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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...I left. Before anything could happen or be considered or...

[Trevor's not moving. That's...okay, it's going to be a surprise once he's sat down and processed literally everything about this, but in the moment it's just good to have a warmer hand under his cold one.

There's no point in voicing the Stay. Please. He doesn't need to.]

[ He's afraid. He's afraid of his own father. And Trevor has always hated Dracula. Was born to hate Dracula. And suddenly he hates Dracula for new and exciting reasons.

There's nothing really that he can say. He can't say that they're here, because if Dracula chooses to come here there isn't shit that they could do. He just takes the jacket from the back of the sofa and pulls the envelope out from its pocket, placing it in Alucard's lap. ]

You should- you should read it. Ignore the dramatic shit.

[The matter's too raw. Alucard's had time to grieve for his mother, but everything in relation to his father has been a mess of...well, anger, mostly. The fear is new, although perhaps it is better said that the fear is newly articulated. It was there for a long time, since that scar was fresh on Alucard's chest, lurking beneath all the anger.

He opens the letter with one of his nails. Takes it out, then reads every word of it. Really reads, because the opening line makes it too terribly important to take lightly. Alucard is still as he devours every word on the paper, and soon enough, the hand that is in Trevor's squeezes again. Gently this time.]

Over my dead body the fae are laying claim to you.

[With Alucard, that's a promise. And because there's too many emotions, because it has been a very long two days even without the emotional exhaustion, and because he and Sypha have been trying to hint at things for a while with Trevor being dense, he leans over just enough to kiss Trevor. Firmly. Chastely. Easy to shove Alucard off if the gesture's unwanted.]

That's. Exact words, remember. But- thanks.

[ And- no, he wasn't expecting that. Wasn't even hoping for it, not really, not in any way that would have implied that he considered it a possibility. He returns the kiss, and it is chaste. Careful. Nothing more. Nothing more without Sypha's say so.

But this does mean that- it probably isn't too improper to pull his hand away from Adrian's so that he can wrap his arms around him instead. And that was the point of giving him the letter, even now it's unneeded. Because now he probably has leave to pull Alucard tightly against him, and that's seemed like the correct course of action for a while now. ]

You're safe here. We love you, we'll make sure of it.

[Alucard accepts the correction but he doesn't react to it. He'll let himself clarify later, but...but there's arms around him. Different ones than the ones he has relied on for what seems like years already. (It's only been months. Alucard's not sure that he'll ever celebrate that anniversary because it's too fraught with other emotions.) They're warm in a different way, closer to how the heated floors work in the castle rather than being embraced by a fireplace.

He stays there, quiet. Wraps his arms around Trevor in turn, because if this is finally happening then by God he's making sure this is finally happening in the proper way. Alucard's forehead rests on Trevor's shoulder. This is...good. There's color back in his face.]

Those statements apply to you as well.

I know.

[ And he does. Most of it, he's known for a while. All of it, maybe, if he weren't so willfully dense.

It was maybe selfish and stupid, to throw this at Alucard as well, on top of everything else. But he's a selfish, stupid person. The second Dracula was mentioned, it was either going to be this or going to hunt him down. One selfish thing or another. This one- this one was probably the better choice. He leans back into the sofa, pulling Alucard back with him so that he's rested against his chest. ]

I can make sure he's left the city, or I can stay here. Your choice.

[There's a soft word Alucard breathes out at that "I know." Assumes it'll be heard, because Trevor's good at hearing everything in this castle it feels like.]

Ours.

[No royal we shit, just his and Sypha's. Them as private individuals, not the things the rest of the city sees when the matter of Office is far more important.

Alucard lets himself just be dragged along. As he is, there's a soft shift in his grip. Something probably recognizes, that faint hint of possessiveness that's always there when he and Sypha are arranged together in whatever way they've decided to be at a given moment. It's always there. With Sypha, that fear of loss is more generalized. Abstract. A reaction to internal terrors. With Trevor, it's very real. Avoided for the year, but oh, it's going to be there and far too strong.

Into Trevor's chest there's a muffled response.]

No point in leaving.

[Which means stay. But he doesn't want to command.]

[ He just nods, and brings a hand up to stroke Alucard's hair. It's all still- intimate but chaste, something that could in theory still be just comforting. It can't be anything more than that without Sypha's leave. But ours is a good indication that this may well be fine. Also a good indication that they've talked about this - about him - in the past. And he'll process that later.

For now, Alucard's grip on him has shifted. It's no tighter, but it's stronger. As if he thinks that he might be swept away at any moment. There's only one possible response to that. ]

I'll stay.

[ It's said with a weight that means more than just staying on the sofa with him until he's ready to wake Sypha and go to bed with her. It's a promise that he can't really keep, and he doesn't qualify it with 'for another year' or 'for as long as I can', but he'll try. ]

Mmmm.

[The noise is a soft rumble of acknowledgement, both of Trevor's words and the gesture of a hand through his hair. It's selfish, this moment. Childish. Alucard's seen his father for all of just a minute, and here Trevor has had a solid 24 hours of uncertainty if this year would be the year he's dragged to hell.

Yet it's offered without hesitation. Probably better for Trevor not to be thinking about another year of surviving. He's doubtlessly built up the right rituals for himself, ways to wait out the vigil.

The sofa may be all they see. This moment is safe enough. He has no desire to disturb it.]

[ Somewhere along the line, he falls asleep.

Light is flooding in through the windows by the time he wakes up, and the sun is high enough that it's not visible from his place on the sofa. Alucard's a little heavier than he remembers. And also has redder hair.

Oh.

Somehow, Sypha's found her way between them. Her head is near his, filling half his vision with red curls, and Alucard's is on his chest. Alucard's arms are still around him, and his are at Alucard's shoulders now, but Sypha's made her way between both sets of arms. She's also apparently drunk the glass of water and taken the asprin he left out. So at least one of them did that.

Sleepily, he strokes Alucard's hair to wake him and then points to Sypha, mouthing a very confused 'how?'. ]

[Alucard's unsure of when he drifted off. It happened though, and his grip on Trevor is still there. Lower, but he hasn't let go from night to...whatever time of day it is. Late morning? The fog of sleep is hard to shake off. He's stirred only because Trevor's managed to rouse him just enough. Trevor and...

Wait.

There's an entire Sypha where she wasn't before. Alucard shifts just enough to get a look at what's going on, and takes a moment to understand what's before them both in full. His eyes flick up to Trevor, and the response is a very whispered:]

I've no idea. She's never done that before.

I have no idea how that would even-

[ He doesn't remember letting go of Alucard, and even if he had done so in his sleep he would have had to re-hold him. And Alucard would have needed to get up to let Sypha in underneath him and-

-fucking speakers and their weird fucking hug magic. ]

You not feeling too much like shit?

She does the impossible. Better to not question it.

[It's what Sypha does. A fact of life, a fact of this home. They're not moving now, so Alucard just shifts a little. He's not keen to let go of Trevor at all, but he can lean his head a little closer so that he's close to Sypha as well.

Trying to get off the sofa is going to be a mess.]

I'll answer that fully when I am more awake. Yourself?

Never better.

[ The first of November is always a good day, in truth. A day to say 'fuck you, I lived another year'. But this- this is the best possible way to start it. ]

Despite the two of you making your best attempts to crush me, I'm afraid.

[Alucard vaguely recalls the first of November being a holy day of obligation on some of the church calenders. Or at least an important enough feast day that Trevor may yet have to go to church. They'll have to let him up for that, otherwise Alucard will get yelled at. He knows that fact deep, deep in his bones.]

Good.

[Good to them both. Good to never better because that feels like a truth that should be more upsetting than it feels right now. Good to the two of you because this has finally come to pass. Good to the fact that waking up hasn't felt like coming back from the dead, good to the fact that all the horrible heavy emotions have not settled in for a long autumn's night.]

We are, however, trapped.

Looks like I'll be going to evening service.

[ Yeah, the ship's sailed on making it to the morning service. And he'll need to get washed and shaved, maybe. But that's a few hours yet. ]

You think I'm safe to assume that this is- her giving her blessing to this whole thing. If it is, I'm fairly sure I'm allowed to tickle her if I need to get out.

I was wondering.

[Which means making dinner earlier. They've probably missed the boat on breakfast anyway, and while Alucard's happy to ponder food, he just stops at the word tickle.]

That...is something I would advise against. Unless you want an accidental fist in your face, in which by all means then, please proceed.

[ Trevor looks between Alucard and Sypha, gesturing to her as if to point out that she's tiny how bad could it be?

(He will learn the answer sooner or later, and he will not do it again.) ]

Fine, fine, no tickling for now. I'll have to have you life her to rescue me. But later. This is nice.

[ The previous question still stands, whether this is her choosing to extend the closeness that she and Alucard share to him as well. It- looks like it is. But it's not like he's in a position to do anything about that right now anyway. He can't reach to kiss Alucard without waking her. And he doesn't want to do that. ]

Though it is liable to do my back in. I'd- prefer to sleep in an actual bed, once church is done with.

[ It's a statement, but it's also a question. What is that arrangement going to be? He's not just going to invite himself into their bed. ]

[Alucard's response is just a stink eye. Trust him, Belmont. Trust him and know it is advice given with too much experience.]

I'll do so when either demand of food or something else forces our hands.

[But the statement about beds brings everything back around to the previous question. Alucard's grip on Trevor lightens just a bit, and there's a more thoughtful hum.]

We've...it's something we realized around the same time. Discussed at length, but could not go further without asking your feelings on either of us and about an arrangement that I expect contradicts many parts of your faith. [Well he's been living with the son of Dracula for a while so maybe it's not as big a deal? Who's to say.]

I wouldn't have dared do anything last night if I knew it would hurt her. [That's also super obvious, Belmont.]

All three of us have to discuss it. Likewise, all three of us need to find how this shall work, and that can only be learned by doing.

Oh. My-

[ His faith. It’s a touchy topic, in these walls. There’s a reason he doesn’t talk about it much outside of the context of the misadventures of his church’s congregation. Lisa’s murderer wasn’t Eastern Orthodox. Wasn’t any branch of the church that He recognised. But he did it in the name of the same God and- it’s hard to ask a nonbeliever to care about the differences, save for that one was a murderer and many are not.

It means a lot, that they both gave a shit. They didn’t have to. ]

-there are parts of it that matter, and parts that don’t. As long as Bunicuta wouldn’t disapprove, I think I’m still doing well enough.

Also, I’m a fairy. I’m contradicting my own faith all over the place.

It couldn't not be accounted for.

[Institutions are institutions. Individual faith is personal, and that means respecting that personal relationship. Alucard's opinions on religion tend to ire towards those that act as asses while claiming the name of a god, any god.

It matters to Trevor. So it matters, full stop.]

So if that holds no problems, be your own views and nature or receiving the appropriate blessings, then the only thing left is to simply be.

[Like this. Exactly like this. Alucard shifts so that his eyes at meeting Trevor's, and he can't help it. He pushes himself up just a little bit, catching Trevor's lips and kissing him again.]

[ It had mattered more a long time ago. But things change. You learn to pick and choose the parts that seem important around the time a gun is first placed in your hands. And being hellbound no matter what is not much of a motivator to care about the ones that don't seem important.

But there's no need to think about that now. He's got another year, at least, and Sypha's hair is tickling his nose and Alucard is kissing him and this is perfect. ]

I hope you're not expecting me to suddenly not be a shitty person because of this.

Please. We both know better.

[It's said with a small thread of laughter though. Relationships of any kind, romantic, friend-based, even dearest enemies, do not cause such instant changes. Something like that well...Trevor's already said it in the note anyway.

For now, Alucard simply sighs, content. He then looks over at Sypha, who's muttering something.]

As a warning, she does tend to talk in her sleep. And kick.

Wonderful. You're sure that the fast healing is a vampire thing, and not just something you had to learn to survive her?

[ He turns his head to bury his lips in Sypha's hair. ]

Pity I already said I'll stay. I think I'd have been safer back with Damien.

You build up an immunity to it even happening, if you seek complete honesty.

[Oh. Oh but that moment sees Alucard's heart melt. In theory this was the right thing, he and Sypha were sure of. In action, everything is brought home. With anyone else, that gesture would get someone's throat torn out. With Trevor it's just right, and if there is one person in the world who deserves affection of two instead of one, it's Sypha.

He could watch this for a very long time. Forever, maybe. He's so drenched in sentiment that even the Damien comment gets only a soft tsk.]

Don't joke about that.

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