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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All right.

[He says it softly, and for a moment, Alucard's eyes go up. There's a consideration of clearance, and it's just a blanket that's over them both. His head has an inch or two before it would be a problem, and Sypha's tiny. He knows he'll turn her around in another moment or two, make it so she can just wrap around him entirely, let him see her entirely illuminated by the glow of the hearth.

It's a hell of a thought, one that finally causes Alucard to shudder for the sheer delight of it.

She's not turned around yet though, not by a long shot. Instead the hand that has occupied the liminal space between hip and thigh moves in, brushing against the close outerfold. Alucard would be a liar if he said he wasn't curious how Sypha's current state translated below her waist.]

[The rasp of her breath is something beautiful in its own right; the soft keening noise that escapes her lips when his fingers move is yet another. She squirms for him, robbed of words and the capacity to say them, and thus left to express herself by the language of her body alone.

It's a funny reversal, almost. She's compared him to a foreign language before, the need to read his nuance to pick up all the things he can't find words to say. Now here they are, and he's the one still possessed of his words, and she's the one left acting in the bare hopes that she'll still somehow be understood.

But it's all there, for a scholar who knows her well enough to interpret the signs like constellations in the night sky. The flush of her cheeks, the tremor in her arms. The shiver down her skin. The slick heat near his fingertips.

For the second time tonight, she fits her arms along the tops of his, her breath so ragged it's audible as she squeezes the arm that's holding her in place, grateful for the anchor it provides.]

[Perhaps it was ridiculous to entertain even the thought of waiting. With even just the most careful, cursory brush of his fingertips over Sypha, it's clear she is too far gone. All of that just from a little time spent showering her neck with the affection Alucard usually presses elsewhere. He dreads to think what adding Sypha's other suggestions (chocolate, champagne, any of it) might do.

Those are thoughts to dwell on later. Alucard's focus remains on the present, in feeling far too warm arms resting over top of his, in noting that Sypha's breath is already quick. He'd be a liar if he said he didn't want to indulge himself in this too, but to remove even just one of his hands seems cruel.

So Alucard waits a little while more. The hand at her middle and creeping up to Sypha's breast remains as it is, keeping Sypha anchored as much as it's possible to anchor her at this point. Tether is perhaps the better word, keeping her grounded just enough so she isn't flying away entirely.

This all began because of attention to her neck, so that is where Alucard's mouth returns to. What was before more controlled and precise is replaced with something a little wilder. Wanting, wanting to cover every inch of that skin with his affection all at once, and knowing it's impossible. It's as wanting as the hand stroking at her folds, although that one seems to have slightly more control in it.

At some point, it's too much. At some point he has to withdraw his hands, remove trousers, take care of at least that much. Then in a movement that's too fast and reveals that the vampire is getting overwhelmed too, Sypha is turned around so she can face him. He's been looking at her from the same few angles for far too long now.

She looks perfect like this. Not just for being so beautifully undone, but for the way the fire makes it look like there's halo behind her. The kind in medieval paintings, the kind in iconography. It suits her, glowing like this.

The fort, unsurprisingly, does not survive. Feet knock over the support cushions causing them to fall, a blanket ends up on top of the both of them just as Alucard finishes, and yet all of it seems perfectly timed because it means there's nothing but softness around them both to rest on when they're finished and oversensitive and still wrapped up in each other's arms. Alucard drags the blanket over so it can keep away oncoming chills. (They're both so, so warm.)

Words aren't happening. What does happen is a long and happy sigh, and okay, it sounds like her name.]

[For that brief and fleeting window of time, it's as though they're back in the townhouse all over again, back when all of this first started, before the regency had even found its wings and long before anyone knew her as Alucard's witch, much less as his Speaker and sword. It's the way that it was almost before the train heading westward, even — when time was so precious and they stole every minute of it that they could, wrapped up in each other and left breathless from the passion they'd shared.

In the end, she winds up draped over him like the blanket he tucks around them both, still with a light sheen of sweat clinging to her skin, her nightgown rumpled and sticky but still technically on in a way that leaves her feeling disheveled and ravished and oddly beautiful. She turns her cheek to keep his loose hair from sticking to it, avoiding a mouthful of golden strands as the heady warmth of afterglow starts to settle into her limbs.]

So.

[She yawns deeply, a jaw-cracking thing before settling in again and rubbing her cheek against his chest where she's decided to rest it.]

That was fun.

Should we attempt to rebuild the fort?

[Alucard is unsure of how much time has elapses between when this began and the point they are now. It doesn't escape him that his trousers are still mostly on and that his sweater is...he's lost it, that much is clear now, but the cold isn't a problem. These moments are one of the few times that he runs hot, and there's a fire, and Sypha is a blanket all on her own. A warm weight with a different texture than normal, insofar as the fabric of her nightgown mixed with sweat is a texture.

He's careful to move a few strands of her hair out from underneath the place she's settled. Things are sweaty enough without help, and the hair should't be there anyway. It should join the rest of copper red illuminated by fire.]

You are also going to need to learn to last if you want me to do that again.

You have no right to criticize.

[She sounds as though she is exactly 0% offended by the implication of criticism when she points this out, however, given the way that she all but purrs at the touch of his fingers working her hair out of the way, and half of her sentences are soft at the edges from mumbling.]

If you would do it more often, perhaps I would be better at holding out.

Mmmm.

[It's a noise with a lower register than normal, coming from deeper in Alucard's chest. Sypha's so very warm. The world is so very warm. He feels nearly overwhelmed for it. Adrift. Tethered only by this conversation and the occasional crackle or pop of the fireplace.]

That sounds like a demand to practice.

Perhaps it is.

[She tilts her head just slightly, letting her lips brush against his skin as she starts to mouth kisses against his collarbone.]

I also think I should wear this nightgown more often. You seem to like it so much.

[Alucard is still so very sensitive after all of that, and so Sypha's kisses come with an intensity that he didn't expect at all. Logically, the vampire knows that she's barely putting any pressure there. The rest of the vampire, however, curls in delight.]

It's flattering. And catches the light in all of the right ways. It feels....right, on you.

Feels right on me...hmm.

[She pauses mid-kiss, lips resting against his skin, the tip of her tongue still just barely making and holding contact as she seems to consider that notion a moment.

And then she considers it another moment more.]

Is it because it makes me look like something out of one of those awful romance novels?

I was thinking of films, actually.

[So maybe the vampire shifts just a bit to force that mid-kiss to be not so mid anymore. That terrible tease of tongue is too cruel, and if they're to talk, then he can't have her doing this.]

The way it catches light would work wonders in black and white.

An awful romance film, then.

[She doesn't mean it, of course, but it's worth a little laugh, made better still by the press of her mouth against his skin, so that he can feel it rumble up from her throat.]

Are you going to star with me in it?

I might need to cut my hair if such a thing is to be put to film.

[There aren't many men with hair his length these days.

Sypha's laugh feels wonderful against his skin, the vibration of it doubly so. Looking at her from this angle, it's always been wonderful. She's smaller than them both and fits so nicely against them, but as far as any legal documents go, they are hers rather than any other configuration.

It's a configuration that's saved them. It's a configuration they've been rehashing again and again in the cabin, Sypha waking up with both of them in her arms for once.]

We couldn't include this scene, at any rate.

No, that would be scandalous, I think.

[It gets another laugh out of her, though, as she finally pauses in pressing kisses to his skin for a minute and lifts her head up to regard him properly.]

Besides. This is just for us. The three of us, not anyone else.

[Beneath the blanket, she fits a hand against his chest and runs it down the length of his torso, skimming lightly over the muscle at his abdomen.]

We get to be the three of us.

[No regency to contend with. No fae to fight off anymore. Just the three of them, curled up in a corner of the world and permitted to finally experience life without any additional obligations and demands. That this is the first time such a thing has happened is wrong.

But they've already made the best of it and have reveled in gentle and warm solitude for it. They'll keep at it for a while yet, and then where to truly settle shall be discussed. Alucard still thinks Los Angeles is safest, but they can debate. Figure it out. There is time now. (It has always been about time.)

There's such a small shudder at Syphas hands, but any noise that Alucard makes is muffled. He leans forward so he can kiss Sypha. It feels right for the moment.]

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