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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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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.]

[ He's still, as Sypha pets him. Content. It's only when she moves on to Alucard that he begins moving again, all coiled around Alucard like a snake with far too many legs. ]

We banish you to the dungeon. [ The kitchen, he means, and he makes this as clear as he can while behind Alucard by motioning in that direction with the hands on his chest. ] To do hard labour for our mistress.

[ YOU CAN GO PREPARE DINNER WHILE WE MAKE OUT IF YOU LIKE????? ]

It's a cold and lonely dungeon.

[It's the kitchen.]

No kisses. No hands moving across your skin. No warm arms holding you so securely.

[She leans into Alucard, and it's genuinely impressive how close she manages to get her mouth to his while still keeping the barest sliver of space between them, never once letting contact be made.]

Did I mention no kisses? It would be torment, surely.

[They're threatening him with the ktichen.

And somehow, in all of this, that's an actual threat. Because while there's few things the vampire loves more than being in the kitchen, in making sure that they're eating together, the threat of no kisses and no warm arms is enough to actually break him.

There is such a sigh of faux defeat from the vampire, and for a moment he goes absolutely boneless in Trevor's arms. Sinks into them, which means Sypha is given a better view of his Absolutely Defeated face. He places forearm to forehead, swooning.]

Then, alas, I am defeated by your administrations and can only be yours for want of such warmth and belonging.

You won't regret it.

[ Alucard's weight sinks against him, and it's the best thing to happen so far tonight. The ridiculous swoon only makes the whole thing better. Withdrawing his hands from Alucard's shirt, he gives another try at the buttons, fumbling with them blindly. The first behaves, the second does not. He gives it a few more attempts before he gives up again, wrapping his arms around Alucard's chest instead and pulling him tight against him. ]

Ours. Our beautiful Adrian, to do as we please with.

[ ...it's hard to tell if that's in character or not. He's not saying it in the silly voice. ]

Ah, ah. He swears first.

[Although not before Alucard finally gets a kiss for his trouble, because an important part of reinforcement is rewarding the good behavior when it happens, and in this case surrender is a very, very good thing.]

Kiss my hand. Tell me you love me, your dark mistress.

[One hand descends to rest lightly against Trevor's forearm, implicitly understanding his plight before shifting to unfasten the button that she has a better vantage point on opening from her angle, anyway.]

Then tell me your desire, and perhaps I'll grant it to you.

[Alucard squirms against Trevor's arms as they wrap around his chest. It isn't in protest, it is simply for the sake of it. He wants to kept being held down like this, even as Sypha gets the last few buttons of his shirt undone and Frees the Vampire Tiddies once and for all.

He can't kiss Sypha back though, not properly. She's talking about swearing and oaths, and so that means he has to control that urge. He can only look for her free hand, and guide it to his lips.]

It must be love? [Is he smirking?] I cannot swear loyalty and adoration, and exclude the word love, dark mistress? Or must I say I love you and you alone, and exclude the minion who's attached himself to me, and who I might wish to repay if you permit it?

[Two birds, one stone.]

Then I love you both.

[ He has so much more neck to work with now that he can easily nudge that pesky collar out of the way. So much more. And the timing is so good, because he can reward Alucard properly for that wonderful declaration. The next bite is closer to his throat and lower, at the crook of neck and shoulder. He catches it between his teeth, tugging at it lightly for a moment before putting his lips against it, sucking and kissing. ]

Was that so difficult? [ He asks, speaking against his neck again. ]

Very good.

[It really is. Not just for the victory, but for the sake of hearing the truth that they all already know, but which warrants repeating. It almost makes up for the fact that she's still wearing his coat inside-out around her shoulders, with detective-print stockings on her feet.]

Now show me this devotion, and ravish my Trevor. You've earned it.

[It's hard to say whether those last three words are directed at Alucard, or at Trevor, or both. It might just be both.]

[Alucard has to at least nudge Sypha off of him first. That's important, because the next part, if they want this, means that she ought to be clear of flailing limbs and Belmonts being jostled around.

Ravish she says, and he's gotten a taste of the required intensity to fulfill that requirement. Very carefully Alucard puts his hands on Trevor's wrist, and uses his shoulder to nudge Trevor's mouth away from his neck. Just for a moment.

He just needs enough room to move, and the last thing he does is nudge the terrible lock around his lower parts to also be loose. Once satisfied, the vampire takes advantage of his own speed to flip himself around in Trevor's arms, and then the rest of gravity to topple the Belmont onto the floor.

There's a hand underneath Trevor's head to make sure nothing hits the hard floor, and in all the movement there's also an accidental grind against one of Trevor's legs. This is about optics. She said a show. But Alucard is also selfish, so that means he doesn't seize Trevor's neck right away as it seems to be demanded of him. He kisses the Belmont instead, fierce and hungry and wanting, all teeth and tongue and reckless abandon.]

[ His legs are nudged aside easily, and it's always delightful when Alucard demonstrates how much stronger he is than the two of them. There's very little about all of this that isn't delightful, from Alucard above him pinning him to the floor, to the intensity of the kiss, to the knowledge that all of this is happening because Sypha willed it.

The initial grind might have been accidental. The next isn't, because Trevor isn't above grinding his thigh against Alucard. He's not above anything right now, being on the floor and all.

And fuck if this whole stupid thing wasn't something that he didn't realize that he wanted until it happened. If Alucard above him, all defeated and disheveled and open-shirted and impossibly hungry, isn't the best thing that's happened since-

-okay, well since slightly earlier, and Sypha making soft little noises in his lap as he buried his head against her chest. It's been a very good day. He kisses back, trying to match Alucard in intensity and shadow him in motion, letting him take control of this to avoid them struggling for control and having Fang Disasters.

(If they're going to have Fang Disasters they have to be planned out and sexy.) ]

[The thing Sypha discovers, watching them with the utmost contentment, is that her satisfaction with how things are unfolding isn't even just that she really, really enjoys watching Trevor and Alucard make out with each other (she does, a lot), but that she orchestrated this for the both of them, from love of them. Knowing that they both wanted this, craved this, and she brought it to fruition is — well, thrilling, somehow. Enough so that she doesn't even object to the fact that she's relegated to watching for the time being, because right now all she wants to do is watch. They make a magnificent show; it would be a shame to overlook a single detail.

Look at them. Look at Alucard, letting go of his eternal restraint, letting himself be reckless. Look at Trevor, almost beatific in his pleasure, his whole demeanor saturated with happiness instead of melancholy and martyrdom.

Look at them. She did this.

Look at them, so glad to be together and alive and in love.

She did this.

She did this.]

[Trevor's grind is a reminder that Alucard felt something very, very hard against his back only a few moments ago, and so he uses his freed hand to focus on Trevor's trousers. Specifically getting them unbuttoned and slid down just enough to free any particular discomfort that has since begin to take over there. When he begins to slide trousers and underpants off in one go, his hand lingers for a moment or so, fingers running over dark curls and enjoying the contrast of textures between the hand down there and the hand in Trevor's hair.

He's just careful enough to avoid Fang Disasters, and when Alucard withdraws in full, he's flushed and with ragged breath. Ravishing is a full workout, and he isn't allowed to stop, so far as he understands it.

Alucard also understands a few earlier implications, and that means when he leans in again, it isn't to kiss the Belmont's lips. It is to nuzzle against the left side of his neck, long and slow and deliberate, one eye on Trevor, the rest trying to catch Sypha's reaction.]

[ His breath catches and he shudders at Alucard's actions. He's not delightfully useless, not this time, but it's similar. A more controlled sort of that. Oh, he can just about think, and he's very much in control of himself (he's continuing to grind his thigh against Alucard insistently). But if you asked him what his name was he's probably look to Sypha to make sure he was right before answering.

If there was any point at which this whole thing was going to fall apart, aside from Alucard getting up and going to cook dinner instead of doing this, it would have been here. Even if Alucard doesn't mean to bite like they have been doing, it's still vampire mouth on neck. Still something potentially distressing, and he's never great at gauging what's going to get to him and what's going to be just fine.

But he doesn't feel bile rising in his throat. Nothing of the sort. Alucard's face against the side of his neck is just- nice. Affectionate. Same as Sypha's is.

(It's a relief. He really did not want to fuck this all up by making it weird). ]

Woe! Woe! [ He calls out, squirming underneath Alucard. ] How awful, the dark mistress' newest servant has come to steal my virtue!

[ HE'S CHANGED CHARACTER AGAIN. ]

Spoken as though he has virtue to steal.

[Goodbye, dark minion Trevor. She will miss you, you were a lot of fun. But beautiful damsel Trevor might be just as fun to play with, once she manages to find the right key and lock, and so she draws over to sink down onto her knees near them, within arm's reach but still letting Alucard have his fun.

Her hand comes to rest between Alucard's shoulderblades, that same idly possessive gesture she's done a few times now before; the difference is that his hair is long enough to play with when she does it, and she wastes no time in twisting her fingers through the strands while she regards Trevor carefully.]

This one looks like he might be susceptible to my wicked love spells.

[Those are a thing that dark mistress vampire queens have now, apparently. Wicked love spells. Or at least the power of compulsion, which — there are interesting possibilities to that, to be sure, but not without permission.]

What do you think, my dark heir to the moon and stars?

That is slightly unkind. Consider virtue in spirit.

[Which is also bullshit, but Alucard has accepted that the name of the game has never been consistency. It's what is going to be both hot and ridiculous? and it is an amazing game.

With Sypha's hand on his shoulder blades, Alucard stills his attention to Trevor. Her hand has such power over them both, after all, and playing into that sounds terribly fun. There's a soft huff that is released against Trevor's neck, so close and yet never moving.]

Your spells sounds an awful lot like I must release my hold on him, my Queen.

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