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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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[Trevor you called him by titles and terms of endearment in front of Every Vampire and now you're acting like it's a terrible obligation to sit next to your boyfriend!?]

One that should help.

[That's the state of the vampire. He's the one thinking of strategy while curled up with them both.]

I pretty much proposed to him. It was very dramatic.

[ He explains for Sypha's benefit, and she immediatly leans over Alucard's lap to get closer to him, demanding more information??? Catching her up involves a lot of chuckling about Alucard's many titles, and he rubs slow circles over the back of Alucard's hand with his thumb as he speaks. ]

Mm. Yes, by the way, if you want to remove that pretty much.

[It's telling how the vampire's quiet retelling seems to register precious little emotional reaction about the actual proposal. (They'll learn soon enough that the vampire's the vampire version of a bridezilla.) Emotions are exhausting. Anything that he has left still has to be for work.

They end up staying for two hours instead of the one. (Carmilla can't see us leave first.) So after she leaves, there's a half an hour window, and then they depart. Alucard spends much of the evening standing in silence, watching the world around him and mentally cataloging every single vampire's allegiance, strength, weakness, and known territory. He knows who'll abandon them that haven't already. Where they live. Which of them have already flaunted the city's laws, and he'll beg Agatha to target them first so that maybe the blood bath can be minimal.

(He understands her perspective. Alucard truly does. More than ever he resents the position his father's forced him into and how it has lead them here.)

When they go home, Alucard still drives, but pulls over halfway home. He can't concentrate, Trevor needs to drive instead. The vampire climbs into the backseat and he stays there the rest of the way, forehead pressed against the glass of the window.]

[ Nobody ever lets him drive. Alucard's protective of his car and the demon car just barely tolerates him as a passenger. So when Alucard pulls over it's- alarming. Sypha gets dismissed to the back seat to sit with him, and once he's satisfied that everyone is wearing seatbelts he sets off. He drives more cautiously than either of the others, though on roads that are better maintained than those in rural Romania and wider than those of Paris and this abandoned from the late hour, there's not much need for it.

When they arrive at home, he opens the door of the car, reaching in to stroke a hand through Alucard's hair. Sypha hasn't got out of her side yet, instead continuing to hold on to their vampire. ]

Tired?

Very.

[He can't find it in himself to hide the exhaustion anymore. The vampire barely lifts his head to look at Trevor. His eyes take care of it, and there's nothing in there aside from tiredness.]

Thank you for driving.

's a treat. I don't get to often.

[ He leans in, undoing the seatbelt and letting Sypha push Alucard into his arms, lifting him out of the car. ]

Straight to bed? [ He asks, because right now that sounds like a great idea. ] You won't get much work done right now, with everyone you could work with still at the festivities.

You could just ask me.

[Trevor is actually trusted at driving, unlike a fire and speed demon that's shoving him towards their boyfriend. Alucard lets himself be helped out of the car, and he sidesteps so Sypha can get out as well.]

Bed. [He wants to laugh at the other comment, but it comes out more like a grimaced noise.] Mm. Probably should have stayed later, shouldn't I?

You were seen. That's all you needed to do.

[ He pulls Alucard into his arms, lifting him while Sypha fusses over him. ]

To bed, then, Dusk-And-Dawn, Beloved of Misplaced Speakers and Belmonts.

You two need to be careful. Anything you assign will end up being yours as well one day.

[It's a nice lie, pretending there's a future for the three of them. One where marriage is possible, owing to too many complex maters that Alucard doesn't want to think about naming.

Trevor's arms are warm. Big. Safe. A harbor to dock in just for now, because tomorrow requires more work. They should go inside. Move beyond the damned garage. The vampire tries to move in that direction, but that just means pressing closer into Trevor.]

Bold of you to assume that we won't start just giving you titles that we want.

[ Pressing in closer is just fine. Just fine. He carries Alucard into the house, not speaking until they're past the office. When they are, he leans to kiss his forehead. ]

You going to be this shape tonight? Or dog-shaped?

Too powerful a thing for you both.

[It sounds like some kind of an attempt at a joke. Something something speakers and their words. The joke doesn't form. Alucard just closes his eyes and lets himself be carried about, the sense of exhaustion starting to mix with a darker feeling of being at the point of useless that he can't even walk.

Trevor's question is met with a very soft reply.]

I think I'd get stuck if I tried to shift.

That'd be convenient.

[ No, that wasn't him messing up at saying inconvenient. Sypha pulls the thick cover that they've been using to protect the bed from dog hair away and Trevor sets Alucard down. Sypha sets about the work of undoing his tie while he deals with his own clothes. ]

I don't think we were planning on letting you get anything done tomorrow, so it doesn't matter that much if you're stuck or not.

[Alucard's tired, but not tired enough to not realize he's entered bizarro world. Trevor Workhorse Belmont is talking about not spending a waking hour to prevent the outbreak of actual disaster for the entire city. It's enough to actually get the vampire to reach up, stilling Sypha's hands for just a moment.]

What plan?

[Is he alarmed? Slightly.]

She was just going to look sad at you until you gave up. It wasn't much of a plan.

[ It's a bad sign and a good sign. The good sign is that this is an indication that Sypha's presence allows him to think more clearly. The bad sign is that this is- about how out of hand things have become. He's having to plan for efficiency rather than maximum distraction from emotions. And efficiency means recuperation. It means healing. ]

Neither of us have been able to read your fucking handwriting in two days.

[ It means that they gain more time than they lose from a day of rest from not having to have Alucard dictate all of his notes to them because apparently doctor handwriting is genetic but only when one is sleepy. ]

[Alucard opens his mouth to protest that his handwriting isn't that bad, but...he pauses, then shakes his head. It has been that bad. He simply hasn't noticed it because of everything else.]

I can't even find the words to respond to that.

[He can manage a tired noise that might be a laugh otherwise. Sypha's hands are freed, and the tie is gone moments later.]

Sorry.

[ He shrugs off his jacket, leans his sword against a chair, and perches on the bed next to the two of them, fumbling with the buttons of the red vest underneath it. ]

It’s her idea, I’m just the one scrambling to justify it. Just- give yourself a few hours, at least. See if it helps.

[ And he sighs, lifting Alucard’s hand to kiss the inside of his wrist. ]

I meant every word. You know that, yes?

[Under far more normal circumstances, Alucard would be reaching over to try and at least help Trevor with the buttons. That's not happening, not with Sypha doing the same thing to Alucard right now, and not with the vampire's current hand-eye coordination.

(Did he even go into that party armed? Alucard genuinely can't recall.)]

I suspect objections would be overruled anyway.

[A statement met with a very prompt mmhmmm from Sypha as the last button on Alucard's vest is undone and now it's just his dress shirt that's a problem. It's strange not doing anything, watching the world shift and move around him instead. Alucard's not sure how he feels about it, but with Trevor's kiss, that he knows where he stands.]

You wouldn't have said it if you didn't. I know. I've known for a long time now.

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So you know that I won't let anything happen to either of you. I wouldn't be going along with this if a day's rest would hurt our chances.

[ He didn't go the the party armed. It made a stronger statement, that way. Said that he didn't need to. Sypha's making quicker work of Alucard's suit than Trevor is of his own - this is the second time he's worn it, and the first time was just to check the fit. He doesn't know how to get himself out of anything fancier than his church clothes in a timely manner.

He smiles down at Alucard, and in the same tone he's used for every other title- ]

Ours.

[Alucard's shirt is gone now too, but that seems to be where Sypha's stopping for the moment. The shirt's gone, that's more than enough.

Alucard manages to move his free arm, and it rests on top of Sypha's hand. The other is still close to Trevor's mouth.

Ours but for how munch longer until this thing claims one or all of them? Alucard can only just slump, trying to find a way where he's resting against the two of them.]

Don't let me sleep for too long then.

[He is going to take the biggest depression nap when this is over.]

I’ll wake you up before I leave for church.

[ Which is probably less not too long than he meant, since he leaves for church in maybe four hours. And- maybe he shouldn’t go this week. Alucard looks like shit, and the grandmothers would understand his absence under the circumstances, and there’s no way that Theodora won’t have told Florence about the night’s events immediately and-

He kisses Alucard’s wrist once more before withdrawing to continue changing. He’s never bothered to rebutton the pajama shirt in the last few weeks, and so it’s easy enough for him to put it on once the vest and shirt are gone. It isn’t too long before both he and Sypha, who’s withdrawn to attend to her own nightdress, are about ready to sleep. ]

Shift over. [ Get in the middle, vampire. ]

[Alucard tries to open his mouth, to ask if it's actually safe for him to be going right now, but there's just a muffled series of sounds and he's going to give up on words for the next few minutes. There's enough of him to register that Sypha's brought his own PJs over (haven't worn those in a while), and the vampire only bothers with the trousers.

It's a good call, in the end, if he's in the middle. The shirt would make everything too hot.

Upon deeper reflection, the vampire might well register that right now, it feels nice, having someone else tell him what to do and where to move. For now, he just does as he's asked, rolling over himself once or twice until he's settled in the middle properly.]

[ Sypha catches him when he moves close, pulling herself up against his back, and Trevor moves into the vacated space. One hand in Sypha's hair, arm over the both of them, the other trapped between Alucard's cheek and the pillow. ]

Safe here. All of us.

[ Sypha buries her face in his hair the same way she's done with the wolf's fur for the last few nights, and Trevor kisses his forehead. ]

Rest.

[The vampire tries to press himself closer to the both of them as the spaces between them close. It translates as to inching closer to Trevor, dragging Sypha along with him until there's zero space at all.

Safe for a night, maybe. It has to be just for a night. The next night will be spent awake for far too long, managing whatever horrible fallout has decided to follow in the wake of this evening.

But rest he can do. His eyes flutter closed at that kiss, and to the surprise of absolutely no one at all, the vampire falls asleep only five minutes later, arms trying to find a way to cling to both Belmont and Speaker and failing hilariously at it.

Rest means that the vampire does not stir until 1 in the afternoon. He's not sure what's wrapped around him, be it Trevor or Sypha or just a load of blankets meant to mimic their weight. All he knows is that he doesn't want to open his eyes yet. Or speak beyond the mmmmph and groan that escape him upon waking.]

[ It's 1pm on a Sunday, and that means it's Sypha's Radio Time. Which means Trevor's low grumbling about Alucard's handwriting over the last few days is unacceptable. He's been banished.

So while the blankets coiled around Alucard are just blankets, the weight next to him is a human. He had been meaning to continue reading Alucard's notes but it ended up being a little more overlap between work and home than he's able to manage. So those have been left on a chair and instead there's the soft clicking of the knitting needles.

Another Carmillatato. He gets the feeling they'll need it before long.

When Alucard makes noise, he sets the knitting down and strokes a hand over his hair (not through it, it's very braided right now. Sypha's been busy). ]

Welcome back to us, truest beloved of the sun.

Too early. Don't start.

[Not now with bullshit titles. There's a deep and low grumble as Alucard lifts his head up. It's been mushed into Trevor's side/hip, and when he looks up it's clear that he could benefit from a few more days of sleeping like this. The bags under his eyes make him look like a raccoon.

Alucard doesn't even try to sit up. He just shifts so that he has an arm slung all around Trevor's waist.]

Time?

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