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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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[ 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?

You haven't already? You are bad at this.

[He's bad at this, the vampire says, as the Belmont is grabbing him and kissing him aggressively in a way that just begs for a response. It takes so much effort to not just return the gesture, but instead pull away, forcing his face to be sour instead of demanding seconds.

Fuck, this is going to be harder to play up than Alucard thought.

But with his arms where they are, he begins to sit up more, shoulders now against Trevor's and forearms freed. There's now a hand on Trevor's waist, the start of a gesture that if any of this was real, would mean he was going to shove Trevor.]

I can't possibly tell you how to fix the problem. I'd endanger myself.

I don't know. I'm just the dark minion.

[ Oh, the hand on his chest. That's a problem, isn't it? He lets himself be 'shoved' dramatically from on top of Alucard (with a very poorly acted 'oh nooooooo'), only to move behind him before he gets up, legs coiled around his waist.

He tuts, arms wrapping around Alucard's shoulders, pulling his back against his chest. ]

There's only one punishment for that kind of resistance. [ He says, trying to keep his voice low and also not to laugh. And then, to indicate what he means that 'punishment' to be, he moves his head down to nip lightly at Alucard's neck. ]

He's a very obedient dark minion, you realize.

[So Sypha points out from the comfort of her chair-throne, having at some point during this process pulled her legs up to bend them at the knee and curl them under herself as she continues to clasp her mug in both hands in an almost kittenish way. It's quite the show they're putting on for her, and she's certainly not unaffected by it; there's a little flush high in her cheeks that gives her away, however well she's managed to keep a straight and imperious face otherwise.]

He's not going to stop until he gets me what I want, my dearest princeling.

[She's careful to watch Alucard, though, with that last word. It's not one she ever uses, and one that Trevor sometimes does, but not typically in a positive fashion. Still, he hadn't reacted to it badly the previous time, so perhaps it's all right, even so.

She gets up, abandoning her glass, and walks over to the two of them, sinking down onto her knees in front of Alucard and reaching to take his chin in her hand while Trevor works away at his neck.]

It's because he loves me, you know. He would do anything for me.

[What a funny little moment of things coming full-circle, when that's precisely the remark that got this all started in the first place.]

Wouldn't you like to love me like that, too?

[He's never leaving them home alone for more than five minutes ever again.

It's the only thought that Alucard manages before Trevor is behind him, holding him much too still, and performing the action that is the genesis of this in the first place: kissing at his neck in all the right ways. Alucard puts effort into not squirming or vocalizing, but that just seems to get Trevor to hold on tighter until Alucard gives up that fight. There's a soft little moan, and his hands seek something to hang onto.

They settle on the rug, but his eyes are on Sypha. He's not sure what expression is on his own face (it's someone very much trying to hide how very turned on they are in this moment), but it seems that his face and noises are secondary. She has risen from her throne and the kitty mug of wine, tipsier for her time there and doubtlessly full of more ideas.

He could do without the princeling though. There's a look of could you not? in his eyes when she says the word (Trevor will get the same look next time it's used), but that's all. His chin in her hands is too much. His cheeks have color in them, actual redness not the threat of pale pink that often goes with a vampire's blush, and he has to think about what he says next.

They're working for this, goddamnit. He can't address Trevor's punishment comment, but Sypha's he can try.]

It seems more like lust from my current angle. Especially with what you want.

[He's trying not to smirk as he says it. The vampire? The vampire is failing.]

[Aha, so he doesn't like that name, after all. It's something she briskly makes note of; the game isn't fun if she's genuinely cruel, after all, and her silent apology comes in the way she runs a finger up and over Alucard's cheek, stroking lightly in a way that doesn't quite fit with the persona she's put on for their game, and a flash of something apologetic in her eyes as she does it. It only lasts a second, before she's back in character, but she knows Alucard, and he knows her. He knows what to look for. He'll know.

But then it's back to being his dark vampire queen, and his chin is back caught in her hand as she presses the pad of her thumb against his lips.]

I don't think I need to tempt you to lust for me, my lovely captive. I can see from the look in your eyes that you already do.

[Her fingers apply a touch of pressure to his chin; she guides his head to tilt a little back and a touch to the side, baring his throat just the slightest bit more, and giving Trevor more room to work on his side.]

Or are you saying you don't think I'm desirable?

[He notes the apology with a slight nod of his head. A silent thank you, one they can't linger on. Too much to do.

There would be more throat exposed if the top several buttons of Alucard's shirt were undone. Such as it is, Alucard can only be guided, hoping that the whine he does make now won't slow or stop Trevor's administrations there. It's a loud whine too, one that threatens to reverberate off the walls.

His hands have been gripping the rug these past few minutes, curling into it and pulling for all it's worth. One of them moves off of the rug, unsure of what he's allowed to touch in this absolutely ridiculous situation that all three of them are in, but he's pretty sure that putting it on the wrist of the hand still on his chin is fair game. When he wraps his fingers around it, there's pressure. The threat of moving that hand away, enabling one or both of them to respond before he can.]

Why would you need me when you already have someone under your sway?

[Because Trevor? God, Trevor's far too much right now, and Alucard is trying hard not to squirm in the Belmont's arms.]

Greed isn't an acceptable answer. It's the obvious one.

You have no right to tell me what is or is not acceptable. And don't think I didn't notice that you did not answer my question.

[She lets him grip her wrist without overt protest, as much because she's seen the way he's been threatening to destroy the rug in his attempts at retaining self-control, and sensing that his reach for her is as much out of a need for an anchor as it is an attempt to assert feigned control over the situation. As if amused, she scritches the tips of her fingers lightly against the underside of his chin, reminding him that she's still got him, even if he's got her now in return.]

I like to collect pretty things. And you are so very pretty.

[With a hint of a tug at first, she relays her silent intention to move her hand, letting him know implicitly what she wants before overtly drawing it away from Alucard's face — and her reason for it becomes apparent quickly as she reaches a little back and behind him, carding those same fingers through Trevor's thick hair instead.]

And you look lovely next to this handsome minion of mine, and I think you both would look lovely serving me. Why should I need a better reason than that?

[She leans in a little closer to Alucard, a smile playing at the edges of her mouth.]

If you were mine, I'd let you play with him the way that he's playing with you right now. Wouldn't you like that? Having my Trevor at your mercy?

[She's well aware, from earlier, that Trevor would. And she's nothing if not deft at weaving notions that cater to the both of them.]

I didn't think the answer mattered.

[The words are said as snappily as Alucard can make them sounds after squirming and whining. He manages well enough, at least from where he sits, and when Sypha's hand is freed from his grasp that same hand falls upon Trevor's thigh. It is, after all, right underneath where Sypha's hand forced his chin, and now it rakes over the fabric of Trevor's trousers.

He is at a horrible angle to watch Sypha run her hands over Trevor. To watch them touch, and that's terribly unfair too. Watching them kiss while standing over him, that was something the vampire didn't know he enjoyed so much until the moment it happened. He's too penned in to even shift and catch a glimpse of the two, and that's just as unfair as the rest of this.

Worse are Sypha's words. As ridiculous as this has all been (will continue to be, even after they're spent, if the vampire guesses correctly), everything rolling out of her mouth right now is hitting the vampire in just the right way. He's picturing it, giving into his own lack of patience so he can fall upon Trevor with more aggression than he'd normally dare.

Fuck.

The answer is in Alucard's eyes, yes, yes, yes. But Trevor's been relegated to just a minion for too long now, so the response comes with a breathy sigh.]

Would he even allow that, to be pushed around by a new creature?

[ He technically doesn't have to do this any more. He got the whine, that was what mattered as far as the order was concerned. He doesn't have to continue fumbling with the buttons of Alucard's shirt while his betters talk, then give up about halfway up and just stick his hands under it instead. He doesn't have to continue his assault on Alucard's neck, alternating between kissing and sucking and biting whatever of it he can reach.

He absolutely doesn't have to punctuate his response to this new plan with a slight roll of his hips, pushing the very clear evidence of how okay he is with this new direction against the small of Alucard's back.

This is so stupid, in a way that only makes sense because they know and love each other. In a way completely incompatible with any outside danger. It's the kind of thing that can only make sense with the knowledge that all of them are safe here, loved and cared for and-

-it all comes down to safety in the end, doesn't it, with Trevor? Sypha's small hand in his hair is a promise of safety. Her orders are a promise that everything will be okay if he just does as he's told. And this new direction that things are taking? That just means the protection of two people instead of just one. ]

That sounds fucking fantastic, actu- [ Wait no, in character. He pauses, taking a moment to return his lips to Alucard's neck and bite down hard. Because it's important to make it clear what level of horribly unfair being at Alucard's mercy ought to take. ] Whatever my dark mistress says. Whatever it takes for you to become ours.

There, you see? He's a good, obedient minion.

[There's a certain rhythm to playing the both of them at once, and playing them off of each other, she's discovering. It's like telling a story with dancing, the way she once told Trevor she could; a sort of swaying back and forth between them, never focusing on either one of them for too long, weaving them together with the threads of the same narrative, back and forth, step by step.

This one is for Trevor, which is why it comes with another stroke of her hand through his hair and an indulgent, praising tone of voice. He's good, he's perfect, he's just what she wants him to be, and that's the security she offers him as she pets him with the steady hand of a queen.

And so the next steps of the dance take her back to Alucard, of course, because now that Trevor is something worthy and precious, he's also something to be dangled just out of her vampire's reach, tempting until he surrenders — and that's the half she crafts for him, taking his own persistent restraint and turning it against him, enticing him to relinquish it all on his own.]

I could give you the same charge I gave my Trevor, you know. I could give him to you and tell you to make him whine for me. That's a little show I'd like very much to watch.

[The hand that isn't in Trevor's hair moves to cup Alucard's cheek, completing the circuit between the three of them, thumb pressing lightly against his lips as if inviting him to kiss the soft pad of it.]

All you have to do is tell me you love me.

[Alucard's breath has steadily been growing shakier and shakier the more Sypha has pressed closer and closer then beyond and beyond him. It isn't just do to what it feels like being pressed so close between them (it is a factor though, just as much as the roll of Trevor's hips and the evidence of this entire thing's effect on the Belmont.) It isn't just Sypha's words, because for all the silliness of them, they still work. It isn't the premise they've invented either, although Trevor's drop of character gets a short, sharp laugh out of the vampire.

It's the whole of it. That they're at the point between the three of them where this can happen, where they can settle against every goofy cliche and bounce off of each other, certain that there's only going to be contentment in the end. Alucard doesn't miss that it's Sypha orchestrating all of this. It's the only right way for this to be in the first place, because it's Sypha.

Keeping up character is hard though, and it's a pun intended because the next roll of Trevor's hips see the motion just carried through to Alucard's, so that he brushes against Sypha. Alucard's not overwhelmed yet, not even close, and he angles for just a little bit more, even as he leans against the hand resting on his cheek.]

And if I refuse?

[A good doomed hero has to at least ask, if he understands the structure of this all correctly.]

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