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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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Oop!

[Trevor is the only one who squeals when they fall, but Sypha definitely doesn't stay silent as they tumble and flop onto — oh, Alucard's home, that's awfully nice, it's always better when he's nearby.

...And then Trevor opens his mouth.]

...Hello.

[She's lucky she's cute or otherwise this would be an even bigger disaster than it already is.]

I'm hunting Trevor.

[This explains everything.]

You're hunting....

[This explains nothing. Luckily as Alucard tries to get Trevor up onto his feet, there is a very distinct wine smell that hits his nose.]

Is that why he's talking like that?

[She is very cute. She also appears to be Powered by Alcohol in this moment.]

Trevor, tell me, what is she doing really?

Woe is me, for the terrible vampire-sorceress Sypha has placed me under a most dreadful spell!

[ That's how the explanation comes out. He tried. He lets himself be returned to his feet, but doesn't make any efforts to free himself from his spot pinned between vampire and second, smaller vampire. ]

Ummmmmmmmmm.

[Welp. Busted. Hopefully Alucard is in a good mood and will wind up thinking this is charming and hilarious, somehow, and not fall into an abrupt existential depression about the ramifications of his nature and what it means for his continued existence and related matters of the heart.

It's always a toss-up, really.]

...Wait, no I didn't. Did I?

[Did she? That seems wrong. Unless she wasn't paying attention, which is...possible, but.

Uh-oh.]

...Oh. I, um. Might have told him to talk like that. Maybe.

[There is a low and despairing noise from Alucard, and he just stares at them both, shaking his head. He leaves them for just a few hours, and they're drinking communion wine, Sypha's cursed Trevor to speak like a bad horror vixen, and she's still wearing his coat.

He is happier in ignorance here.]

Please unbind him now before you forget. I'm just going to head to the kitchen and start dinner, unless you two have objections.

How terrible a fate! So foolishly, I failed to tell you because this was funny! And now, horror of horrors, it has lost its novelty!

[ But also, he does have objections. Because really, how dare he walk in on this and not join in? He turns his head, trying to push Alucard's collar aside with his face. ]

Alas, you cannot! For I have succumbed to the dark influence of the terrible sorceress!

[ By which he means: Time to bite the vampire. ]

Trevor, only talk like that when you choose to.

[Now if he keeps doing it, it's entirely his own fault, and not hers. But far be it from her to tell him to stop outright.]

...And he does make a good point, I think. It would not be very fair for us to have ours, and you to not get yours.

[To which she is going to pull the lowest of all dirty moves and step away from Trevor just enough to wrap herself around Alucard's arm and seek to keep him in place, too cute and warm and charming to escape from while Trevor does the honors.]

[Ambushed! At his own front door! Before he can even close it!!! And Sypha's playing dirty.

The vampire can't actually manage to do everything he wants to in this moment, which is to close the door, turn Trevor around so he prevails upon Sypha instead, and then escape to the kitchen because he really, really needs a drink right now. He has at least ensured Trevor is bound to Bad Heroine Speech, so that's...an accomplishment.

His only free hand does manage to close the door though. That's enough time to escape from the rest of this nonsense.]

I'm telling your priest what you got up to with all this wine.

How awful, turned against my true love by Sypha's bad magic shit.

[ ...yeah, there's a difference when he's doing it deliberately. With Sypha no longer holding him in place with his back to Alucard's chest and Alucard trapped by a very cute jailer, he can just turn around to get a better angle, kissing at the side of Alucard's neck before biting down there. It should really be at the collarbone to match the two of them, but Alucard has a bad habit of actually buttoning his shirts properly, so it isn't really convenient. ]

Hush and let him bite you.

[That's directed at Alucard, thankfully, so hopefully there will be no further order-bullshit misunderstandings. Once Alucard's sufficiently engaged in being bitten, however, she switches from holding his arm with both of hers to having just one wrapped around it, and moves the other to the middle of Trevor's back to rub approvingly between his shoulder blades.]

...Wait, he's the true love? Why am I the villain in this?!

I'm going to guess that it's because you made him get stuck talking like he's in one of your romance no-- mmmm.

[Alucard cannot actually tell if in all of this tipsy madness they've forgotten that neck things are only for making the vampire totally weak at the knees or not, but either way it means any serious protest he might be attempting to mount is cut off by a far more delighted noise.

He should try to carefully remove the Belmont. He is not trying to remove the Belmont. But he is going to try and rescue himself.]

Is this what you two do when I'm out?

[ He hasn't forgotten. This is very deliberate. ]

It's the cape, actually. You're the only one with a cape.

[ BELMONT WISDOM FOR FINDING VAMPIRES RIGHT THERE. Always look for the cape. He's talking against Alucard's neck (very deliberate), lips and stubbled cheek moving against it as he speaks. ]

I wanted to get drunk and complain. She's the one who wanted to get drunk and play vampires. [ And with a grin. ] What a cruel fate, dear unsuspecting victim, for you to be captured like this by the two of us!

[ HE APPARENTLY CHANGED CHARACTER???? ]

Edited 2019-02-18 00:03 (UTC)

You brought up vampires first when you said you would tell me if I bite better than one.

[HMPH. It's always fun to watch Alucard slowly come undone at the seams, however, so she's not going to complain that much.

...

Especially not when IN AN UNPRECEDENTED TWIST SHE APPARENTLY HAS AN ACCOMPLICE?

Well, then. She can think of at least one good way to help contribute to this. If Trevor has the physical angle covered, she'll gladly take the mind game — and does, rising up onto her tiptoes so that she can get her lips right up against Alucard's ear.]

Shhh. Just close your eyes. He's good at that, isn't he? How you can tell it's him even without looking, from the rub of his scruff on your skin. We're going to take such good care of you, you know. Just relax, my love, and let us.

Capes are not indicative of anything, that's just nonsense. [Because while lips and stubble can make the vampire weak, fighting Belmont Bullshit? That he always will stand and counter in spite of attempts to compromise him. There's a huff, and the only free arm that Alucard has gestures wildly.]

Why were you two having that discussion in the first place?

[He's going to have an actual fit when he learns it's because he won't bite either one of them.

Which is a very different fit than the one Alucard's having now. It falls under the vampire's personal organizational system of I have stuff to do but also this is amazing and Very Distracting. Sypha's the one making it hardest to extricate himself though, because he is still trapped against his own front door.

His eyes are still open, but his next breath is shakier. Sypha fights so goddamn dirty.]

Unfair, the both of you.

Because she was about to bite me, obviously.

[ OBVIOUSLY????

And, unceremoniously, he crouches to sling Alucard over his shoulder. Which isn't the most aesthetically appropriate way to be carrying him around, but is the way that requires the least cooperation on Alucard's part. ]

Terribly unfair. Now, my dark mistress, where should I take our prisoner?

[ For being so bad at maintaining a character, he's having far, far too much fun with this. ]

He bit me first!

[Like children tattling to their parent. However, then Trevor goes and hoists their vampire like a sack of potatoes and wouldn't you know it, Sypha has to go and Take A Minute again because okay, it wasn't just a fluke or a coincidence, it's a pattern and apparently it's not limited to just her being the one picked up and moved around by Trevor's scarred lumberjack arms.

Hhhhhngh.]

Um. I want to ravish him on a rug by the fireplace, so I think you should take him there if you want.

[...She's learned her lesson about orders, for the time being.]

I don't care who bit who first! That's besides the point!

[Trevor picks up everyone and moves them around it's what he does. Alucard has enough of himself back now that is neck is not under attack thank you very much that he can mount a proper protest, gesticulating while he's being hauled off.]

Let's put aside the romance cliches for a moment and at least consider the fact that it is far, far too hot to actually light a fire.

[Bitch, it's early spring. Not even close to it being really hot.]

You two are feeding off of each other far too much.

We're not! [ He huffs, mock-offended. ] We're following the feeding laws perfectly, thank-you-very-much.

[ No he's right, it is far, far, far too hot. But not-orders are not-orders, so they finally leave the front door behind as he carries Alucard back to the fireplace. ]

By your orders.

[ He hooks an arm under Alucard's legs, shrugging the rest of him forward to take his weight with the other arm, and then lowers him down onto the rug. ]

Ravish away.

Hmmm.

[She follows along with them, a little behind so that she can keep Alucard in sight (and stay in sight of him), and there's something really rather compelling about the way that Trevor sets him down so easily, nestling him into the rug like the prince he is.

She thinks a minute. If Alucard really wanted to run, this would be the moment when he'd do it — this transitional moment when he's not precisely caught by either of them, but simply waiting for what comes next. But then, if he's really wanted to get away he could've simply turned into a wolf while still on Trevor's shoulder and crushed him to death, and he didn't do that, either.

So, then. They have their pretty sacrifice and a willing servant. The only thing missing from this little display is the vampire queen.

So she squares her shoulders and walks over, lightly lifting one stockinged foot and resting it in the lower middle of Alucard's torso — careful to avoid where she knows his scar sits, resting down near the tapered end of it instead — to faux-pin him while she reaches up for Trevor's chin and drags him down for a hard kiss as a reward.]

Mmm. Very good.

I am amending the laws to account for two tipsy emotional vampires who are up to no good at all and keep feeding from each other's energies and ideas.

[Alucard's pretty good at protesting too much. He's good at a lot of things like being at a weird angle over Trevor's shoulder so he can look at Sypha and complain about how ridiculous this entire situation is, for example. He's also very good at reading a room, and right now the room is saying that the other two are having way too much fun, and he'd be the worst buzzkill for a week, at least.

Also, he actually wants to see how long Trevor can keep any of this up for, because if there's one thing the Belmont is known for, it's keeping up a facade like this demands of him.

So while Alucard himself may not be acting as anything but himself, a very put upon version, he can't actually deny that the angle that he's now at (foot on his chest, Sypha putting her mouth over Trevor's and making him watch) is anything but excellent.]

Also you'd do better to use that as a cape if you didn't have it on inside out.

[ He would laugh, but Sypha pulls him down into a deep kiss and- that's a lot. Her pinning Alucard down with a foot is a lot. He breaks away from the kiss, swallowing down gulps of air and having to try very hard to remain in character. ]

The prisoner is questioning your dark ways, mistress.

[ Wow rude, Alucard. The lining cloth is shinier than the outside is! She has to have a shiny cape! ]

How would you have me silence him?

Hmmm.

[That's a good look for Trevor, she decides. A good one for Alucard, too, and — hmm. Maybe there's something to this little vampire queen act, after all.

When she moves, it's languidly, as though she has all the time in the world; she releases Trevor's chin first before easing her foot off of Alucard, and when she backs up it's only far enough to take hold of one of the armchairs and turn it so that it presents a front-row seat to anything that goes on in front of the fireplace.

Every good queen needs her throne, after all, and she retrieves her mug of wine before settling down into the armchair, openly lounging with the drink in one hand while she motions at Trevor with the other.]

See if you can't warm him up to the idea of being ours, my dark minion.

[That one is carefully worded, deliberately avoiding anything resembling an imperative. The one that follows, on the other hand, is intentionally just the opposite.]

Make him whine for me, Trevor.

[ Oh. Oh. That was definitely an order, wasn't it? He doesn't mind (at all, one bit) but he suddenly has a lot more feelings about that to figure out than just not minding.

But later. He can figure that out later. For now he watches Sypha sit down in the armchair with her kitty-mug of wine, staring as if it looks significantly more impressive and dignified than it actually does.

Well. ]

You heard her, our dear little [ Taller than he is. ] captive [ Lying on the floor in his own home. ] princeling [ ...it's not often he says that one without malice, but it seems appropriate enough right now. ].

[ He climbs over Alucard's chest and kneels, one knee at each side of it, leaning over him and stroking a finger down his cheek. ]

Ours. [ He repeats, and the tone is so very different from the way he usually says that word. ]

[Shit, she gave that as an order.

Alucard's doomed. He knows he's doomed because Sypha, masquerading as more of a vampire cliche than most vampires do these days, gave the Belmont an order that involves prevailing upon his person until an exact noise is made. So be it.

There are, however, several questions that the vampire has about say, how free his hands are at the moment. Helpful critique of the situation time is over, just as trying to make sense of the situation time is over. Alucard tries to prop himself up on his forearms, just to see how that's going to play into any of this.

He can at least maintain defiance here without breaking any kind of character, decorum, or the sheer ridiculousness that this situation has evolved into. That translates as to using his head to try and nudge Trevor's fingers away, and disapprovingly looking at them both.]

You both realize I could leave this room any second I wanted, correct?

[He's absolutely not leaving. He wants to see how this plays out.]

Now, how do you propose I stop you from doing that?

[ At least within the confines of the ridiculous fake situation because look, Alucard, you have superpowers and he doesn't have any way to actually stop you from getting up and leaving that doesn't involve making things really, really unsexy really really quickly.

Alucard propping himself up is, for the moment, convenient. It lets Trevor ger a hand under the back of his neck, pulling him up further into a far more aggressive kiss than he'd usually start with. As he does, his other hand tugs Alucard's shirt free from being tucked in neatly, fumbling at the buttons one-handed from the bottom one upward. When he breaks away from the kiss, biting hungrily at Alucard's lip for a moment after it's done, he grins. ]

Or should I figure it out myself?

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