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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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[ He lets Alucard guide his weight back up so that he's standing normally, and he likes to think he's being very restrained when he only leans forward to kiss him once in the process. Even in the dull light of the party it's clear that he's flushed and his breathing is soft and steady and so even that it has to be being forced to be that way.

(It's something about being safe. Something about being wanted enough to be worth being possessive about. It's probably about ten kinds of messed up, but he can't being himself to care that much.) ]

She'll be dancing still, I think. And she has someone else's shoes, somehow.

[ She borrowed shoes from someone who came wearing flatter footwear so that she could dance in them, but then the shoe-donor seemed to be too drunk to remember that they were still shoeless and left. So now Sypha has two pairs of shoes, holding her own heels in her hands while dancing in someone else's flat shoes. ]

[It's incredible restraint on both their ends. That kiss only gets one returned in kind, and even then that's far more tempered than Alucard feels it ought to be. He's smiling even as he has to pull away, no longer blocking Trevor's face.

Maybe they should just let Sypha drive.

(Alucard won't, they came in his car tonight.)]

Let's go and fetch her then.

[He sure as hell isn't letting go of Trevor after that. His arm remains around Trevor, hand still on his waist. That's for no other reason than wanting to reminder Trevor that he's there and that it'll be just the three of them soon enough.]

[ Sypha is radiant as usual, making the most of her break from Trevor-watching by making the best attempt she can at dancing all the way through her borrowed shoes. She's absorbed in the task, enough that it takes her a few minutes to realize that she's being stared at.

Because of course he's staring at her, because what else can he do? She's beautiful like this, all pink from exertion with carefully styled hair all mussed up and flyaway, a small bruise or two where she's accidentally hit herself with her own shoes from dancing too enthusiastically, eyes the exact kind of bright and sharp that comes from being awake so long that the tiredness becomes manic energy (they absolutely should not let her drive).

She looks back at them when she does notice, at the way that Alucard's arm is still on Trevor's waist, at the way Trevor is practically wilting against him. There's concern on her face for just a moment, and then she actually looks at Trevor's expression and it melts away. He's not afraid and he's not in pain, the expression is just absolute, stupid longing. She kisses both of them when she walks up, her own hand on Trevor's other side before long, knuckles of it brushing against Alucard's jacket when they move. It's not quite correct - they arrived each on one of Alucard's arms like a sword and shield and they probably ought to leave that way - but for now it's good. Perfect.

Home?, she asks.]

Home.

[It's ridiculous, how she can get both of them to stop and stare for what feels like an eternity. A wonderful, glorious eternity that's focused on her and the energy that she creates. Sypha can control ice just as much as she can control fire, she's a contradiction like that, but it is always warmth that she radiates. It is irresponsible for Alucard to put her on so high a pedestal, but there are moments he cannot help but see her as the flame in the castle's hearth.

(There are other reasons he tends not to dwell on that thought for very long, and that is not something he's focusing on now.)

Trevor's weight is warm and wonderful and if anyone has opinions on why the Belmont looks this way, then they can make some stupid conclusion on their own. Sypha's on the other, and fuck, they're leaving like this because Alucard says so.

When they get to the car, Alucard insists they both stay in the back. He's the only one fit to drive (only had champagne at midnight and it's long past that), and once they're on the road home, he fixes the rearview mirror to keep an eye on them both. Mostly just to watch, but also to account for the possibility that he may have to carry them both into the house.]

[ He's had nothing to drink, but he's probably worse for driving than he might be if he had. The night's been overwhelming in every possible way. He doesn't fall asleep the second he's out in the cool-ish air (does this city have seasons that aren't warm? he's yet to experience one), but he settles against Sypha in the car. She's too warm to the touch, warmer than usual from all of the dancing, and the crook of her neck is kind of an uncomfortable place to rest one's head for the heat and sweat of it. Too warm and sticky, like trying to lean on one of this city's summers. But then, it's probably not particularly comfortable having stubble brush against you (he always tries to remember to shave before these events, as would be appropriate and the other two always stop him). So fair is fair.

He's touchier than usual, but in small ways. Little things that aren't overwhelming. Slowly untangling Sypha's hair from an ill-fated decorative hairpin that got lost in it once she started dancing, turning one of the bracelets around on her wrist. More would be- difficult. More than he can bring himself to initiate right now. ]

[The view from the driver's seat is something else. Alucard's watching the road because of course he is, but he's also watching them. The way Trevor settles on Sypha, the way she's still coming down from what probably feels like endless hours of dancing. How Trevor's touches are some of the most tender gestures Alucard's seen from the man in...since he first got here.

There's too much self control involved in not pulling over, climbing into the back, and just holding them both for a long, long while. They're so precious in this moment, and here he is, being denied it because one of them has to drive.

So when they do get home, when he opens the back door of the car for them both (the door from garage into the house just opens automatically), they're kissed in turn. Long and slow and lingering because that's what he's been thinking about since they first got on the road.]

[ Sypha is closest to the door, and she gets out first, taking Alucard's hand to let him help her get out and holding her shoes in the other, still wearing the borrowed ones that are now apparently stolen ones. And they kiss and- Trevor just turns the hairpin he liberated over in his hand, because it's kind of like touching her and it's just so overwhelming that he's forgotten how to undo his seatbelt.

He manages eventually, though it takes him long enough for Sypha to finally break the kiss and look back at him staring at them and start laughing. It's only when she threatens to take Alucard into the house and leave him out here that he actually moves, remembering himself and scrambling out of the car and into both of their arms and then Alucard is kissing him and Sypha is still laughing and he's not entirely sure if he wants to cry or be dragged into bed but it's definitely one of those two things. He half-falls into Alucard's chest when the kiss ends, and he can feel Sypha's hand on his back. She sounds amused still, asking Alucard what on earth he did and accusing him of bringing the wrong person home. ]

[Alucard's seen Trevor drunk. This isn't drunk, this isn't anywhere near how he is when the Belmont's drunk. This is something else entirely, and he's not sure what to make of it quite yet. It looks like sensory overload from the outside, and he's a little afraid he's done something to actually damage Trevor.

That thought's gone when they kiss again. When Trevor's in his arms. He's just...God, he's happy, isn't he? Overwhelmed for it, perhaps, but that's fine. Trevor should be like this more often, and at the moment, more often is now. The only question is how to keep the momentum going.

He kisses the top of Trevor's head, and it's the easiest thing to start guiding him inside.]

No, it's him. The stubble's impossible to replicate.

[Inside the house. Over to the stairs, and Alucard nudges Trevor gently.]

Do you need to lean on me for this?

[Because Trevor is about two seconds away from getting scooped up in full.]

[ They're in the castle. They're home. He's safe and he's practically stupid with joy at it. They're both of them leading in, and he doesn't need it, not really, he could walk on his own if he wanted. But they're not doing it because he needs it. They're not doing it out of obligation. They're doing it because they love him and he's safe because they love him and-

-it's a lot. ]

Until we get around to the part where you fuck me until I can't walk, I can climb stairs.

[ Look who gets to swear again now he's home. He can still talk, at least, even if the tone is far, far too soft for what he's saying. And even if he does, in fact, continue leaning on Alucard as they go up the stairs. ]

So it's 'want to'. Not need to.

[What Belmont was ever happy to be in these walls? Felt safe in them instead of a terrible sense of duty and perhaps fear of what might happen if death was not given to them within the castle? If they became food or turned or some other fate?

Leave it to Trevor to use terrible language and have it wrapped up in so much warmth. Alucard keeps shouldering Trevor's weight, and Sypha's on the other side of Trevor, just in case he decides to switch who to lean against once they get up the stairs properly.]

Is that what you want?

[He's asking genuinely, but it is a forgone conclusion. Otherwise Alucard and Sypha are going to have a very big problem to deal with on their own.]

You know how it goes. Annoying people I don't like gets me hot and bothered.

[ That's his story and he's sticking to it.

There's no reason to explain the full of it, not really. Not when he's not entirely certain himself. He just knows that he feels so safe, so loved right now, and that apparently it's the possessiveness thing that brought that about and-

-yeah, the version of events that he just gave is the one that's easiest to get his head around right now. He sighs contentedly, letting his head loll to one side to rest against Sypha's. ]

More than anything.

Then what else can we do but oblige?

[It's a very good story which will absolutely get tested in the months to come. For now, there's only focusing on this moment, how Trevor is somehow so heavy and yet the lightest weight in the world to be guiding to the top of the stairs. To their bedroom, where the bed hasn't been made at all (sometimes it can go for weeks being made properly, only to then go for months without.)

Alucard pauses at the doorframe just long enough to slide his shoes off. It gives Sypha leave to actually maneuver herself and Trevor over to the bed, and Alucard can't help but linger as the other two kiss again. God. He loves them both. He loves watching them express the sentiment to each other even more.]

[ His own shoes ended up discarded somewhere between the door and bed. His jacket just goes on the floor, though Sypha's hairpin gets put down delicately on the bedside table.

It's Sypha who kisses him - it's Sypha who is doing most of everything, in truth, from leading him onto the bed to undoing his tie to initiating the kiss while he mostly just stares at her uselessly and moves as bidden when she pushes him. It's shorter than the kiss before, mostly because she comes to realize that she can't undo the tie without looking at it.

And it's nice, it's nice but it's not perfect because there are only two of them in the bed and there should be three. Sypha seems to think so too, because she just looks back as she tosses Trevor's tie in the same general direction as his jacket, tilting her head. Trevor is less subtle. ]

Adrian, please-

[ -Please join them. ]

[It's terrible, holding back. Alucard's only doing it because this is too lovely a sight to not take in. But it's clearly too long for the other two. It means that there's an apology murmured as Alucard approaches the bed, and then he's there on the other side of Trevor.

His fingers trace over Trevor's back gently to begin with, an attempt to get Trevor to lie on his side. Slow, patient, lingering, with Alucard's lips pressed To Trevor's shoulder. There's still a shirt in the way, but Sypha's working on that and-- ah. There's no shirt, and Alucar resumes his kisses. They're slow and lingering. Not possessive, not yet.]

I'm here.

[ He was too open before, too open and raw and vulnerable, stinking of blood and surrounded by wolves. It was what he'd known giving his name would be, but it was no better for the knowing. Now, now he's more open, more vulnerable, but it's nice. It's nice not to carry armor for once, to be only what he needs to be and no more.

His hand curls into the blankets at the kisses, and then it's curling into Sypha's own hand and it takes him a moment to realize that she must have held it, and his mind is working just a little slower than everything else, but that's- nice. Usually it has to work faster, and that's exhausting. Everything is a surprise like this, and everything that could possibly happen is delightful. ]

You are.

[ And he sounds awestruck by that. Absolutely awestruck, as if it wasn't something that could have been expected. He has one hand in Sypha's and the other hand is trying to seek out Alucard's. ]

You both are.

[This is absolutely too much. Whatever's going on in Trevor's head, whatever it is that that simple this vampire in particular can go fuck himself kiss did, Alucard doesn't know. What he can say with confidence is that he would do it a thousand times over if it meant Trevor was going to be like this every time. The vulnerability feels like the ultimate display of trust. Something given freely because everything else has been put in place so that it can be given.

Alucard's hand is wrapped around Trevor's middle right now. Holding him close. Tight. Making it clear that Alucard is so very, very there.]

Where else would we ever want to be?

[Alucard's kisses move from Trevor's shoulder to just below Trevor's ear. (Necks are right out. Always.) He catches the movement of Trevor's hand. Shifts so that it's met with Alucard's, then draws it close back against Trevor's body.]

[ This would almost be enough. Just this. Just being here, cut off from the world by a barrier formed of the two people he adores most. This is good, and safe, and he's loved.

Sypha's hand, the one that isn't coiled up in his, is between his shoulderblades, trailing lazily up and down the top of his spine, and his shoulders twitch slightly with it every now and then. It's not an entirely voluntary movement, and that's- that's okay. It adds to the sensation of giving up control, of not needing control right now. He doesn't need to look behind him. He doesn't need to listen for footsteps. He doesn't need to do or say or think about anything. Just the two of them. He only needs to focus on the two of them. ]

If that wasn't rhetorical then I don't know, but you're not allowed to go there right now. Have to stay here.

[There's a sigh, and it is fond and exhausted.]

It was rhetorical.

[Alucard's close enough to where Sypha's other hand is that he can both watch her stroke Trevor's spine and see the twitch. It's a little too much to witness, and Alucard shifts just a little. It lets him tangle his legs up with Trevor's just a bit more.

The hand that is in Trevor's moves up Trevor's chest a little, then down. Repeats the motion, and Alucard's so content to take all of this slowly. His lips move from just below Trevor's ear to the part of Trevor's spine that Sypha's hand can't reach.]

Good.

[ That's all he manages to say before Sypha's lips are on his. She's released his hand to bring both of hers up to his face for it, cradling it in them while she kisses.

It means that whatever sound he makes when Alucard's lips press against his spine is muted, but there are more than enough more silent signs to get the idea across. The muscles of his back tighten, as if they're all curling in toward Alucard, and then very slowly release. His hand, curled around Alucard's on his chest, does likewise. ]

[Alucard lets go over Trevor's hand reluctantly and replaces it with his other. There's a reason for it, and that's because with this being the free hand, it is easier for Alucard to not just kiss down Trevor's spine, but stroke down everything he's already put his lips against.

It is terribly slow. Careful to kiss each vertebrae in the proper order. Making sure each kiss is felt.]

[ The noise, as it turns out, sounds something like humming, growing higher in pitch until it ends with a choked sound and the rest of the breath comes out as a sigh. The muscles tighten again, and this time they remain like that, trembling slightly as Alucard's attention remains there. The muscles of his neck pull his head back, leaving his throat open to Sypha, who has no self-imposed ban from it and also apparently no concerns about awkward questions he might need to answer about bruises there at the next knitting meeting. His breaths come short and shallow, making tiny noises each time they leave him. ]

Adrian-

[ It's very soft, not much louder than the little sounds that are coming out of him with each breath. And he doesn't know what he's asking for, he just wants to say the name. He's been saying that name more since the incident a while ago. ]

[That's a noise Alucard could stand to hear again and again. That's a noise he wants to see up close and personal, because to not see the face Trevor is making is true agony. There are more kisses up Trevor's spine, just as slow as they were going down.

But as Alucard's lips go up, the hand of his that is entwined with Trevor's goes down. Down his chest, slow and gentle, down past the waist of his pants, down over his thighs so that there's pressure there. Pressure moving in a very slow circle, just as Alucard reaches Trevor's shoulders again.

He's as close to Trevor as he can possibly be, all fine suit fabric pressed against bear skin. With Sypha spoiling Trevor's neck with attention, Alucard presses soft kisses to the back of his head instead, mixed with soft nuzzles of Trevor's hair.

Their room is closed off from the world. It was the one room Alucard encouraged them both to ward as they saw fit, make as secure as possible. For that, there can never be prying eyes here. No one to ever disturb the room and the security of it.]

[ The process of every last thew of his back relaxing back into place after tensing and curling backward toward Alucard is slow, with a slight shudder to it. There's no more noise at it, save for how even his breaths come, but whatever look is on his face, Sypha's stopped what she's doing to better watch it.

Both of them are dressed almost fully, and he is very much not, and that's not entirely an unusual situation (he spent as much as he could get away with of the later part of summer and the early parts of autumn wearing as little shirt as possible, because summer here is fucking miserable, and he wonders every now and then if that contributed to Alucard at least being so quick to accept his affections) but it adds to the sensation of being vulnerable but cared for.

Sypha's hands aren't doing much of anything right now, but she's staring at both of them with the most adoring face and he can't not pull her closer. So he unweaves his hand from Alucard's - he doesn't need the reminder that he's here anymore, not with the buttons of his suit jacket cold against his back. After a few false starts because he's too stupid with bliss to realize that his hand is stuck down the side of his trousers and that's why it's not moving the way he wants it to, he has his arms around her. He pulls her closer until he's trapped between the both of them. ]

That's nice.

[ The still-gloved hand on his thigh, he means. But also all of this. Absolutely all of this. He's flitting into french every now and then, the same way he does when he's half-asleep or panicked or any number of other things - it's apparently just a thing that happens when his ability to think is compromised by something. ]

Back at the party- you should do that more often. I liked it.

[One particular thing that has never been a mystery, nor subtle has been the fact that Sypha does like to watch the other two. Alucard's no better in that regard, so when he feels Sypha's gaze, Alucard milks it for all it's worth. Presses kisses along Trevor's shoulder blade, tender and looking up at Sypha every so often just because he knows what the result is.

Alucard's hand stays where it is for a few moments before it travels up, starting to deal with the problem that is called Trevor has a belt on and we need to fix that. A problem compounded by Trevor pulling Sypha right up against him, so Alucard's hand is just sort of stuck there now and there's no better place for his hand to be trapped, is there?

It's a sight. Alucard sighs all too happily for it, mind wandering against the tradition of how one spends New Year's Day is a predictor of the year to come. A good year.

He answers in English. Softly.]

Will you be like this every time I do?

Every time you tell a room full of people 'this man is ours, and no-one else's'?

[ He sinks back in to Alucard, tilting his head back so that he can see his face. It's flushed from ear to pinkish ear and from nose to collarbone. His eyes are heavy and not entirely focused, staring more at a nearby lock of Alucard's hair than at his face. His lips are parted slightly and his breath is slow and steady but comes out trembling.

The movement also gives a little more room to work with, and Sypha's hands fall upon Alucard's, guiding it through the motions of unhooking the belt. ]

Absolutely. Every time.

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