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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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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?

Just hit one.

[ He smiles apologetically, putting the knitting aside properly so that he doesn't accidentally drop any stitches and settling against Alucard. ]

Tried to wake you before church, but you weren't having any of it. I'd have had to risk waking Sypha up.

[ He Does Not Risk waking Sypha up before he goes to church. Not after parties. ]

[We just Don't Wake Sypha period.

Alucard shifts his head so that he can at least look up at Trevor. It's a different angle than how he usually sees the Belmont, but he likes it. He never gets to look up, see the angle of his chin and how stubble grows out.]

You made the right choice.

[He wants to stay here. Just like this.]

What are you knitting?

[ He holds up the unstuffed, half finished 'skin' of a Potarmilla. ]

Thought that you might need one, once this is all over. [ He says as he puts it down. Once this is all over. Once this is done, and you're still here to ruin my fucking knitting. ]

[A new chewtoy!!!]

Good thought.

[The vampire is still too dazed with sleep to register any protest against the thought of once this is all over and what it really means. All he knows is that there is a Belmont next to him, and that for now, he's safe.]

You owe me a ring.

[ Friend he works full time as an unpaid vampire law enforcer and mooches off you so that might be a little difficult in the short term unless you want something made of yarn. ]

I'll figure something out.

[ He puts the knitting back down, settling back in the bed so he can hold Alucard close. ]

It- didn't have to mean that. If you'd rather it not. I know that this isn't the time.

[The ring isn't the point, not really. That's for...after this anyway.

Alucard shifts in bed, rolling onto his stomach so that he can properly drape himself across the Belmont. It means one arm across Trevor's chest entirely, the other wrapping underneath Trevor's back to hang on. His head moves so it's juuust on Trevor's chest, chin resting there so he can keep looking up.]

Why would I ever rather not?

[He's got enough of himself to crave affection, timing be damned.]

I could give you a list of reasons why you might not want to.

[ He can even do it without touching on the human lifetimes thing. ]

Even if you did, it doesn't have to be mixed up with this shit. I didn't go in meaning to- it just- [ He presses his lips together, trying to figure out how to word this. It started out as something entirely intended for everyone else in the room, and ended as something meant for Alucard alone. ]

-basic nature, I suppose. That hasn't come up in a while.

[ It's kind of wild to admit that it's somehow now his basic nature to go around proposing to the vampire, but here he is. ]

Then there's nothing on that list that trumps basic nature.

[Alucard is still. If Trevor is speaking of surviving this, then he's taking the next step and imagining life beyond moving from crisis to crisis. It's no way to live at all.]

It can be redone. Properly, and far more intimately, with all three of us present. But the answer is always going to be yes, Trevor.

Well shit, I suppose I do owe you a ring.

[ He puts a hand on Alucard's back, rubbing against it softly. ]

You survive, and I promise to do it again properly. Ring and everything. I survive, and you promise to say yes. Is that a deal?

You think my answer would change between now and then?

[He sighs at the hand on his back. The motion of it. He's nearly calm now, he hasn't been calm in weeks.]

Of course. Of course.

[ It's good, to have him back. Their vampire, their Adrian. The softer, adoring parts of him and not the terrified, desperate, wounded thing that this has turned him into. Oh, they still love the desperate and wounded thing. But this, this is the part of him that he wants to be. That he wants them to see him as.

And it's time to make a terrible mistake, because how to achieve wedding seems like a good conversation topic to make the vampire happy and not a minefield. ]

Should I ask you here, with just Sypha to witness?

You should be asking the both of us. [Matched set, Belmont.] You don't have to do it right away.

[Actually plan it. It's not just distracting the vampire. Alucard knows they're all under stress because of this fucking job, and maybe they're better off not thinking about any of this until after Agatha's deadline goes.

He scoots himself up a little bit more on Trevor, just so he can press a kiss to the underside of Trevor's jaw.]

You could kiss me more.

I know, I know. I just didn't fuck up and accidentally ask her already.

[ She might??? Say no??????? And that's difficult to think about??????? ]

But you're right. I could kiss you more.

[ And he doesn't. He lowers his head down, lips close to Alucard's face- and then he blows a few strands of hair out from in front of his eyes. ]

[Trevor. Trevor the vampire will sit down and talk to her about it if you need her to just!! Say so!!!

The vampire actually pouts. Really pouts, because the Belmont is teasing and while yes, the vampire's hair is probably a disaster, that isn't kissing!]

Please stop teasing and kiss me more.

[ He laughs at that, because- well. There's a lot of expressions they've not seen on the vampire's face in too long, and that's one of them. ]

Of course.

[ And he leans forward to do that, catching Alucard's lower lip between his own for just a moment before releasing it. ]

[The part of the vampire that can still only think of work protests at any of this. You have a crisis to avert, and you are indulging like an emperor in his last throes of hedonism. The rest of the vampire tries to fight back with the Belmont said it's okay.

Alucard tries to let both parts of his mind war it out while on mute. He's only realizing now how very, very badly he's wanted to be held lately, never mind kissed.

He chases after that first kiss, trying to follow up after it, all while keeping the sense of desperation out of the gesture. Alucard doesn't know if he manages, but there's lips against lips, and the quiet request for more than just that.]

[ This is how his basic nature has changed, isn't it? Before this, before so recent as Sypha's capture, he would have let Alucard work himself to nothing. Now-

-They have to win this. They have to survive this. But Alucard has to survive this as himself, and that's as desperately important as anything else.

(It would be easy, if Alucard didn't need to survive as himself. He has so many more options open to him, so many more than he did against Sypha's captor, and all he has to do is to let himself be a badly-controlled war dog. These are vampires. Things that he can kill easily. He can kill anyone who whispers anything. He can end all of this, and all that it would take is to let Alucard put down his rabid dog at the end of it.

And there lies the problem.)

He kisses, over and over, and they're short and soft things, quantity over force. ]

Beautiful. So beautiful. [ Not as much so as he ought to be, worn and tired as he is. But still beautiful, even now. ] I love you so much.

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