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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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Oooh!

[She yelps a little as he grabs her, though it's not as though she wasn't on some level gunning for precisely that when she'd let herself get within range, so it's less actually startled and more just playful. Doubly so is the way she squirms once he's got her caught, pleased and content but still wanting to make him work just a little bit for his prize.]

And you think you can hold on to me now, even so?

That question from a woman who spent an entire week throwing hot coal at me just in case, and I quote, "we have to pull a Tam Lin real fast?"

[His grips around her tightens, and it comes with a warm, rich laugh.]

I think I can manage.

Oh, shush.

[But when she's caught, she's caught, and so it's only a little bit more squirming that follows before she eventually relaxes comfortably into his arms.]

Mmmm. This is nice.

You'd enjoy it too much if I insisted you make me.

[As fun as the squirming is, it's bound to lead to other avenues. With a comfy Sypha, all Alucard is willing to do is scoot them both just a little bit more, so that his back can brace against the sofa that supports the rest of the fort.

It's cozy, this. A roof (mostly of blankets) overhead and the flickering firelight pouring in. Sypha's natural warmth and both of Alucard's arms around her waist, hanging there tightly.]

I think I understand the appeal.

Mmmm.

[She settles against him easily, drowsy-content herself just from the quiet, pleasant atmosphere and the warmth of the fire nearby, and for a little while she lets them simply enjoy each other's company in relative silence, letting her thoughts drift here and there with aimless abandon.

It's a little while before she decides to speak again, and when she does it's rambling and not at all deliberate, a little loosening of the filter between her mouth and her mind as they relax together.]

You know.

[Another pause, pleasantly drowsy this time.]

You bit Trevor, that once.

[Alucard doesn't really linger with where their Belmont has gotten to. He's around, probably making some other structure he thinks is going to be hilarious when Alucard is annoyed at it, and Alucard would be a liar if he said he wasn't looking forward to it.

His arms remain low around her waist, eyes half closed for the warmth and comfort of the moment. It's nice like this. It's been nice like this since the moment they got to the cabin. There's still a week and a half here, here before Christmas season begins at the church and Trevor is needed.

He doesn't move when Sypha speaks, but the content expression on Alucard's face lessens.]

Once. Because I was about to starve and mauling him for blood two days later would have been a terrible thing to have happen after all your work.

I know you just started frowning, you know.

[She tips her head, nuzzling against him in a pacifying, settling sort of way.]

Shhh. I just want to talk. Like this, when things are quiet, and everything is safe. We can just talk, can't we?

You also probably knew I would.

[He's already fussy. But that gentle nuzzle does wonders to quell that fussing, at least for a few moments. Alucard sighs, and presses an apologetic kiss to the top of Sypha's head.]

Apologies. It was a kneejerk reaction.

That's why I want to talk.

[She closes her eyes, leaning more heavily against him.]

I want to tease you about it. But I won't, because I don't want you to think that I am not serious about something you are serious about. But I would like to tease you, because perhaps it does not have to be so serious. What do you think?

First I want to know why you think I take it so seriously.

[He's quiet as he makes the request, but the point of it is clear: he wants to make sure his objections are understood first. Only then can anything be rearranged. Made slightly less serious.]

Because you don't like that side of you. Because it reminds you of your father. Because it is not something that is pretty, or that ought to be romanticized, or made light of. Because it is, perhaps, the most weighty sign of the predator you are, and you know you should not be a predator around or toward the people you love.

[She pauses, then tips her head all the way back to look at him, which is patently cute but also probably leaves her looking directly up his nose.]

Am I close?

[There's a little ehhhh sound that means that some of it is correct, but the rest of it isn't as weighty as one might think.]

The part about my father is less pertinent than you'd think, for once. [More like the only time.] But not romanticizing what I need to stay alive, and ensuring that none of it becomes predatory to the both of you is all it truly boils down to. Neither of you are dinner, except if we're making innuendos and are about to move to bed.

[Or the sofa. Or wherever.]

Mmhmmm.

[She nuzzles against him again, soft kisses near his jawline.]

Would you feel the same way, if we were talking about chocolate?

[Alucard knows, logically, that those kisses are just to placate him while they talk. He shouldn't give in, he should keep on topic, but the warmth with them, the glow it kindles in him, it really is impossible to stand his ground against them.]

An inanimate object that doesn't need blood to live?

Licking it off of me.

[She clarifies sweetly, in-between her little kisses.]

Would you object to chocolate. I am not making an equivalence, just wondering if I can perhaps get what I want in a different fashion than the objectionable one.

Hmmmm.

[There's a lower rumble in that noise than usual. One of Alucard's arms moves downward without his say so, hand coming to rest atop one of Sypha's thighs.]

That sounds promising. No microwave at the moment to make melting easier, but we can always use a double boiler...

Pay attention.

[She smacks lightly at his hand, more playfully than anything else, because it's not like she's not still actively trying to distract him even as she demands his focus.]

I want the things that the romanticized version implies. The closeness to you, the trust. The danger of giving myself to you so intimately. I want you to be comfortable with my faith in you. To have the same faith in yourself that I have in you.

[Her fingers come to rest over his, now, atop her thigh, curling around them to hold his hand.]

I want you to trust yourself with me, the way that I trust you with me. Do you understand what I'm asking?

I'm paying attention!

[He's not pouting, but the response is more childish than the vampire would ever normally dare. Moreover, he is listening. The half-closed eyes from earlier are gone, his bright gaze focused entirely on her. The hand around his, it isn't moving quite yet.]

I do. [He's never understood the attraction of the romanticized version, not really. Even now while there's a logic to it, Alucard is too wrapped up in the emotions of what it means to him personally.

But what he wants is no matter in the face of the other two. Sypha's offered compromise besides, and this is a very good compromise indeed. There's another kiss, this time to her temple.]

What else can I do but give you all you ask of me?

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You might get a stomachache from all that chocolate.

[But she's smiling, pleased and a little triumphant.]

But of course there's more than just that we could try.

I think I can manage. [That smile is given a kiss. Just at the nearest corner of it. Just for a moment.] You may as well share your alternatives while we're on the topic.

[He has no idea if this has been discussed with Trevor either. For all the vampire knows, he's going to get up in the middle of things getting far too heavy to melt chocolate, and then there will be a complicated explanation and....

...well, they've probably talked about it.]

Oh, you know. Whipping cream, or grenadine. Syrup, but that would be sticky.

[For a second or two, she watches him quietly, gauging his mood and the warmth of his smile before letting her head tip to one side, silently offering the column of her neck to him while her hand over his recedes slightly, no longer out to inhibit him from touching her.]

Ice cream, but that would be so cold. Champagne. Wine, perhaps.

Ice cream would be terrible for this environment and even worse back home. Something thicker would-- [Oh. Oh no he refuses to start a sentence like that.] Things that don't run as much would probably be better, at least to begin with.

[That champagne thought is absolutely on the table for later.

He very much can take a hint though, keenly aware that the angle Sypha has placed herself at is not an invitation but an expressed request. The hand that is on her thigh squeezes as he presses a soft kiss to where neck and shoulder meet, then lingers on that same spot with tongue.]

And now I've got you thinking about it.

[There's absolute contentment in her tone as she chuckles under her breath, relaxing and going a little more boneless in his arms as he starts to warm up to her again. Notions of sharp teeth are ultimately negligible, she muses idly, when what really matters are the moments like this, showing her precisely the attention she's craving.]

Given you ideas. You always go over the top when you're caught by an idea. S'nice.

[There's an annoyed rumble that ends up being pressed to Sypha's neck, because it is UNFAIR to call him out while he's doing this precious. It's equally rude for him to lift his head up and interrupt Sypha's descent into absolute contentment.]

You can make fun of me or I can keep at this. It is terribly rude to ask me to do one while you do the other.

[They use the word rude too much. It is a terrible catchall, and Alucard's content to be rude back to Sypha. He presses his tongue to where it was before, and then with pressure that's just enough to make it known he is there, moves it all the way up to Sypha's jaw in one smooth, steady stroke.]

W-Who said I was making — ngh —

[There was an ending to that sentence, probably, but it dissolves into a noise halfway between a moan and a purr when he starts to tease her; her eyes are half-lidded, lashes heavy, and her gaze wanders idly to the fireglow more because the flickering of the flames is easy to watch and get distracted by, easy to unfocus on yet still enjoy while Alucard works her over.]

Be nice...

[She lets her head fall a little further to the side, opening up even easier access to the curve of her cheek and jaw.]

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