his chest being gone.]

It's easier to see them as such now. At the time, I wanted to punch you every time you said those words. It felt almost...not trite, but close to it. Rang hollow.

You could have, if you wanted me to stop. It doesn’t make so much sense if you don’t have a whole family of spares.

[ They don’t have ‘what victory looks like’ moments any more, not so much. Even with Trevor still acting as a Belmont, the city is largely quiet of late. Dracula doesn’t tolerate nonsense. ]

No more of that bullshit, I suppose. Not unless you want to come back from shifts at the hospital and say that this is what becoming a doctor looks like.

Couldn't have, early on. We were barely living with each other, and I couldn't sour any progress.

[He cringes at the family of spares comment. That still upsets him, even now. Even with victory, thinking of someone as so disposable is so upsetting.]

Trevor, if you do that, I will actually punch you because I am going to be far too exhausted.

Please, I’ve never once taken it personally when people punch me.

[He notes the cringe, and about half understands what it’s about. He doesn’t talk bout it further, not for the moment, instead leaning in to give a soft kiss as a peace offering.]

What would you rather I do when you come home?

[Alucard can accept that peace. He kisses back to prove that it's more than accepted, then considers the question in earnest.]

Make sure I've eaten and...this, I think. Let me lean on one or both of you like this.

I think we can manage that.

[ Another quick kiss and then he leans his forehead against Alucard’s, sighing happily. ]

Even if I do say something that gets me punched, I think I could manage it.

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