cryptsleeper | 20s AU Post

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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[There's a soft attempt at a laugh that fails. But let it fail. Alucard's happy enough for Trevor's face in his hair, even if they both really ought to close the fridge door.]

Very low. Where's Sypha?

Speakers're in town. She'll be out until late to see them off when the train leaves at fuckoff-o-clock in the morning.

[ He kisses Alucard's cheek through the curtain of hair. ]

Let me handle the parts that involve knives, then, if you're going to be hitting your hands with things. Some of us don't need blood in our diets.

So it's just two for dinner then.

[That's fine. A little disappointing, but Alucard cannot demand Sypha come here. Not with her people in town, the rarity and blessing that it is.

He breathes out, lingering against Trevor a moment more.]

Fine, fine. Not that there's much left to do in terms of knives. Did you slice bell pepper in your quest to prepare things in advance?

I wasn't preparing things in advance. I was just- you know.

[ God forbid he admit that he was looking forward to something. He might have to express an emotional need or something if he did that. ]

Bunicuta says she likes this brand of food containers for keeping vegetables good, so I was testing them. Can't have her using something that's not going to work. She'd be complaining about it for weeks.

[ This is his life now. Vampire hunting meetings where they talk about tupperware brands. ]

I appreciate it, Trevor. That's all.

[Alucard does consider what those meetings are like now, and a soft laugh escapes him.]

You can let go now. I won't faint or injure myself.

Maybe I don’t want to.

[ He doesn’t. He’s not been able to just hold Alucard like this all week. But the longer he prolongs this cooking thing, the more time it’s going to take for Alucard to get to bed. And he does really, really need to sleep. With a kiss to the side of his head, he lets go. ]

Bell pepper’s in the green container.

[Alucard can lean and reach the green container at the same time. He's amazing at multitasking. And so he does that, then realizes quietly that this is it.]

I'll have to stop leaning right now.

You don’t have to.

[ Well. He kind of does, if dinner is going to get made. ]

Make something quick. Once we’ve eaten you can lean wherever you please.

Fine, fine.

[With that, Alucard stops leaning. He cooks, smothered porkchops, sauteed peppers, and rice. Nothing complicated. Something that will keep for Sypha. It's quick enough to cook, but here is the true luxury: Alucard sits down next to Trevor. Alucard being there. Eating. Eating and having cooked.]

Mmm.

[ He doesn't quite return to his knitting. He sits next to his knitting and picks it up, then puts it down again and just watches Alucard working. It's nice, to just sit here and watch him going about the kitchen. By the time he's finished, Trevor's resting his head in one hand, half in a trance.

Eating is quiet without Sypha around. He's become better at being social at mealtimes over the last few years but he's still not great at it without being prompted. ]

Thank you. It- means a lot, this kind of thing.

[ He never thought he'd care for normalcy. Some days he still doesn't. But it's more than he ever thought he'd have. ]

[The quiet doesn't bother Alucard tonight. He is in Trevor's presence, and in many ways, that's all he needs. Below the table, his foot gently nudges against Trevor's, a quiet reminder that they are both here.

He does eat ravenously though, because the work is tiring and he's found himself working through lunches in order to take care of more patients.]

It means a lot to me as well.

[There's a pause, and Alucard puts his fork down so he can kiss Trevor on the cheek.]

[ He laughs, brushing a few grains of rice off his cheek. ] Hungry?

[ He can't blame him for being ravenous. God knows they're both awful at tunnel vision and putting everything else aside in favour of work. That's the reason he's so strict about barriers between work and life, because otherwise he'd fucking die. ]

I'd celebrate you being ours for the next few days, but I'm guessing most of that time's going to be dedicated to sleeping. [ A pause. ] Let me handle breakfast tomorrow?

[ There will be breakfast in bed in the morning. That's the rules. ]

Mmmmm

[Agreement and sleepy noises are never a good combination. But it's there, and Alucard knows it far too well.]

It'll be more like lunch, you know.

[ He rests a hand on Alucard’s leg, shaking his head. ]

Doesn’t matter what time it is. If you serve pastries with it it’s breakfast. That’s the rule.

That'll do. No coffee though. Just tea.

[Alucard smiles, and to hell with it. He nuzzles against Trevor's neck for a moment.]

M'not sure I"ll be able to even get up from the table.

Oh, I wasn’t considering either.

[ He doesn’t often make proper Parisian drinking chocolate, not even for the two of them. The weather is always too hot here to justify it. But sometimes it’s appropriate.

He pulls Alucard close, the hand on his leg reaching under his knees to lift him up and onto his lap. It’s no secret how much he enjoys having excuses to carry either of them around. ]

Well, if only there were something I could do to help with that.

...Hm?

[It says everything about Alucard's state that he doesn't think about drinking chocolate.

It also says everything that he doesn't protest at being pulled onto Trevor's lap while still at the dinner table. He just sinks into Trevor's chest, making it manifest that he's beyond exhaustion.]

Can't think of it myself.

You’ll see. I’ll pick up what I need in the morning.

[ He sounds almost gleeful that Alucard hasn’t caught on. Means he has a surprise for in the morning. For a little while he just wraps his arms around him, indulging in him being here. Then he stands, holding Alucard in his arms. ]

You’re lucky I’m a problem solver.

[Alucard murmurs nothing in particular. And he will be wonderfully surprised with the chocolate, and then smile stupidly for it. But right now?

Oh. He could die like this. He nearly has, but for all the wrong reasons.

One hand manages to rest against Trevor's chest.]

Going to solve the problem of the fact I smell?

[ It's no secret that this is his favourite thing to do. In many ways, he's the weakest of the three. Alucard is stronger physically, and Sypha's magic is better made for protecting than his own. Being able to scoop them up, to hold them close and act like he can keep them safe means a lot. ]

Here I was thinking you'd just want to go to sleep. [ He kisses the top of Alucard's head. ] To the bath, then?

Can always doze in the bath if there's something to support my head.

[It's a weak and terrible argument, along with a pointless one. Alucard just wants to be surrounded by warmth in the end, and a bath is a means to an end. It makes up for Sypha's lack of presence, and moreover, it encourages Trevor to be there more.

Two bleary eyes blink up at Trevor before Alucard buries his face against Trevor's neck, eyes closing and all of him slack.]

[ He tries to be quiet and steady as he carries Alucard through the castle and eventually sets him down on the bed and largely succeeds, to much that it's probably the distant sound of running water that wakes him from his dozing. Trevor isn't there. Not until the noise stops and he walks back into the room.

He leans forward to kiss Alucard's forehead. ]

You have to be awake, if I'm going to undress you. It's no fun otherwise.

[The dhampir is only nearly asleep because of the water. It's a wonderful lie to tell himself as blearily picks his head up off the mattress, not having moved from where Trevor set him. Oh, sure, he might have managed to undo a few shirt buttons, but that's it. Stunning.

He smiles at the kiss though. Manages to upwright himself.]

M'awake. Promise.

[ The thing about living together this long - the thing about living together in a situation where they've all had to tend to each other's injuries - is that there are ways of undressing someone that are completely unsexy. Even when you kiss them as you do it. Even when they're the most beautiful thing under the sun. It's nothing near platonic, but it is possible to pull off someone's trousers and sit on a bed with them gathered up against your chest and have it be a non-sexy thing.

It helps when they're exhausted and a little stinky, obviously. ]

Ready to get un-smelly?

[Alucard's not the limp thing he's been in the past when they've had to do this for him. He's active and engaged enough to help, but mostly useless. And tired. And still managing a smile as Trevor pulls him close.]

I believe so. Although standing like this is quite nice too.

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