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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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[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.

Alas! The dark mistress is saying terribly cruel things about my virtue-

[ Okay he doesn't manage to keep that one going and it dissolves into loud, rumbling laughter. And in that moment he's struck by how completely joyful all of this is. This is what it's like, this is what it can be like, when they're all allowed to be at their most human.

Which makes it a little sad that it's never happened earlier. But they can make up for lost time. ]

Please, oh please don't place me under your terrible love spell, Dark Mistress! My heart could never betray my true love- [ AND HE SCRAMBLES FOR A NAME AND POINTS TO ONE OF THE MANY POTATOBRANDS ON THE MANTLE ] -my dearest, starchiest Godbrand!

[The noise she makes is utterly undignified, halfway between a choke and a snort, and probably entirely unbefitting of a proper Dark Mistress, except that when you're a Dark Mistress you get to do what you want.

She's very fond of the "lean down and murmur against someone's ear" trick. It always works on Alucard, because it's easy to get into his head. She's tried it less with Trevor, for various reasons, but she'd seen the look on his face when she'd told him earlier to make Alucard whine, and —

Well. She's admittedly been wondering about what sort of creative things she might be able to get up to, when it comes to making him heed her commands.

So she bends and puts her lips against his ear, nuzzling a little to warm him up to her, and then murmurs: ]

You want, desperately, for Alucard to kiss you right now. Convince him to give you what you want.

[She strokes his hair, drawing back again, and presses a kiss to Alucard's cheek for good measure.]

Be nice to Trevor, my love — or don't. It's your decision.

[The second that Trevor brings Godbrand into the madness is when Alucard breaks character himself. There is a gale of laughter that ends up in a coughing, spluttering fit, and he almost drops Trevor because of it.]

Please, never, ever, ever bring that into the bedroom again....

[He's still laughing as Sypha gives her orders, even if his grip on Trevor is firmer and no longer in danger of letting Belmont head be introduced to florr.

It means he almost misses Sypha's command, such as it is. He doesn't though, and when she kisses his cheek he dares, dares to steal the briefest of kisses from her.]

As you wish.

[ Well. That's an interesting discovery. Sypha can tell him to want things.

Not that he didn't want that before, but- god, it wasn't so desperately important before. His love for Godbrand is discarded and he just stares up at Alucard the same way he stares at Sypha when she's listening to her show or dancing herself exhausted. The way he looks at them when they can't see him looking. Except they can.

There's no mention of Godbrand, no stupid voice, just a very soft and earnest- ]

-Adrian, please?

[...She really didn't know she could do that, actually. But that look on Trevor's face is — well. It's really something else, and it's worth relishing.

Which she will, when Alucard is finished kissing her, and perhaps it's a little bit mean to kiss in front of Trevor when she knows how bad he wants one too, but such are the hazards of making yourself the beautiful captive instead of the dark servant.]

Oh, I like that.

[And she can't compel Alucard the way that she can Trevor, but she can still make herself persuasive — and does, nipping at his earlobe as she murmurs: ]

Do you hear how much he needs you? Take good care of him.

Only because you've asked me to. [There's a pleased, low rumble as Sypha nips at his ear, but Alucard's eyes are on Trevor.]

I might've made him put more effort into it.

[A soft and earnest voice means that Alucard's kisses are kinder things than before. Slower. Not lazy or languid, Alucard won't allow for that. It's simply a lower burning intensity, one that is joined by a hand on Trevor's back.

The pads of Alucard's fingers stroke down Trevor's spine slowly but surely, pressing Trevor closer to Alucard's chest.]

We could rebel against her, you know.

[He whispers the thought into Trevor's ear. Because maybe it's time to turn the tables. Just a hair.]

[ Those kisses are all he has ever wanted, it feels like. The only thing he can think of, and he whines loudly in protest when they're given to Sypha and not to him, squirming desperately against Alucard. ]

Please, please.

[ But then he gets what he's asking for and more and it's perfect, absolutely perfect and he shudders as Alucard's fingers move down his spine, coiling back around the touch, every muscle there tensing the they always do when this happens. He kisses back and the order is probably no longer in effect but that doesn't make him want those kisses any less, returning them as fiercely as he can manage with Alucard's fingers on his back reducing him to a useless boneless mess.

He gives the offer some consideration, taking the opportunity to brush his lips against Alucard's neck while it's there and convenient. ]

Do I get more kisses if I rebel?

...Hold on, what is this about rebellion?

[Alucard had been quiet enough that she hadn't overheard his murmured little conspiracy taking form, but luckily (luckily?), Trevor hasn't been quite so careful about maintaining the secrecy, and so now the cat is out of the bag, perhaps.

Not that she really minds, of course, unless this rebellion involves the two of them leaving her out, which she doubts it will. Perhaps it's just the next turn of the wheel in this little game of theirs — first Alucard at their mercy, and now Trevor, and then her.

She looks at them both, the way they're twined together and fervent and so much in love, and shivers a little at the thought of being the one drowning in it, instead of holding the reins of it in her hands.]

I am your dark mistress, and I will not be overthrown —

[Unless they try, that is.]

[Alucard hisses a yes into Trevor's ear, and he is so careful as he lets go of the Belmont. There has to be all the bones in Trevor's body for this to work, not just one that's taking up the bulk of the attention and thinking right now.

Then, then the vampire turns to Sypha with a smile so devious that it should never be on the vampire's face at all. But oh, it is. It is and he places an arm low around Sypha's waist, bringing her to him so tightly that squirming and bidding for freedom will only see the embrace tighten.]

You will not?

[His eyes meet Trevor's for a moment, Go high, I'll go low.]

It seems that you've forgotten that you are outnumbered, and we will never hesitate to hold you.

[Like this, obviously. But Alucard hedges his bet, and rather than go for Sypha's lips or her neck, his head ducks down to kiss at her breast, aware of the fabric in the way and caring not one inch about it.]

Have you wrapped up between us so you can't move.

[ He would have liked to rise to his feet with a smooth, seductive motion. Unfortunately, his legs and arms feel a little like jelly right now, and it takes a few tries before he stumbles his way up.

Following instructions, he finds his way around Sypha and wraps his arms around her shoulders from behind. ]

I'm going to earn so many kisses.

[ He's forgotten he's meant to be keeping up a character, so this is this story's new character: Trevor Belmont, just hornier and stupider than usual. One hand falls downward to brush Alucard's hair away from his eyes so Sypha has a better view of his face as he kisses. His own lips go for her neck, kissing there lightly and giving her a chance to object if she doesn't want him to bite down. ]

Eep!

[You know, even at her worst when she was toying with one or the other of them, it never quite escalated to the level of being outright two on one — not until now, it seems, when Alucard catches hold of her in a way that knocks the breath out of her lungs from the delight, and just as she's getting accustomed to that Trevor's behind her and twining around her as well.

And it is, in fact, A Lot. Alucard's lips on her breast make her all the more aware of every ragged breath she draws, the rise and fall of her chest as it swells with air and recedes; Trevor's mouth on her neck fits neatly over her pulse and leaves her acutely aware of how it's racing from the attention.

So maybe it's no surprise when she whimpers softly, eyes falling half-lidded as she's utterly robbed of her focus, drawn in two separate directions and too overwhelmed to properly focus on either one.]

Mmmmm.

[Alucard's hum is pressed against Sypha's skin, muffled by the fabric that is in the way. There's another hand that needs to be occupied now, but there's a pressing matter for Alucard and he takes just a moment to undo the fly of his trousers and pull them and his underthings down.

That hand then goes to Sypha's waist, grip firm but not daring to go further. Not yet. Not without her sayso.]

You were saying about not being overthrown, dark mistress?

[Alucard's eyes flick up, careful to observe exactly where Sypha has been brought between the two. The best part is the way she's breathing now, temporarily without words and spoiled for affection. When he laughs, low and dark and heady, it is against her breast again.]

I'd say this is a successful coup, wouldn't you my friend?

[He means Trevor.]

[ There's that lovely noise again. And he's not even bitten down yet. He does, now. Only likely, and only for a moment, far more cautious than he is with Alucard.

Almost as lovely is the soft sound of Alucard's trousers hitting the ground. Well. He doesn't have a good angle to see, but hearing- hearing is nice. ]

Suppose so. Doesn't seem fair that she has to be on her feet. I forgot what I was, but I don't think it was a barbarian.

[ He could be suggesting they lay Sypha on the rug, but the way he's moving suggests otherwise. He's preparing to take her weight, so that if Alucard lifts her legs they can keep her suspended between them. ]

[This is an unprecedented level of collaborative scheming, Sypha thinks nebulously through a daze of trying to track all the different stimuli presented to her (the clink of Alucard's belt buckle, the whisper of fabric, the pressure of teeth, the timbre of their voices, the darkness of Alucard's laugh, the tremor it makes resonate beneath her skin), and has to stop herself from turning her head to try to see everything, lest she accidentally concuss herself against Trevor in the process. They're up to something, and she can't quite follow it, not until Trevor says something about on her feet and then she's reeling all over again, stricken with an abrupt flash of arousal at the prospect of being lifted and moved like it's nothing.

It's not just that; it's everything. The way Alucard has taken to the game like a fish to water, despite his initial protests. The way Trevor bites her, and she wants to tell him she won't break, that she wants to see the marks in the morning. The way they're moving as if to envelop her, one in front and one behind, and she doesn't know where to focus, what to do.]

Neither of you is kissing me —

[She doesn't mean it to sound so pleading, but that's how it comes out. Her hands are mostly pinned, but she still tries her best to reach for them, wriggling her arms until she can almost get one in front and one behind, trying to let her fingers make contact with whatever of her boys she can.]

This is cruel and unusual, to leave me without a kiss...

[Unfortunately the vampire is so weak to that pleading voice. It's probably leverage for her to reassert her position in this game, but so be it. Alucard's sure that retribution for rebellion will be a very fine thing indeed.

He kisses her only once though, because Trevor's plan sounds amazing. It's all careful lips and tongue, aware that when they are like this, fangs always threaten. He's become more aware than ever tonight that the threat of fangs is something the other two enjoy far more than he ever expected, and in a controlled space like this, he can give into that demand without his usual paranoia and self imposed hang ups.

When Alucard breaks the kiss, his hands go down and wrap around Sypha's legs. They cannot be accused of cruelty now.]

Neither of us are barbarians. If anything, I'm looking at a strategist. Where shall we place her?

Oh, I wasn't going to place her anywhere.

[ He can't really kiss Sypha from this position, so he lets Alucard take care of the task as he continues what he was doing, making tiny nips at the skin of her neck. ]

A proper dark mistress really ought to be able to float, don't you think?

[There's a sigh that escapes her when Alucard surrenders to her entreaty and gives her the kiss that she wants; to her credit, she doesn't push hard into it or try to wrest control back from him in the midst of it, but rather just lets the feeling of it roll over her like an ocean wave, relishing the feeling of Alucard's mouth on hers and Trevor's lips working at her neck.

Her previous attempt at getting her hands on them is...largely fruitless, at best. She manages to brush fingers over one of Alucard's bare hipbones for a few seconds at least, but it's harder to get a good angle on Trevor and she has to settle for pressing the palm of her hand against his thigh. It's good contact, for at least a little while. It's enough to feel connected to them the way that she wants to, not just being touched but touching right back in return.

But then Alucard moves and breaks the chain, shifting to clasp her legs and all of a sudden it hits her how vulnerable she really is to what's coming, Trevor with her shoulders embraced and Alucard taking her legs from her, and the recognition that escapes her comes in the form of an audible gasp.]

W-What do you mean, float —

[She's actually pretty sure she has a very good idea of what he means, but it's not as though she can do much about it (or think straight, for that matter, when her head is falling back and each little nip at her neck is wrenching another soft noise from her throat) and they're going to be the death of her, the both of them, but oh, what a way to go.]

Oh, agreed.

[There are times to never abuse vampire powers.

Now is categorically not one of those times, because when Sypha manages what do you mean, float, the vampire lifts himself up and off the ground just by a few inches, and that means that Sypha's legs are going with him. Truly, it might work better if his place and Trevor's were switched, but it isn't really the point

The point is floating. And Sypha very much is floating now, with Trevor holding onto her the way he is and Alucard being extra enough to take the suggestion literally.

He is careful though as he supports her knees over his one forearm, leaving the other free. Sypha's skirt is already sliding up thanks to the slight shift and angle, and it's the job of his other hand to take care of the rest of the fabric, leaving exposed thighs for only the two of them to see.]

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