Fic: Don't start listening to me now

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IN THIS HOUSE WE GET OUT OF WRITING SLUMPS THROUGH STUPID FLUFF AND REFUSE TO APOLOGISE. AND BY FLUFF I MEAN TREVOR BELMONT HAS NEVER HAD A FEELING IN HIS LIFE, HOW DARE YOU SUGGEST OTHERWISE.

(Completely ignores S03 of Castlevania, because I want to finish off at least two of my happy OT3 fic before I joss myself.)

Castlevania | Don't start listening to me now
G | 393 words | Trevor Belmont/Sypha Belnades/Alucard | Set post-S02, but no spoilers | He wouldn't have said it if he thought they were listening.

He wouldn't have said it if he thought they were listening. Sypha and Alucard had been arguing about some translation or other for an hour, with a lot of grabbing other books and shouting words in languages that Trevor hadn't even heard of. But when they showed no signs of slowing down, let alone stopping, he dragged himself off the chaise he'd commandeered and headed off to find a drink, muttering his farewells.

Except that Sypha dropped her book – dropped it! From the top of a ladder! And didn't even seem to notice! – and said "What?"

And Alucard stared at him with narrowed eyes, and said "Say that again."

Trevor backed towards the door, shaking his head. "Oh no, I've learned from my mistakes. I'm just gonna – leave. And you two can keep doing whatever it is you're doing."

But Sypha was beaming at him so warmly that he could feel his face heating up. She jumped down from the ladder, a wind swirling from nowhere to slow her descent. "Trevor."

"I said you were a pair of idiots," Trevor said, making a last stab at self-preservation. The door handle poked him in the back, but he couldn't quite get it to turn.

He looked to Alucard for help, but the traitorous bastard was just leaning back against the doorpost with his arms folded, the faintest hint of a smile curling across his face. Trevor hadn't even seen him move. "The other part, Belmont."

"Fine," he growled. "You're a pair of idiots and I love you. Now I'm going to get drunk while you finish – arguing. Researching. Laughing at me."

"We'll never be finished with that," Alucard said dryly, but he leaned over and brushed a kiss against Trevor's flaming cheek.

Sypha flung her arms around Trevor's waist and stood on her toes to kiss the other side. Only when she was done did she reach past him and pull the door open – it opened inwards, no wonder he couldn't open the bloody thing when he'd been retreating into it. "We'll find you when we're finished here. We love you too."

Alucard made a choked noise and turned away, the tips of ears suspiciously pink, but he didn't argue. And Trevor, face red and heart in his throat, did the only thing that could salvage his dignity: he fled to the wine cellar.