Alucard \\ Adrian F. Ţepeş (
cryptsleeper) wrote2018-11-11 04:32 pm
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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[ He yawns as he smiles down at Sypha, stroking her hair gently. ]
Want me to carry her upstairs, or do you have this under control?
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[Alucard's found that as lovely as it is to be in the midst of the other two of them, there is also a part of him that loves to hang back and watch the other two. Trevor is so very sweet in moments like this, and the fact that Sypha is asleep only amplifies the feeling.
The vampire is quiet for a moment, then he looks to Trevor.]
Come to bed with us.
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[ That's an instruction to carry Sypha upstairs, right? And not- not what it sounded like. He slides his arms underneath her, lifting the bundled speaker up against his chest. The same way he had a few weeks ago, when the floor was littered with broken glass. She stirs slightly, mumbling something in her sleep, and then settles again as he sets up the stairs. ]
Usually you don't have to have office time this late three nights running. This week's been fucking wild.
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[She's seemingly the only person who hasn't been by the office.
All the same, Alucard walks on Trevor's right side, his face stupid and smiling as he watches Sypha settle in Trevor's arms. Safest place to be, no matter the night.]
Thank you for managing all the lates with me.
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[ He'd be there anyway. He's been there before. But now, now it's a little more important that he be there. He belongs between Alucard and the world. Belongs at his side. At both of their sides.
For once in his life, he can know he's doing the right thing.
Softly, he lowers Sypha down onto the bed, leaning down to kiss her forehead. ]
Sweet dreams, Alouette.
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(He knows he can't. But some nights he can't make himself care. He loves her, and they should know it. Just like that's true of Trevor now as well.)
Once Sypha's down on the bed, Alucard sinks onto the edge of it. Nominally it's to start untying his shoes, but there's a much more important purpose: so his hand can reach out, catching Trevor's elbow.]
Stay?
[A word he could so easily make into a command. Asking is the point.]
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[ The adoring on his face fades into confusion (adoring still, but- just a little lost, like there's a puzzle he doesn't quite understand). He looks down at Alucard's hand on his arm, then up at Alucard, and blinks in confusion. ]
-I don't sleep here, though.
[ It's partly tiredness, partly genuine confusion and also entirely there still being a part of this that he considers himself to be outside of. Like he's not supposed to be here. ]
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[Past tense is important. Alucard's hand doesn't falter from where it is, but there's a change in the tension. It's softer, and there's a gentle tug to invite Trevor to at least sit down on the bed beside him.]
But I think you should. We'd....both of would like that.
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-that he wants it is the problem, really. It sends him searching for the catch, searching for the way in which this must be the wrong thing to do. It's something good, for him, and that must mean that there's some horrible price to pay. ]
Look, you don't have to do this. [ He says finally with a sigh. The adoring's gone, along with the confusion, replaced with resignation. ] The two of you are already [ more than he deserves ] the least shit thing in my life. I'm not such a selfish fuck that I'd ask for more.
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[Alucard recognizes the thread of self loathing in Trevor's words. Have to do. Selfish. He doesn't bristle at it anywhere but in the space of his own mind, because it doesn't help anyone for him to do so.]
We want to give.
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[ It's stupid, really. One of the first real conversations that he had with Alucard was complaining about how loud he and his girlfriend were in bed. And now here he is balking at the idea of just sleeping next to them. But then it isn't any sort of shyness that's at work here. It's a keen idea of his place. He likes being on the periphery, or at least he doesn't dislike it. He likes being a distant second in importance to the both of them. On some level, he likes going back to his own bed and sleeping secure in the knowledge that to the both of them, he means less than the other.
Everything he was ever raised to do was sacrifice, why should love be any different?
The problem is, of course, that his instinct is to not do this. But then if they want him to stay, then not doing this is putting himself above the both of them. It's an unwinnable situation. ]
-let me get my pajamas, at least? Going to sweat myself to death next to her if I stay here in these clothes.
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[Alucard can only imagine what's going on in Trevor's head, and what he's debating himself about. All he knows is that it is objectively wrong on every level, and so the best thing that he can do is to try and gently anchor the Belmont in the reminder that all of the affection given is real and that there's no good reason to fight against it.
It's why his response is warm with a hint towards the comedic, rather than something that sends the vampire scowling and fussing about why won't you.]
Go. We'll be here waiting.
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But he does return, eventually, after longer than simply changing clothes would account for. Carefully, in case they're both asleep by now (he hopes they are, almost, and then he can just go to his own bed under the pretense of not wanting to wake them), he opens the door and peeks around it. ]
You still awake?
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I am. And don't worry about having to move her around. Once she's like this, it's hard to rouse her.
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[ Not that she isn't always perfect, of course. In truth, Trevor's strategy here was to do as little moving around of people as possible, take up as little space as possible, just try not to fuck up.
This is foiled somewhat by the size of him, the size of the bed, and his immense capacity for fucking up. As it turns out, he has to be very, very close to the others in order to fit into the bed. It isn't really made for three people (he doesn't belong here. He's intruding).
He hands up with his head next to Alucard's, close enough for his long hair to tickle just a little, and the rest of him curled around Sypha as much as is possible to avoid moving her. The only real place to comfortably put his arm is over them, and so he uncomfortably tucks it up against his chest, in the same space occupied by Sypha's back. And it's nice. Too warm, and made far less comfortable than it ought to be by his own need to make is far less comfortable than it ought to be, but nice. ]
's this okay?
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[Sypha is cute in many ways, and being curled up asleep is one of her cutest forms. He doesn't use the word in regard to her much outside his own head, but that's because it always feels...not wrong exactly, but like it devalues all of her other wonderful aspects, reducing her to just cute. Or just his girlfriend. Or anything that's just because Sypha is beyond.
Alucard remains still as Trevor gets himself settled. There's another reason Alucard's asked for this, and Trevor's struggle to fit in the bed properly is exactly why. The vampire has to know how much bigger the bed needs to be.
Once Trevor's settled, Alucard shifts. It's just enough to kiss the top of Trevor's head, albeit at a weird angle.]
It's perfect.
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They were doing the former, up until now. But now Sypha's back is warm against his chest and Alucard's hair keeps brushing against his nose and - they don't have it in them to keep it up for much longer. ]
This is- it's been a long time. Didn't think it would fuck me up this much. [ And then, as an awkward afterthought- ] Sorry.
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[He doesn't understand. Not really, not in a way that would make him well and truly understand. But he cares. Anything that makes his Belmont miserable demands the vampire's attention.
Alucard moves the book aside for now, placing it on the beside table. One hand, that migrates to Sypha's back. The other rests atop Trevor's, careful and considering.]
Don't apologize. You're here now.
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[ He doesn't sigh so much as he lets out air, somehow managing to both be frustrated with himself for failing to do basic boyfriend things and be frustrated with himself for doing basic boyfriend things. And also growing frustrated with himself for being frustrated with himself. ]
I- don't mind it if shit doesn't change. Really, I don't. [ And then, with a little difficulty, because this is almost a little too close to expressing a desire for anything. ] But- I don't mind if shit does change, either.
[ This is nice. ]
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[Alucard's thumb strokes down Trevor's shoulder, slow and careful. There's pressure there, applied carefully and trying not to do or be anything more than a comfort and an anchor.]
None of us have done this before, but you are just as loved and there is no reason to act any differently for it. So that means this is your room too. That you should put your things here, and come and go as you wish.
You are ours, and that means so many things. Including this.
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[ He just repeats that word quietly and lies still for a moment. It's- it's a word. It sure is a word. Carefully, he pulls his arm free from where he'd tucked it behind Sypha. It's far more comfortable to drape it over the two of them. ]
I really, really shouldn't put my things here.
[ 99.9% of his things are for killing vampires. ]
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[The arm moves. That feels like a victory of sorts, and Alucard smiles when he sees the movement. He settles, soft and content and looking at Trevor with a faint smile on his face.]
Your clothes should be here. Things for vampires, perhaps not.
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Once shit calms down, then.
[ It's everything he wanted, he's sure, to have his arm around the two of them, some part of him between them and everything else. That, at least, is correct in every possible way. ]
Do I have to wake up at the same time as you, if I'm here?
[ Because you're both filthy heathens who sleep in on sundays and he's not about that life. ]
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[Alucard's affection does not end with this. He isn't content to simply have the Belmont in bed with the both of them, wrapped up in warmth and affection. Affection must be displayed constantly, at all times, actively, and for that he kisses the top of Trevor's head.]
No, never.
[Filthy heathens you're having sex with Trevor.]
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Thank fuck for that, it'd be weird. [ And then, softer, almost uncertain- ] Do that again?
[ He doesn't ask for things often. But- it's a special occasion, probably. He can request extra kissu and maybe nobody will be mad at him for it. ]
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