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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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I was meaning to just sleep all day, to be honest.

[ He kisses Alucard at the corner of his lips and then trails across to his jaw, threatening to move lower. ]

But I'm not married to the idea.[ A moment, and he smirks just a little, glancing down at his hands and the ribbon-rings there for a moment. ] Can't be. I ran out of hands.

[There's a soft hum as Trevor's lips promise to move lower, and coupled with that is the vampire inching up just a little bit. More neck to expose and--

Fuck that was a good pun.]

Ideas aren't good marriage material anyway.

[They're warm words, and they're coupled with the kind of dark, soft laugh that the vampire only ever makes when one or the other or both of them are being so stupid or funny in the most endearing way during an intimate moment that to laugh louder or harder would change the mood entirely.]

But it'd be cruel to not let you sleep either.

It would be.

[ Even with Alucard's encouragement, he's slow and cautious as his lips move lower. This, this specifically, has been off limits for a while. Because of Dracula's presence. Because of Alucard's injuries. Because of a million different reasons and it's hard to say where one cause ends and another begins.

His lips touch neck and hold there for a while, and he can feel warmth moving from him into Alucard's cooler skin. He's missed that. He's missed a lot of things. ]

You'd need to find some way to make it up to me.

Mmm.

[It's a vibration, deep and thoughtful, one that passes from Alucard's throat to Trevor's lips. Selfish, really, because Alucard feels their presence all the more keenly for the noise.

He's so still, savoring the warmth.]

I can get creative. Make a feast when we're done.

[ It's also permission to keep going, and at least some of the caution falls away. He pulls back, breathing hot air against Alucard's neck - the difference in all of their temperatures is always fascinating - as he speaks. ]

Done with what?

[ He probably shouldn't tease Alucard too much while he's like this. It might mean he gets to see him like this less often. It's also giving permission to the other two to be mean to him when he's similarly soft and useless and slightly confused and just wants to be held and touched.

On the other hand, it's fun. But he does lean back in to Alucard's neck, stubble scraping over it as his lips settle over the pulse point and hold there. Partly to make up for being mean, but also partly to feel his heartbeat. ]

Wherever this goes.

[Alucard knows he's given permission for a whole host of things in just a few actions and words. It's so, so hard for him to care about any of it, not when he's shifting so that both of his arms are wrapped around Trevor. Hard for him to care when there's the wonderful sensation of scruff on an already too sensitive neck. Hard for him to care when the shuddering of his heart is so clear and visible with Trevor hovering at his pulse point.

This isn't being mean at all, so far as Alucard's concerned. It's just the Alucard version of morphing into something this soft and in need of touch.]

Someone's dodging the question.

[ Not that it matters much. It's permission to keep going, and that means more than anything. He kisses again softly once, then lifts Alucard to pull him into his lap. Once he's there, his hands stroke down his sides softly, lips against Alucard's own so he can speak against them.

...to be honest, he kind of wants to know how far he can push him. ]

Mine. [ It's what they always go for, isn't it? So much so that it's long lost much of its possessive meaning, leaving only the underlying message of I cannot be made to leave you. ] My most dear love. My Adrian. MY perfect, beautiful husband

[ Okay so maybe that last one is both not strictly true yet and also really kind of laying it on thick. ]

[There's a far smarter assed Alucard who'd respond to the point about question dodging, but he left a long time ago. The Alucard that is here in his place is all soft edges and floppy, happy weight, his arms wrapped around Trevor's neck, part of his upper arms resting on Trevor's shoulders.]

Always yours. [But that's all Alucard can respond to before the rest of the words are spoken. There isn't any tension in him, but the hands that rest on his sides can still feel the way that the vampire keeps melting, melting, melting. The last one, well, there's more of a puddle in Trevor's lap than a vampire.

And maybe that's it. This is protection, far more subtly understood than the kind of possessive protection of Dracula. The one that only understands physical space, the one that puts up walls. This is full, complete, utter, not because it has been proven time and again that Trevor's skills have saved Alucard's life more than once, but because emotions are just as important.

It doesn't matter if the last word isn't strictly true yet. It's been true between the three of them for some time now, and now is the first time the word has been uttered.

Alucard doesn't say anything back. He kisses, stupid and in love and trying to make that so clear.]

[ This is what this looks like from the outside, isn't it? The slow dissolution from a person into a living mass of adoration. His hands travel down Alucard's sides, over his hips, down to the outsides of his thighs and there he pauses, stroking again. ]

We are both, [ and he moves back to Alucard's neck now that he's positioned better, resuming his attentions there with an open-mouthed kiss and a very soft nip before he speaks again. ] much too old to be sneaking about causing mischief because we've been left alone.

[ But he's clearly not going to let that stop him. ]

[It's physically impossible for the vampire to be closer to the Belmont at this point. Not with the arms around Trevor's neck, and not with how Alucard's legs have shifted so that they're both around Trevor's waist. He's not only a melting puddle of adoration, but one that has figured out how to cling like a koala.]

It's a belated teenage rebellion on my end.

[Which is accurate. He was an absolute angel as a teenager, at least as much as any teenager can be. The statement comes with a soft laugh, thrilling at the kiss being pressed against his skin.]

[ He laughs himself, and it forces him to break the kiss he's holding against Alucard's neck for just a moment. ]

That works.

[ It'd kill the mood to mention anything about his own teenage rebellion (or rather lack thereof). Instead he just laughs at the idea of Alucard-the-model-son before he resumes nipping at the neck of Alucard-the-puddle-of-feelings.

Carefully, once hand moves to the inside of his thighs and feels through the pajama bottoms for the scar, stroking over and around it. This, this he probably has to be careful with. Especially with Alucard being so open and vulnerable right now. He closes his eyes, stroking over it a few more times in thought. ]

Five parts of this whole fucking mess that you're stuck with forever. [ He says after a moment. ] And only three of them scars.

With a Belmont, no less.

[It'd be pitch perfect as teenagers. Such as it is, they're adults with their own lives, and that has been interrupted by Dracula simply being himself. In other moods, Alucard would (and has) dwelled on it. Here and now, it passes by without any more acknowledgement.

There isn't any tension back as Trevor's hand finds the scar again, but Alucard's legs squeeze Trevor's hips for a moment. The repeated movement helps, because of course it does. Sometimes the vampire is just a big, scared horse.]

I love the other two parts that I'm bound to. [That's a deliberate choice. Bound. Tied up and tangled and impossible to rend asunder.]

With a Belmont. [ He makes a false-disapproving tutting sound, but he can't quite manage to keep the look of mock-disapproval on his face for more than a fraction of a second. Alucard looks too soft, too perfect and open and raw right now to even pretend at anything so harsh. ] Whatever shall we do with you?

[ That is, of course, a rhetorical question. He moves his hand up a little further, past the scar. The fingers of the other push just slightly beneath the waistband of Alucard's pajama bottoms and rest there against the skin of his hip for the moment. He's not in any hurry. ]

[With a Belmont, he pretends to disapprove, and Alucard shifts so that he can just have a moment to press his forehead against Trevor's shoulder. There's a warm little sight when he does so, stupid and caught up in the sheer joy of this moment. In being able to just let everything that has weighed on him for the past several months slip away, leaving just the vampire as he's only ever wanted to be. In love with the two best things that ever happened to him, and not having to hide how it makes him feel to anyone.

It's freeing beyond words. It's something that gives the vampire's skin an uncharacteristic warmth to it, like the embers of a fire when Trevor's gingers settle against the bare skin of his hip.

He pulls his head back. Just for a moment. Just long enough to smile at the Belmont, and that too glows.]

Trust a Belmont to know how to handle a vampire?

I think I can manage that.

[ His hand moves still further up Alucard's thigh, until it reaches the point where it's grazing against parts that are absolutely not thigh. ]

I've heard that sticking things in them works-

[ Nope. Nope, he can't make a staking joke with a straight face. It's awful. This is a terrible attempt at dirty talk and he knows it. ] -fuck, that's below even me. Just pretend I said that in an appealing way.

Trevor.

[He manages to eyeroll before dissolving into a roil of laughter. It's timed with the vampire pressing into Trevor's hand, in control of himself by just a few hairs for now.]

You're lucky I have an excellent imagination.

[To hell with letting the Belmont talk anymore though. Alucard presses his lips to Trevor's, knowing full well that he's a fool to start it off so gently and borderline chastely. But that's the joy of it too, isn't it? The steady progress from that nervous softness to something far more passionate and overwlehming.]

[ There’s a mismatch to it, the way that the kiss starts so soft and undemanding at the same time as Alucard moves, encouraging him to continue rubbing at the front of his trousers. The contrast makes both elements of it, the chastity and the obscenity, more stark by comparison to each other.

He doesn’t increase the intensity of ther kiss, not yet. It continues, gentle and soft but prolonged. But his fingertips rub in small circles where they’re resting against Alucard’s hip while his other hand strokes slowly but definitely against the vampire. ]

[Through this, there's a low, content hum from the vampire. A rare noise, made only when he was well and truly contented. It's a noise pressed against Trevor's lips, one that dissolves in each and every kiss. The sweetness, the simplicity, it all feels so right.

The two arms around Trevor's neck shift. One moves, hand in Trevor's hair now, but not moving. Moving it feels like too much right now. The other, the other moves to rest against Trevor's cheek, but it stays there for only a moment. That hand travels down along Trevor's jaw, along his neck, and comes to rest right over his heart. It's a gesture that's impossibly light to the touch, like applying more pressure will make the vampire combust.

Against Trevor's one hand, he presses himself against it. It's warm. He feels warmer for it, and under all of the softness there is still the feeling of want. Wanting to be held and kissed and touched and every other thing that's been denied to them. The fabric on his hip dips as Alucard presses harder against the Belmont, showing more skin.]

[ The hand over his heart is cool as always, pleasant in the constant heat, but there's a warmth to it nonetheless. A warmth to all of this, distinct from the growing humidity of late spring-turning-early summer. A pleasant one.

It takes him by surprise how much he must have missed this. It's not been at the front of his mind all month, because the month has been exhausting and sometimes painful and it's been difficult to gather the energy to even really think about this kind of thing. But he must have missed it without noticing, because that little contented hum brings with it such an immense sense of relief.

When the fabric dips, the hand at Alucard's hip chases it, sliding underneath it proper to rest against his rear. With one last kiss, he moves back to Alucard's neck, kissing lightly at first. Then the hand at his front moves with more purpose as he begins to nip at the neck again, alternating quick bights and kisses. ]

[By the time this brief reprieve is done, they'll perhaps have made up for a quarter of all the lost time. After all, Sypha isn't here (probably out driving to clear her head, taking advantage of Dracula's absence), and at the very least the two of them will have to smother her in affection because they made her miss out on this.

There's such a sigh from the vampire as Trevor's hand moves against the skin of his rear. As the softness of lips against lips ends, being replaced with the kind of administrations that have always and will always make the vampire a turned on mess. It's all Alucard can do to return the favor in kind, the hand that's in Trevor's hair moving down, fingers brushing against the top few vertebrae of his spine.

He can just kiss the top of Trevor's head at this angle. Muffled against those kisses is a soft murmur.]

Trevor.

[It has the same cadance as mine.]

[ He closes his eyes at the fingers stroking over his back, breathing in long and slow in anticipation. ]

Unfair.

[ Nevermind that his teeth and stubble are scraping against Alucard's neck. The vampire's the one being unfair here. He can't move his hand further downward without actually moving the cloth out of the way, and so he settles for squeezing his ass. The hand between his legs stops stroking and moves away, just a little, close enough that Alucard can shift forward to keep rubbing against him. ]

This is going to go nowhere if we both end up useless, you know.

Then where would you like my hands?

[Alucard's question is murmured against Trevor's hair, and they're followed with a hitch in his breath as Trevor squeezes at his ass. The motion causes Alucard's hips to slide forward, and he is very much rubbing against the Belmont.

He loves being like this. In Trevor's lap, wrapped around the Belmont entirely, cool against impossible warmth. It lets him press all of the kisses he could ever want to the Belmont while making sure that he's at just the right angle for his neck to be kissed in turn, and the only thing that can ever happen is that they press closer and closer together.

Alucard picks his head up and out of Trevor's hair, just for a moment. He doesn't dare pull back, not when Trevor's mouth is perfect where it is.]

Or show me.

Hmm.

[ Only a little relucantly, he pulls his hand from under Alucard's clothes to reach for his wrist, pulling the hand that was at his back over to join the one over his heart. ]

Think you can manage buttons?

[ Alucard always complains, after all, any time they end these things with either of his partners still too clothed for his tastes. May as well work on that. ]

I believe so.

[There's another reason for having Trevor do this. It's about the trust of it all, in letting himself be manipulated from the outside, rather than from that horrid damn spell. With both of his hands resting atop Trevor's heart, feeling the beat of it and knowing that that's his Belmont, the vampire's softness goes up a notch.]

We'll find out.

[His right hand moves away. Away and to the first button of Trevor's shirt, careful as it's undone. There's a slight delay, but there's no shaking hands. That's a sign that there's still some sense remaining in the vampire.

And what can he say when they're still too clothed? There's tiddies and they aren't free.]

[ Honestly, Alucard is better at buttons while an aroused mess on the border of senseless than Trevor is normally. As is made evident by his own attempts. He gives up after taking as long to undo one button as Alucard did to undo three, and moves on to the vampire's bottoms instead.

Those he can't remove all the way without them both moving away from each other, but he can pull them to his thighs. Far enough to reveal the dead skin of the scar. As well as other, more immediately relevant things. ]

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