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 less impatience than might be expected of him. He doesn't try to move his hips or buck into Alucard's hand. Just watches as Sypha finishes with the fastenings of her dress and lets gravity slide it away from her body. Just settles against Alucard as she returns to the bed, hand on his hip again, lips in his hair.

There's no need to be impatient, he can trust them to be kind to him. He's theirs, after all. Their hunter. Their Belmont. Their informant and protector and potatobrand knitter and whatever else he can possibly make himself be for them. And they love him for it. They're reward him for it. He can trust them.

He's still save for the way that his fingers and legs tremble against Alucard with anticipation, Sypha's own legs slipping around his softly. ]

[Alucard doesn't do anything until Sypha's with them again. When she's settled, when she's pressing kisses to Trevor again, that's when his hand starts to move. Not fast. Not by much. Slowly, not wanting to overwhelm Trevor even more.

Because he is so very overwhlemed, he was like that the moment they got into the car and everything sinece then has been escalation. Wonderful, perfect escalation, as perfect as the Belmont gathered up in both their arms, just waiting.

The sigh that Alucard lets out is the happiest he's been all night.]

Trevor.

[They really should move beyond this though. There's a kiss to the tip of Trevor's nose.]

How do you want us?

[There's a strong chance Trevor is going to be too far gone to respond. If he isn't, then let him direct this.]

...Soon?

[ It's- not the best answer. Except it is, because Sypha chuckles warmly at it and it's that just as much as the slow movement of Alucard's hand that makes his fingers tense against the vampire's shoulders.

He can't think much more than that. How can he think, when Alucard breathes out his name so easily it's like it's been on his tongue for years? When Sypha's hand is small and soft and far too warm against his hip, trailing forward to just graze against dark curls? How could anyone? ]

Soon. [ He repeats, and his voice is trembling and splitting into desperate gasps. ] And- a lot. Until it's too much. So much that you have to carry me to the kitchen at breakfast.

[ Breakfast is a strong term, since the chances of anyone being awake before noon are looking unlikely. ]

[There's a warm laugh from Alucard that gets pressed into a kiss on Trevor's cheek. It's roughly what he thought, and then he shifts just enough to catch Sypha's eyes. They've had nearly a year to build up the skills to communicate without saying a word, and apparently they're in sync enough that even this can be taken care of with just a few blinks and a nod of the head.

Alucard has to withdraw his hand. Scoot up and roll onto his back so he can reach the nightstand. It's enough time for Sypha to gently guide Trevor so he's facing her. Focusing his attention on her, her, her until Alucard's gotten what he needs from the drawer and can focus his attention on the other two.]

Here we go then.

[He whispers it into Trevor's ear and punctuates the sentiment with a kiss to the very top of Trevor's jawline. Lets Sypha guide Trevor inside of her, while Alucard fusses with the bottle of lube in his hand and getting enough onto his hand.]

[ Logically, he should recognize that Alucard is moving away for a good reason. Not much of him is operating on logic right now, and he feels the loss keenly for a half-second it takes before Sypha guides him to turn toward her. And she's beautiful, beautiful and disheveled from the dancing and she's staring at him like he's something worth staring at and he's staring at her like he's witnessing a miracle.

And then Alucard's back, whispering to him, and he's joined with her and his arms are coiled around her, pulling her tightly against his chest. ]

Please- [ He whispers under his breath, though he knows there's no need to at this point. There's no need to get impatient. Alucard's there. He can trust him. ]

[Alucard's incredibly careful at this point. He's always careful at this point, fingers incredibly slick and making sure that there's nothing that can go wrong. He can take a rougher, less prepared moment easier. (Vampire healing has so many perks.) Trevor can't, and so Alucard's patient. Murmurs nothing in particular against Trevor's back as he does the work, and once Alucard's satisfied, his fingers withdraw.

Absence is only for a moment more. Alucard moves to where he must be, then enters Trevor with all the care in the world. Sypha's still as Alucard does so, and she's kind enough to turn Trevor's face so Alucard can watch Trevor's expression change.

(In turn, that means Trevor can watch Alucard's. It's not the same level of bliss that Trevor's is at, but the look of absolute adoration is in his eyes. Smile soft and beaming on his face, like spring sunshine.]

[ Sypha's hand is cupping his cheek, turning his face, and he wants to resist because her face is his whole world right now. But she wouldn't be doing this if it wouldn't make him happy. She wouldn't do anything that didn't make someone happy. And Alucard is looking at him with a gaze that could melt ice.

His own face is stupid and human, eyes closed and cheeks bright and flushed and hair already sticking out everywhere and clinging to his forehead. His mouth hangs open slightly, breathing out wordless noises with every slight movement. He's overwhelmed, completely and utterly, and it's so, so perfect. He wasn't going to need to use his mind or body any time soon anyway, not when he's in the safest place in the world.

Distantly, he's aware that he's not going to last. One hand trails down to where he and Sypha are joined, to at least try to make sure she isn't left out by that even if his movements are all trembling and uncoordinated, and she lets her head fall into his chest at that. Her own arms reach past him, settling in Alucard's hair, a set of short fingernails going in for the back of his neck (because of course they do). ]

[A beautiful, stupid human face that's so far gone that it ought to be obscene. But somehow it isn't. There's a greater intimacy to looking at that face than Alucard thought was ever possible, and yet there they are. All three of them tangled up, brought to a perfect momentary stillness because Trevor's face is at the height of beautiful perfection.

Alucard's hands wrap around Trevor's waist. Moves so that his chest is flush against Trevor's back, meaning that Sypha's hands don't have terribly far to go. There's a terrible groan from Alucard as her nails find that exact spot, and the way he shudders means that Trevor's going to feel every inch of it.

For spite, his other hand goes under Trevor's other side and rests on Sypha's breast. Gropes gently, and as Alucard does so, there's a single thrust. Just to test and see what direction everyone is going to move in. See how long Trevor might last.]

[ It isn't really that long, in the end - he's been half undone since the kiss. It's probably a miracle that he lasted this long. ]

Yours. [ He whispers, in between every other less muted sound, because he can't say two names at once.

For a little while everything is too much. One of Sypha's hands returns to him, stroking his hair softly as he's reduced to a gasping, trembling mess. Even just that is a lot. But he recovers a little of himself after a moment. Starts to see Sypha as herself again rather than as a lot of blobs of too-bright colour in her vague shape. Regains enough control of his body to start moving his hand against Sypha again, and smiles weakly when it earns him a soft gasp. ]

Keep going. Please keep going. [ His voice is quieter than his breath is, at this point, but there's a level of intent to it that doesn't match how quiet and shaking it is. ]

[Alucard's hips don't speed up until he is certain that all three of them are as settled as possible. His own concentration can't slip until that point, and until that happens, he's so brilliantly aware of every little detail. Trevor's breath and the way he trembles. How Sypha's sudden gasp seems to melt them both four times over. How warm, warm, brilliantly warm they all are.

He presses more kisses along Trevor's shoulder once Alucard is certain they're entwined in just the right way. They're less tender than before. Messier and hotter, and at the word please there's increase in speed.

The hand around Trevor's waist tightens. No claws, but there's a new assertiveness that Alucard's kept at bay before.]

As you wish.

[He breathes the words out with a quiet enthusiasm in his voice. Huskier and deeper than it might be otherwise.]

[ By the end of it, he's left incapable of stringing two words together. Barely capable of making those words in the first place. He manages a few more gasped 'yours'es and just about manages to get his head around two syllables for Sypha's name. Three is out of the question, sadly, and he can't quite get further than the first syllable of 'Adrian'.

Even one syllable is quite the achievement for something that is more a mess of sensations than a person, anyway. Sypha pushes him softly onto his back and settles against his chest, magic-cooled hands against his neck and collarbone, easing him into at least enough awareness that his slowly regaining the capacity for thought is a controlled process. He's crashed badly out of post-orgasmic bliss before, and she won't let it happen again. Not tonight.

Words are a little much to manage, so he just leans his head back into the too-soft pillows with a contented sigh, already half asleep as Sypha signals to Alucard that it's safe, he's not going to crash into self loathing or anything and that chest is a good place to be. ]

[When everything is said and done, when they're slowly untangling themselves, that's when it's clear exactly how well and truly beyond Trevor's been rendered by the evening. Words are impossible. It's probably lucky that he remembers how to breathe, he's so very, very beautiful and so very blissed out.

Sypha's the one best qualified to gently bring Trevor back to himself. Alucard can only watch for the first few moments in quiet wonder. He could never do this. Sypha's hands are too deft, too skilled, everything Alucard's aren't when it comes to magic.

At her signal, Alucard shifts and moves so that his head is against Trevor's chest. Still his favorite place to be, but he's careful as he eases against Trevor. Being overwhelmed is one thing. Being oversensitive is another, and that's what he is trying to account for in that moment.

Alucard looks up Trevor and presses a kiss to what he can reach of Trevor's jaw. Words would spoil this, so he stays so very, very quiet.]

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