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voidsentprinces · 4 years ago

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FGO is a mythological fanfic clusterfuck...

Prologue: You are an unassuming man or madam who briefly meets their classmate, Mash. And angers their tsundere superior in Chaldea. An organization made to stop the end of the world. The one guy standing around and dressed like “I am an evil villain”. Turns on Chaldea and all the people suppose to go get blown up before they can embark on their first mission. This explosion sends you flying into Fuyuki with your Tsundere Superior and your classmate turned servant. You are the worst choice to save humanity from the end of the world. But now the only option.

Storyline of Fuyuki: Ah, good to be back in OG Fuyuki. Except everything is one fire, most of humanity is dead, and you have to escort a tsundere superior around while your classmate learns how to be a servant. Everyone is evil except Cu Chulainn who is a wizard and is your drunk uncle here to impart wisdom and snark.

Storyline of Orleans: Jeanne D’Arc comes back as Darth Vader leading an army of other historical villains including Elisabeth Báthory , Dracula, Marie Antonette’s Executioner, the Phantom of the Opera, and Darth Lancelot. You team up with Jedi Master Jeanna D’Arc as well as a younger for some reason dragonkin version of Elisabeth Báthory (just to make thing confusing), Marie Antionette, Motherfuckin’ Mozart, Kiyohime and Sigfried to stop her. Also dragons are everywhere. Darth D’Arc exists because Bluebeard wanted to give her catharsis.

Storyline of Septem: What if Emperor Nero wasn’t completely off his fucking rocker, came back as a fashionable wife, and has to fight previous Roman Emperors to get back Rome? Including a rotund Julius Caesar, an incoherent batshit Caligula, a young Alexander the Great and his hapless future successor who is an adult and just as confused as you, and Romulus. Whose death spawns Attilla the Hun as a space dressed waifu. And just to make their roles in history null and void. You enlist the help of Boudica and Spartcus to aid you. Also Jing Ke and mecha Lu Bu are there too.

Storyline of Okeanos: What if Francis Drake was a big tiddie pirate wife. Alright what if previously to your arrival she 1 v 1′d Poseidon and WON!? Alright now what if after getting her help, you fought Eric Bloodaxe, got trolled by Euryale to re-enact the myth of the Minotaur. But then the Minotaur turned out to be a good boi and joined you. Also Artemis carrying around Orion, Atlanta and David, King of Israel is there. So is Jason and some of the Argonauts but like just Medea and Heracles. Replacing the other Argonauts with Hektor from the Trojan War. Also you have to punch Blackbeard with Mary Read and Anne Bonny.

Story of London: There’s fog every where. You have to join forces with Traitor Knight, Mordred, Doctor Jeckyll, a kid Hans Christian, and Frakenstein’s Bride. Contending with Jack the Ripper, Mephistopheles, Hoienheim, Mecha Babbage, a bunch of Mannequins, and then the Mist of London just sort of summoned Nicoli Tesla and Darth Arthur to fight too. At the very end Tamamo no Mae and Sakata Kintoki arrive just to exit stage left immediately.

Story of E Pluribus Unum: Medb wants to fuck Darth Cu Chulainn but he’s not that interested. So she decides to fuck up Wild West America instead. Making Beowulf the Warden of Alcatrez, Fergus mac Roich the Heavy, and then kidnaps Rama’s Wife before mortally wounding him. Also she has to fight against Lion Headed Mecha Edison, Helena Blavatsky. The two of which are using Karna, Son of the Sun as the Bouncer. You convince a germ manic Florence Nightingale to aid you, pick up a wounded Rama on the way, as well as Robin Hood, Billy the Kid, young Elisabeth Báthory again, Geronomo and Nero who is trying to be an actress to fight them all. Also Scathach, Fionn Mac Cumhill and Diarmid are there too. But they just do things at random and Li Shuwen randomly shows up too.

Story of Camelot: What if the entire round table was just a bunch of psychopathic zealots who worthship the ground Arthur walked upon. And then got into a fight with Ozymandius and Nitrocris for the lulls while launching a magical tactical nuclear strike on the entirety of Crusader State Middle East. All the legends of Hassan is trying to stop them but Arash is there too. Tawara Tota is also there to distribute a shit ton of rice. Nothing you do here really matters. But Bedivere shows up to aid in the lackluster ending. Xuanzang Sanzang is also there.

Story of Babylonia: Not Enkidu answers to giant Medusa who is pretending to be Tiamat. Bringing about a massive army of demons and monsters to wipe out humanity in prehistoric Mesopotomia. Leonidas, Ushiwakamaru, and Benkai are doing their best to fight off the hordes. After three Demons go out like bosses before your arrival. Also young Medusa and Merlin are there cause why not? After befriending a woman in a tiger kigarumi, Quetzacoltal, Ishtar, and Ereshikigal. You find out defeating giant Medusa was a ploy to summon the real Tiamat and shit goes down. You eventually drop Tiamat into the Underworld where the First Hassan dewings her after which Ishtar, Ereshikigal, and Gilgamesh work together to defeat her. Ushiwakamaru is captured and comes back as an evil version of herself but with the aid Nekai and Quetzacoltal going out in a blaze of glory you defeat them all.

Story of Saloman: Every servant shows up to fight off Soloman and his Demons, turns out Soloman is the daemon Goetia possessing the corpse of Soloman. And the true Soloman is actually your acting director and base medical doctor. After your classmate sacrifices herself you defeat Goetia and Soloman decides he’s good for now and peaces out taking Goetia down with him and restoring humanity. Bringing your classmate back to life in the process.

But wait THERES MORE! The remaining Demons who survive the Goetia fight decide they’re mad they lost. So create some singularities to air out their grievances. Trapping you and the staff of Chaldea in a time space continuum until you hunt down and take them all out.

Story of Shinjuku: The League of Evil comprising of James Moriarty, Yan Qing, Darth Emiya, the Headless Horseman riding the Spirit of Vengeful Wolves, and the Phantom of the Opera take over 1990s Shinjuku for the fun of it. You have to enlist of the aid of James Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes, Darth Jeanne D’Arc, Darth Arthur Pendragon, and Edmond Dantes. Turns out Moriarty that was your ally was actually the true Moriarty and the one leading the League of Evil was the Demon you’re looking for. Summoning the power of all Fictional Detectives you defeat Moriarty. I shit you not.

Story of Agartha: Welcome to the Center of the Earth. Where the vast open plains are ruled by Darth Francis Drake, Penthesilea, and Wu Zetian. You are joined by Astolfo who takes the form of a cute anime girl but retains his gender, Chevalier d’Eon, and a young Fergus. Fighting the Queens and their respective empires with the aid of...sigh, Christopher Columbus. Surprising no one, Columbus turns out to be the true villain and with the aid of Shahrazad and a Demon almost Colony drops the Center of the Earth on top of the actual Earth, Age of Ultron style. But the power of friendship you win. Also Godzilla Heracles is running around.

Story of Shimosa: What if just after or before the Warring States period: Ashiya Doman, Yagyu Munenori, Minamoto no Raiko, Tomoe Gozen, Mochizuki Chiyome, and Shuten Doji showed up to fuck everything up? Including corrupting Hozoin Inshun just to be absolutely asinine? You get the power of a time traveling woman using the legend of Miyamoto Musashi to get into shenanigans. Also obtaining the aid of Fuma Kotaro and occasionally a robotic mecha Kato Danzo. The Demon sort of just appears backing Ashiya Doman.

Story of Salem: The Salem Witch trials but if done like the VVitch in a horror film manner. Not so much about the battles but about the atmosphere. As you, your classmate, Robin Hood, Charles Henri-Sanson, Nezha, Mata Hari, and the witch, Cirice posing as Medea for a few seconds there. Have to pose as a traveling circus of storytellers and entertainers. While the suspicions of the towns people grow darker. Ghouls and spirits begin to haunt the night. There are executions and the Demon turns out to be the one you least expect. The soul of a child is used to open up a gateway for an Outer God and shit goes down.

But wait there is even MORE!

Story of Prologue: You’ve hunted down and killed the demons. And now the world is back to normal. When a new force arrives to take over Chaldea in your stead. One of those new arrivals brings along an army to slaughter Chaldea and activates the end of the world by way of Alien Invasion. You get out of there in the nick of time via a magical meguffin mobile and now have to track down Lostbelts. Each one controlled by a King, a Master who was your former colleague who previously got blown up and now is now revived by the Aliens, and their servant as well. Good fucking luck chuck!

Story of Anatasia: Russia is fucked. Russia is SO FUCKED! That its been stuck in an Ice Age since the reign of Ivan the Terrible. The Russians are forced to use a magic to turn them into anthropamorphic beings and have been surviving barely due to the machanations of Saleri, Ivan the Terrible, Anastasia Romonov, the Master of this Lostbelt, and a particularly sadistic fox woman. With barely anything to go on and running out of fuel. You have to venture out into the eternal Russian Blizzard to get the aid of one of the locals, Avicebron and Darth Atlanta to defeat Anatasia, Ivan, and tear down their cosmic eldritch tree to restore humanity in that sector.

Story of Gotterdammerung: You made it out of Russia and into the Netherlands, where it seems on the cusp of Ragnarok. You are immediately facerolled by Sigurd being possessed by Sutr. Who is under the command of a master there. Enlisting the aid of Napoleon Bonaparte you fight back against Frost Giants, Valkyries, and Sigurd. Also enlisting the aid of Brynhildr to do so. You also have to contend with a girl made up of several goddesses and Scatach taking on the manter of Skadi.

Story of S I N: Out of the frying pan and into the China if it never left or evolved beyond the Qin Dynasty. Except for the Emperor who has become a giant space base, artifical intelligence reaching immortality. After having close calls with mecha centaur Xiang Yu, Qin Langyu, an older Li Shuwen, Lanling Wang. The Emperor sees you teaching peasants how to read and coloney drops a piece of himself on the village. You send Spartacus to punch to meteor...I shit you not. And with the aid of Mordred, Jing Ke, Red Hare, and Chen Gong. You impress Emperor Qin to come out of his shell and reveal his butterfly god form. Also the Master in this Lostbelt is actually a fucking vampire.

And that’s all I’ve gotten to so far.

#{ FGO is bizarre...really really REALLY fucking weird }#{ words from beyond }#{ i forced myself to play it so no one else has to }

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jennrypan · 4 years ago

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Ok so. I finally watched the god awful monster high reboot and like. Oh my god.

The outfits are so fucking UGLY.

Dracula is a loser and it was better when he was mysterious and they said he was a traveler or somethin like that.

And why would they turn their HOME into a school??? Also..youre telling me a lot of monsters existed but never thought of making a whole town instead they had to wait for kids to do it?

And they could keep Deuce but take out all Clawdeens siblings and give her ugly ass annoying little brothers?? Also..where tf is her dad?? THE WOLFMAN??

And they gave Frankie Ghoulias traits, and Clawdeen turns into a wolf like every 2 seconds to do simple shit even though shes athletic too and aint she a lesbian?? Fuck is this twink Rathe dude doing here.

And Moanica is the only one I liked. She had a nice design and she had good ass motives cus fuck them humans.

And Toralei doesnt even have her personality, shes just fucking there when shes literally VERY opinionated.

They HAVE GIL BUT NOT CLAWD HEATH OR JACKSON???

And again. The outfits are fucking ugly and the school design is heinous.

Like at least the old monster high looked like a school?? Also..they had more than two/three teachers.

And also..theyre so dead eyed, they look like fish.

Its just. God why did they decide to reboot everything just cuz a couple of karens complained?? Everythings ugly and the dolls arent any better, so why would Mattel assume theyd make more money or some shit??

Im just..so annoyed. Oh my god--

I dont want them to bring it back if just gonna be this tacky mess without the characters people actually like??- like lord. They are just..so fugly.

Also..I just wanna see Clawd, the old Clawd, I dont want them to change his character for no dumb reason and make him twinkish like they did Deuce cuz they did my mans dirty.

Like I just want the old characters and better clothes.

#j.p speaks #monster high #monster high reboot #im so irrationally annoyed about this movie-

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unmaskedagain · 5 years ago

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Marinette: A merry Little Nightmare

Okay so I was thinking about the Crossover fic I did yesterday with the Disney orginal Movie Halloween Town and started to thinking about other favorite halloween town… The Nightmare Before Christmas. This of course reminded me of one of favorite Sterek fic (Teen wolf: Stiles/Derek) that I go back and read once a year. And I kind of wanted to create a new ML AU for something similar. I didn’t get very far with this so feel free to continue if you’d like!!! This got completely away from and went in a direction, I didn’t see coming… So yeah.

Marinette had always been a little… different; since the second, she was born in fact. But, hey, that’s what happens when the jolliest Elf in Christmas land marries the scariest vampire in all of Halloween Town. It’s no wonder Jack Skellington, the pumpkin king, was so adamant about officiating their wedding!

Her parents had met not long after the Pumpkin King tried his hand at Christmas. It went wrong. So very, very wrong. However, there was one bright side. The people from the various different holidays now knew the others existed.

And was when things started to change.

Because people wanted change.

It wasn’t fun only celebrating their one holiday every year; even if they were really good at it. And it wasn’t before long that you saw Cupids hanging with the monsters under the bed. Elves and leprechauns going out for drinks. A few reindeer running after the Easter bunny. Snow Angels laughing with Evil Witches.

Then Jack got a wonderful idea, and even managed to clear it by a very suspicious Santa, who was still just a bit traumatized from the last time Jack got an idea.

Why not let the children get the chance they never got? They can grow and learn about each other’s cultures together.

Thus, Ville des festivals was born. The city of festivals where citizens from holidays, both big and small, could come to live to together. And with the city came schools; Holiday High was the renowned of them. She had long gotten used to people asking “What are you?”

To them, she was a living, breathing question mark, they long to solve.

Marinette was born and raised in Ville des festivals. Her parents owned a bakery that produced everything from sugar cookies to Frog’s Breath pie.

The bluenette wouldn’t change who she was for anything but it hadn’t been easy growing up. Her heritage came from two of the biggest holidays of all the Holidays. She was both, and at the same time neither.

Marinette never felt like she was scary enough for Halloween town. Or cheerful enough for Christmas Land. It always felt like a tug of war; sometimes. Like she was split in two. Like if she cut herself, her blood would come out as a sparkly white and dreadful black.

Sparkly white for her Dad, Tom, who reflected sheer Christmas magic; the kind kids get on Christmas morning, when snowed the night before, and they opened all their presents and think it’s over, only for their parents to bring out a puppy with a boy around his head.

Dreadful black for her mom, Sabine, who’s presence echoed the terror you feel when you walk alone at night on a full moon, through a graveyard, on Friday the 13th, during October, and you get an alert on your phone about a serial killer loose, and then it turns out the cemetery is also haunted.

It’s a wonder no one knew what to make of Marinette. She had a smile that brighten up a room better than any of Santa’s elves. She had a glare that could melt the flesh off the Boogieman.

Every teacher she ever had always stumbled over her name; their faces wondering if it was an error.

Cheng; a fearsome line of Vampires from Halloween Town, everyone knew that.

Dupain; a merry elf family from Christmas land who baked the best ginger bread cookies imaginable.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng… What? It had to be an error,

Oh their faces when they realized it wasn’t!

Sometimes, besides her parents, it was like only Marinette realized that someone could be both; that she was both.

When she went to visit her mother’s family in Halloween town; everyone knew her as Marinette, half-vampire daughter of Sabine, from the Angelus bloodline; a fearsome and terrible family. And it was wonderful! Marinette wore Victorian dresses and went to balls. She was the best vampire anyone could ever be. And they treated her like a vampire. No one seemed to realize that while she needed blood to drink, she also need regular food to eat too. That while Marinette did enjoy scaring people, sometimes it felt wrong.

And when she went to visit the North Pole with her dad; she was a merry elf who sang the best Christmas songs and that all the reindeer loved. She worked with Mrs. Klaus, organizing and planning for events around town. She wore bright dress of gold and reds; silvers and purples. They treated her like she was an elf. No one seemed to realize that while most kids would love to live off candy and sweet drinks, Marinette still needed blood to sustain her. And yeah, sometimes, she burned a little in the sun, okay, Rudolph?

And Marinette didn’t speak the demonic language most vampires did; that her mother’s family all did; this never failed to disappoint her grandmother, who would then send her mother accusing looks. She also didn’t know any elfish which meant she couldn’t communicate with her dad’s dad. She could understand it but that was it.

She was only fluent in apologizing for not being enough, for never having found time to learn. The only phrase she knew in both languages.

“Sorry, I don’t speak Enochian,” Marinette would apologize and watch the confusion on her on her cousins’ faces, the disappointment in her family’s eyes.

“Sorry, I don’t speak Elfish,” Marinette would apologize, and her grandfather would frown, and make some bad parenting comment along the lines of ‘This is what happens when you raise your child away from where they belong. Move her to the North Pole before it’s too late. We’ll fix her.’ Fix her as if she was broken; as if she wasn’t quite whole.

Marinette opened her mouth and half her family wilts.

Marinette got the best of both worlds; it was true. She’d swear it… Most days. But after the Nightmare before Christmas incident, no one really dared to try to truly mix the holidays again. Sure, the people from both towns were social with each other and got along great, some even married, but that was where the line was drawn. The holidays didn’t interfere with each other.

So while Marinette got the best of both worlds; they remained separate outside of her home and the bakery.

It sucked. And no one but the other kids in similar predicaments as her understood.

Juleka, whose mother came from the land of Mardi Gras and whose father was a warlock from Halloween town, understood. Rose understood too; her father was a cupid and her mother came from the New Year’s City. The blond didn’t even know how to begin to explain that despite being so close to one another; the two holidays never mingled. In fact, they were so possessive of their own celebrations it was insane. (The last week of December to the day after Valentine’s Day was the most stressful time for Rose.)

Even Chloe sort of understood, though both her parents came from the Christmas. Her mother was a Grinch who hated pretty much everything and her father had come from a long line of very important elves (or so Chloe put it.) Her mother was a worlds’ renowned fashion critic and her father was the mayor of Ville Des festivals. Her father loved Christmas. Her mother refused to celebrate it. It only worked out because Chloe’s mom was never around much.

Even in Ville Des festivals, it was complicated. Most try to put her into a category to make it easier on themselves. Sure everyone was allowed to love each other’s holidays and to celebrate but to a point. No one expected an Easter bunny to go flying Santa’s sleigh, right?

No one expected an elf to want to scare people. Or a vampire to be able to make snowflakes.

“Which side are you closer with?” They’d asked. “You know, who do you identify with?”

Marinette refused to answer. She wouldn’t allow them to erase half of herself. She didn’t want to choose sides of herself. Why did she have to choose a race?

It wasn’t like there was a dividing line, from her head to her toes, that said one side Christmas Magic and the other Halloween Terror.

That wasn’t the way it worked. She refused to let them wash away half her identity just because it’s the one they prefer.

And oh how the people in charge preferred to used her sweet nature, the rose color to her cheeks, and big blue eyes to try and write her off as an elf!

Elf-passing, is what some would say.

How could they ignore her fangs? The dark midnight blue of her hair? The slant of her eyes, that flashed red whenever she was angry?

Why was it so hard to understand that she was both?

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was elf and a vampire. It wasn’t like she was an Alien from outer space. Or a human.

She got to celebrate Halloween with her mom, her dad, and her mom’s family but never once has she celebrated Christmas with her mom’s family. Not in Halloween town; it just wasn’t done.

She got to celebrate Christmas with her dad, her mom, and her dads’ family but gods’ forbid someone bring up throwing a Halloween party. No one threw Halloween Parties in the North day. It was the North Pole, for Saint Nick’s sake.

To Marinette, there were no better holidays than Halloween and Christmas. She just wished she could celebrate with her entire family.

She wished people didn’t make stereotypical assumptions on vampires just because they watched a few movies, or read some books. Marinette’s mom loved garlic. Holy water didn’t burn, thank you Chloe! Not every vampire knew Dracula or was descended from him. Though her grandma Gina, the elf, dated him back in the day so yeah, Marinette did know him but that wasn’t the point. And no, vampires didn’t used to only drink from the blood of virgin, what the hell Kim? (And Marinette wished for nothing more than to curse Stephanie Meyer out for the epidemic she unleashed. Vampires were always overly sexualized before… But DAMN! Juleka swore it was the equivalent of what happened to witches and warlocks during the Harry Potter Craze.)

She wished people didn’t assume all elves were sweet and nice and were toy makers. Her uncle was a dentist, thank you very much! And her grandpa could give any Grinch a run for their money.

Honestly, Marinette loved her life, her family, being mixed; coming from two very different worlds. It was just that sometimes it was hard. Sometimes she didn’t feel like a very good elf. Sometimes she was a terrible vampire. Sometimes she just didn’t feel like enough for either. Sometimes she felt like she never got enough of either.

Or as a human named Julian Randall put in his poem called ‘6 Biracial Metaphors.’ In it, he said, “Knowing that Sometimes being biracial is to have two half-filled glasses and die of thirst anyway.”

Sometimes, Marinette hummed Christmas songs under breath during October. Sometimes, she really wanted to watch Horror Flicks during December.

She just wished people made her feel like it was okay when she did. Or that it didn’t feel weird when she did.

Because it wasn’t weird. It was who she was.

All of who she was.

Marinette was poison wrapped in a pretty bow.

Marinette was a sweet kiss under the mistletoe that sent you straight to hell.

Marinette was a daydream and the worst fears come to reality.

Marinette was the Nightmare before Christmas.

#ml fic #marinette dupain cheng #Marinette deserves better

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nosferatvpussy · 5 years ago

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distorted lullabies [chapter II]

Word count: 5,675

Warnings: vulgar language

Pairing: Dracula x reader

AO3 link if you prefer that format.

chapter one

“But my Lord!” I exclaimed, doing my best to hurry after Judge Llewellyn and not slip on the wet steps of the Royal Courts of Justice.

He opened his umbrella over his bald head, absolutely ignoring any attempt of being polite and offering me some cover. So I practically ran after him and stuck myself under his umbrella with him to avoid the pouring rain.

“Miss L/N!” he complained, furrowing his white caterpillar eyebrows. His dark eyes were tiny angry slits staring back at me as he continued walking. “Now you are being indiscreet! You were late. I am sure whatever motion you have got to present can wait until the courts open again on Monday.”

“But it can’t wait, my Lord. Not only that but my team has also uncovered important information-” I spoke so fast I was surprised that every word came out clear as day.

“It can wait. Good evening to you!” he bumped his shoulder on mine as if to dismiss me but I wasn’t letting it go.

“It cannot wait, Llewellyn! If you give me a chance to file these motions this evening, the Wilkes children can return to their mother tonight!” He stopped walking abruptly and turned to scowl at me. I was going to get scolded, I knew it, but I couldn’t for the life of me shut up. “These children have suffered enough, my Lord. I am begging you. You wouldn’t let this happen to your own family.”

“You are out of line, Miss L/N!” he boomed as if we were in the courtroom. I had trained myself not to flinch anymore under duress but the glances we attracted certainly embarrassed me, especially since a few of them were from colleagues passing on the street. “You will address me as it is proper and you will not attempt to put my position in check! Those children are being well taken care of in Children’s Services. May I remind you that we are bound by oath to follow the law? Procedure is procedure and I will abide by it until I retire, which is far from happening. Do not presume that your pretty face will make things easier for you in my court. I expect better posture from you on Monday. Are we clear?”

I could not believe my ears.

Maybe I was out of line - I could agree with that - but I expected more compassion from a man who had been working as a Judge of the Family Division of the High Court for almost as long as I have been alive. But what truly left my mouth agape was the bit about my “pretty face”. If I hadn’t already made things bad I would have had a grand time of making a case of just how misogynistic that claim was. However, I was not going to give him any more reasons to hold me in contempt.

“Crystal, my Lord,” I bit off, trying to meet his eyes without any defiance in them.

“I heard great things about you from Pauline McGowan,” I immediately unfurrowed my brows upon hearing the name of one the strictest professors I had had on Law School. “I hope she was not wrong. Use your brain, not your looks. Enjoy your weekend,” and he was gone, leaving me in the rain.

“I am using my brain, you fucking twat,” I whispered to myself as I hurried out of the rain, taking shelter under a bus stop close by.

Judge Llewellyn had almost made it better by mentioning McGowan but then he ruined it by mentioning my looks. To say I was angry and insulted would be an understatement. Toughen up, I told myself.

Ignoring the stares of my colleagues on the other side of the street, I whipped my phone out of my purse to order an Uber and papers came flying out, dancing in the wind, treacherously out of my reach.

“Fucking hell!”

God, if those papers were damaged that would mean that I would have to get new official ones and take them to Count Dracula, again. And I would not do that. Seeing my distress a teenage boy decided to help me gather them and stick them back in my purse.

“Thanks! Really, thank you so much!” I said for the third time in a row.

He kept staring at me with a silly smile on his face.

“Huhh- can I like… get your number?”

I blinked, digging my nails on the palms of my hands so I wouldn’t burst out laughing. What a fantastic end to a day. Not only had a Count made an attempt to woo me, but I was also insulted by a High Court judge and now I had a 15 year old asking for my number. Cute, yes, but what had I done to the universe to deserve this kind of attention?

“I don’t think so, love,” I managed, putting on an apologetic smile.

“Are you sure? Cus like we can-”

“She’s sure,” said a velvety voice with a hint of finality.

I pivoted to my left to see Count Dracula standing over my shoulder with a polite grin plastered to his lips. I was drilling a hole through his skull with my eyes but he kept his stare on the boy as if I wasn’t there.

“I can take care of myself, thanks,” I said through gritted teeth. Yes, maybe he was trying to be polite but years and years of people talking over me had made me develop a reflex of shooting someone down even if they were on my side. And I knew I most definitely did not want Count Dracula on my side. He was too handsome to be good news.

“I don’t doubt that for a second, Y/N.”

“Are you following me?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

Finally taking the hint, the teenager shuffled to the other side of bus stop.

“Why would you think that?” he said very slowly.

“You live on the other side of London. And I’d say it is pretty unlikely we would bump into each other.”

“But not impossible. Perhaps fate is at play here, uniting us,” he bowed his head closer to mine, one hand dramatically draped on his chest.

“Charming...” I rolled my eyes. “What are you doing on Strand? There are far more beautiful sights in London.”

He made a show of looking around us as if to analyse the sights. Across from us, the gothic building that served as the Royal Courts was lit up in purple lights from below, casting shadows and highlighting every intricate detail of the structure. Our side of the street was all yellow lights and a mix of neoclassical and gothic design.

Having lived in London all my life I barely realised just how unique and beautiful the city could be to a foreigner. Especially to someone who had lived most of his life isolated somewhere in Eastern Europe, as Renfield had mentioned to me. Strand had become part of my routine for the last years and I hardly paid attention to my surroundings during my daily commutes. Count Dracula, however, seemed to be quite fascinated by it.

“I decided to prowl the city in search of a good meal,” he said at last, taking a step closer so he was stood in front of me. From this angle I could see that he had something smudged on the side of his mouth. “Ended up there,” he indicated a corner at the end of the street with his head “and then I heard your lovely voice arguing with an old man as I finished eating.”

I surveyed him coolly. He smiled under my scrutiny, remaining very still. To be fair Strand did have fantastic restaurants and it was a tourist attraction. He could have just asked any cabbie to take him to a popular destination and ended up somewhere around here. If he was dropped off at Trafalgar Square, he could have wandered to the Courts. Finally, I decided it was not that unlikely that he had found himself all the way from Kensington to Strand.

“You have some sauce on your face,” was what came out of my mouth. I touched a finger to my lower lip to show him where. “What did you eat, bolognese pasta?”

He raised his thick eyebrows, smiling devilishly as if that was incredibly funny and pulled a handkerchief from an inside pocket of his blazer.

“Rare steak, actually. Delicious. Thank you for warning me,” he said after wiping his mouth clean. I bobbed my head as a welcome. “What are your plans for the rest of the night? TGIF is what this generation says, right?”

Laughter escaped my lips before I could stop it. Hearing “TGIF” from a man of his prestige and age caught me completely off-guard.

“Yes it is,” I answered, still laughing. “Until twenty minutes ago my plans consisted of going home, ordering takeout and binge watching Netflix until I passed out. But getting in argument with a judge certainly got to me. So I’m heading to Camden Town to get drunk. By myself,” I added so he would understand that I was not inviting him. Why did I even give him so many details? I questioned, suddenly struggling to break eye contact with him.

“May I give you a lift? Merely being chivalrous,” he raised his hands, showing me his palms as if to add to his “innocent” claim.

“Do you even have a car?”

“Not yet. But Renfield has been kind enough to lend me his in the meanwhile. It’s parked not far away from here,” he explained. Moving closer to me he placed a hand on the small of my back, “Please, it’s dark and while you are perfectly able to take care of yourself I would rest easier if I was the one to drive you to this town.”

��It’s not a town,” I replied. “It’s a district.”

“Is that a yes?” he pulled his eyebrows together.

He was an attractive man, I would give him that. Sexy, even. But from my experience that didn’t always equal nice things. However, my brain was starting to disconnect from my body and when his eyebrows did that I felt butterflies doing cartwheels on my stomach. Those traitors.

Use your brain. Hm, maybe Llewellyn could act as my conscience if all else failed.

I felt something poke me on the back of my ribs and I dodged Dracula’s hand to turn and look. An old lady sitting on the bus stop’s bench gazed at me attentively, milky blue eyes shifting between the Count and I. Her hair was white as snow but her face was hardly wrinkled, withstanding the test of age.

“Go,” she whispered, winking at me. “He’s a good one. They don’t make men like this anymore. Trust me.”

My body immediately relaxed as I chuckled. Leaning closer to her, I winked back.

“I’ll take your word for it,” I said in the same amused fashion.

She grinned for a second then her expression closed itself again, as if Count Dracula hadn’t witnessed the entire exchange. She shooed me away with her hand and a gleeful glint in her old eyes.

Turning to Dracula, I caught the triumphant expression on his face. If he thought he had won this round then he was seriously mistaken.

“I’ll let you be chivalrous and accompany me there. But don’t think this is an opportunity to make another pass at me. I haven’t got more insolence to spend today”, I took control of my lips before I could smile at using the same word he had accused me of earlier “and I’m trying to be friendly. So, behave.”

A grin slowly emerged on his face, exhibiting white teeth and pouring all his charm into it. His fine lines only appeared when he smiled or frowned which made me question his true age. It made him all the more alluring.

“For now,” he responded, placing a hefty hand on the small of my back again.

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Most of the drive to Camden was surprisingly quiet. I was the only one speaking from time to time to give him directions. But then when he finally made a curve that brought us right into the heart of Camden, an awed sound escaped him.

The neon lights from store signs tinted the inside of the car in red and green. The cloudy night sky had gained a wonderful violet tonality that said that more rain would come but that didn’t stop the Camden streets to be overcrowded. Looking out the window, I could see people getting tattooed inside the nearest tattoo parlour. Vintage shops, pubs, restaurants and the food market all of them busy with boisterous noise from people and music.

It was a stark contrast to London’s weather.

“I love it here,” I told Dracula.

“I… love it, too,” he almost whispered, gawking at two girls with pink hair passing on the street. “Uncanny.”

“That’s a good way to describe it. Hey, there’s a good parking spot,” I pointed ahead to an alley that ran between a salon and an adult store.

He gaped at the adult store window display, showcasing a mannequin clad in latex, a cape and fangs drawn on over its lips. Handcuffs held the mannequin’s hands together while another mannequin was positioned as if to show them whipping the other one.

Count Dracula laughed suddenly and I joined him when he couldn’t seem to stop.

“It’s a trend at the moment in this side of the world,” I explained between laughs.

The car behind us honked and the Count finally made the turn to the alley, parking behind a row of motorbikes.

“Vampires are a trend?” he asked, killing the car’s engine.

“They haven’t been out of fashion since the 90s, especially. But I was talking about the BDSM thing,” I grabbed my briefcase and purse and opened my door.

Count Dracula was standing there a mere second later, holding the door open for me and offering a hand. Frowning, I did a double take between him and the driver’s seat. How had he moved so quickly? I shrugged it off, thinking that he must have gotten out of the car while I was distracted getting my things.

Accepting his hand, I let him support me while I got out of the car. We were awfully close to each other, I realised with a start. I had to look up from his chest to meet his eyes, which glowed red under the neon lights.

“What’s that?” he muttered. It was pure luck that the alley was deserted, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to hear him over Camden’s noise.

The alley was empty. And I was alone in the dark with a man whom I didn’t know very well. My heart hurt as if a hand had squeezed it. Shit. I could feel the tips of my fingers going numb and my legs getting cold from fear.

When had I stopped using my brain and ended up here?

As if sensing my fear, his nostrils flared for a moment and then he stepped back, giving me enough space so I could breathe.

“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you, I was being-”

“Polite, I know,” I finished before he could.

Yellow light from a lamppost shone on him when he stepped back and I stared at his face. He was either truly sorry or very good at faking it. We looked at each other for what seemed a long time before I started to relax.

I wasn’t particularly scared of him, I decided after analysing the situation for a second. Being a woman I had been brought up with an instilled and sensible fear of men in general, as it is with most women - unfortunately.

Count Dracula opened his mouth to say something but I was faster.

“It’s fine,” I said reassuringly, to him or myself I wasn’t sure. “Your chivalry doesn’t seem to fit with how on edge I am as a person. Why don’t we tone it down for a minute?” Willing my heart to slow down by taking deep breaths, I sauntered past him towards the shiny and inviting colours of Camden’s markets. I turned around, seeing Dracula with his hands stuffed inside his pockets and a puzzled look on his face. “Are you coming?”

“You want me to come with you?”

“You obviously like Camden. I’m not leaving you around someplace you don’t know, looking like that. You’ll just attract trouble,” I gestured with my head so he would follow me.

Turning the tables for a second made me feel slightly better. He was a tall man and he had this vaguely menacing air about him that made me doubt that he attracted more trouble than the occasional horny person with working eyes. There was no denying he was nice to look at. He just would not attract the same kind of trouble as I would, that was a fact.

“Looking like what, exactly?” he asked when he caught up with me.

“I don’t need to tell you how you look like. You have looked at yourself in the mirror, I trust,” I shot back with a smirk.

“I try to avoid them, actually. I would much prefer if you gave me your thoughts on how I look like.”

Chuckling, I tugged the sleeve of his blazer so he wouldn’t go past the entrance of my favourite pub. The light banter was a good way to relieve my previous anxiety.

“I’m not feeding your ego anymore than that,” I turned to flash him an amused smile as I pushed the door open.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk,” he made, knitting his brows and making an excellent job at feigning indignation.

An involuntary image popped into my head of him making that sound at me while holding the handcuffs from the adult store. I swiveled my face away so he wouldn’t catch the desire that had undoubtedly appeared on my eyes.

Use your brain, use your brain, use brain.

We made our way to the counter dodging the seas of people laughing drunkenly. It took us a few seconds but we managed to wiggle our way up to the nearest barmaid. I waved my hand to get her attention and she signaled back that she’d seen me.

While we waited, the music changed to Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode and I absently started mouthing the words and moving to the beat of the song. I felt more than saw Dracula shifting closer to me and I stopped dancing, fully turning my body so we were facing each other and putting my hips well away from his grasp so he wouldn’t get the wrong idea.

Dark eyes met mine, a fire burning in them that could have made my cheeks blush a few years ago. I put on my best deadpan expression so he would give up but it was fruitless.

Shifting closer still, he said “You didn’t answer my question before.”

“Which one?”

“What’s BDSM?” he asked precisely when the barmaid came to take our orders.

The barmaid’s mouth fell open for a second but she quickly recovered from it and sniggered.

“Okay…” she drew out. “What can I get you?”

“Rum and coke,” I looked at Count Dracula, looking curiously between me and the woman. “What will you have?”

“Nothing, thanks,” he nodded his head at the barmaid to dismiss her and she left. Seeing my furrowed brows, he added. “I don’t drink… alcohol.”

“I’m sure they serve non-alcoholic drinks here,” I raised my hand to get the attention of the barmaid again.

“No need.”

A large hand closed around my wrist and politely pushed it down but did not let go. Instead, he used it to bring me closer. My eyes flickered from his and to his hand as a silent request to let me go. He loosened his grip but kept his hand on me. I pulled back to create distance between us.

“BDSM stands for bondage, discipline, sadism and masochism… I think. I’m not entirely knowledgeable on the subject. Mostly it’s related to sex but that’s not exclusively the norm.” My response broke his attention on me for a second while he considered it.

“Oh!” He joined his hands and chuckled. “So there is a name for it now. How delightful.”

I opened and closed my mouth like a fish trying to find my words. I couldn’t take my eyes off of his, that’s how dumbfounded I was by the implications of his answer. Slowly, he let his gaze travel over me when he stopped laughing and a chill went down my spine. He was undressing me with his gaze, I knew it and I stood there allowing myself to feel desired for a second before taking control back.

I was still trying to work out how exactly I was going to regain control when the barmaid saved me by returning with my drink. Finally, I rescued my arm from the Count’s grip and took hold of my glass. I downed half of it in two gulps.

“You promised me you’d behave,” I declared. God, it was a challenge to maintain eye contact with him but I was not losing this battle.

“I didn’t promise you anything, my dear,” his eyes shone mischievously.

Fuck, he really hadn’t. But if he wanted to play a power game, I could do it.

“I have no interest in you,” liar, my body screamed at me. “So let’s keep it friendly or I’ll leave.”

Dracula inhaled deeply, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He straightened for a second on his barstool but then relaxed again, placing an elbow on the counter. The staring contest between us was put on pause and he met my eyes with curiosity instead of heat.

“The judge,” he said simply. “You are clearly someone who does not accept being undermined, so why let him talk to you like that?”

I stared at him. A single black eyebrow jumped up, waiting.

“You’d make a fine lawyer”, I conceded with a small smile.

“Why’s that?”

“You asked me a question that’s perfect to incriminate a defendant. Why would I surrender to him but not you?” I swallowed down the last of my drink, keeping my eyes on him and he grinned from ear to ear. “By following that logic, once I surrendered to Judge Llewellyn it is plausible that I surrender to you as well, is it not?”

“Now you’re putting words in my mouth,” he rubbed his chin, a full grin still stamped on his mouth.

“Mm-hm,” I grinned back. “I don’t have the option to be rude to a judge while working. I was out of line and he was right to call me out on that. As much as I don’t like being treated a certain way for being a woman and looking the way I do, withstanding that treatment is just something I’ve got to deal with on a daily basis.”

“Ah, I see,” his grin faltered for a second and then slowly faded. “And if things were different?”

“Oh, I would whip Llewellyn into submission until he granted me respect,” I shot back, laughing at my own joke. “But I’m not power hungry like that. I like having just enough to have some control.”

“Seems we are drifting back into BDSM territory.”

My laughter came easily again. The rum was obviously starting to affect me already.

“This conversation is taking a weird turn. Let’s go back to basics,” I suggested while showing my empty glass to the nearest bartender. He nodded back to indicate he’d bring me another one. “You sound quite English. I suppose you had a good teacher all the way in... Hungary?” I guessed.

“Romania,” he corrected, rolling his R and accentuating the last syllable. It was the first hint of his actual accent I had heard coming from his lips. “Indeed. Coincidentally, this teacher of mine was a lawyer like you.”

And with that, the conversation moved forward much smoother. Of course with the occasional banter that seemed to be a requirement whenever we opened our mouths. Still, it flowed nicely, the back and forth of questions we had for one another. By the end of the night, I had acquired a sense of trust in him simply because I knew more about him.

He explained that his actual title was Voivode, which was closer to Prince than Count but he preferred the latter because he considered that “Wallachia’s principality was an obsolete system constantly defied by usurpers”. I noticed that he constantly referred to Wallachia, the region where he was born, rather than using the name Romania.

He stated nonchalantly that he was a widower to many brides, which struck me as odd at first but everyone dealt with grief differently. More than once I saw him picking his words as to not give away too much but I didn’t judge him on that for I did the same. He only slipped once upon mentioning a friend by the name of Agatha of whom he had been very fond of but had drowned during a boat trip. When talking of her, I was fascinated by the wistfulness in his voice and the delighted smile that took control of his mouth. Perhaps the rum had played its part but I found it heartwarming to hear him speak so highly of someone who had clearly meant a lot to him.

The more we spoke, I realised he had much more depth than he let on. Sure, he was a cocky bastard but one that wanted more from the world than what his title could provide. Curiosity drove him. He wanted to “drink up” the knowledge from this era which he had been deprived of for so long.

When he’d had enough of talking about himself he started prodding me with various questions, most of which I had laughed off because they were too complex for my brain on alcohol. Some of them were standard questions people made when getting to know one another, as why did I choose to go to Law School, did I have brothers and sisters, had I been abroad. But they got progressively deeper such as would I live forever if I could, would I kill anyone if there were no consequences, did I believe in magic.

“Are you scared of dying?” he asked me at last.

Too distracted eating chips and downing yet another glass of rum and coke, he placed his hand over mine when I didn’t answer right away.

“Are you?” the intensity on his voice made me blink.

I tried to focus and ground myself in reality. Fixing my stare on him, I let the darkness in his eyes engulf me and drown the sounds around us. For a second he was the only person in the room. My heartbeat raced. I was unsure if it was my body trying to sober me up or just him.

“This is an important question for you,” I stated.

“Yes. And I would very much like to hear your answer.”

I licked my lips and shut my eyes in thought. It broke the bubble of darkness that had settled about us and the noise came crashing back, flooding my senses with music, laughter and excited voices.

His hand was still over mine and I moved my own so I could interlace my fingers on his as an attempt to focus.

“It doesn’t matter,” I mumbled, still staring at the pitch black of my eyelids.

“What?”

“Death doesn’t matter. It just happens to people. Were there times I contemplated it? Yes. But it does not matter because I am alive and will eventually die as does everyone on this planet.”

His fingers tightened around mine and I opened my eyes to watch his reaction but there was nothing there. His face was empty, likening one of a statue.

“I think I’ve drank a little too much. Alcohol has a way of making me more insightful than normal,” mumbling and suddenly feeling like I had done something wrong, I withdrew my hand. It was as cold as his. “Will you take me home?”

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“You can stop here,” I told Count Dracula and he diminished the car’s speed until we came to a halt.

“They all look the same,” said he, admiring the terraced houses that continued down the street. I could see the Clapham Common’s lights very dimly ahead of us.

“That one’s mine,” I pointed to the closest. It was the only one that had bushes of red and white roses decorating the small garden in front of it. Hugging my belongings, I gave him a small smile. “Thank you. You behaved quite nicely.” I patted his shoulder.

“One of us had to do it,” he smiled back.

I scoffed.

“I was going to say I behaved like a perfect lady but I’m not a lady,” I grabbed the door handle and pushed it open in the same movement, which resulted in my purse and briefcase spilling out of my lap and falling to the street. “Ah, shit!”

Not a moment later, Dracula was out of the car and had taken my things under one of his arms.

“I should show you to your door,” he said, offering me his free arm. “Wouldn’t want you tripping.”

I laced my arm with his and kicked off my heels, not minding that my stockings were the only thing between my feet and the freezing asphalt. I leaned down and picked up my shoes with one hand.

“Less likely to trip now but I’m still not fully sober, so I’ll accept the offer, oh good sir,” I giggled at my own joke.

The automatic light over my door came on when we stepped past the short iron gate that guarded my garden from the street. I wiggled free of Dracula’s arm and turned to him.

“I need my purse,” I informed. “To get my key,” I added when he didn’t seem to register what I had said.

He swallowed and grimaced as if that took great effort. Staring down at the ground, he gave me my things. I frowned, thinking if my joke had been in poor taste while I dug for keys inside my purse. A small sound of joy came out of me when I found them much faster than I usually did.

I was trying to fit them in the keyhole when a low groan reached my ears. I spinned to see Dracula standing way closer to me than he had a moment before. His head was thrown back, face turned upward and with parted lips, as if he was praying. He groaned again, harshly this time.

“Are you alright?” I asked, already fishing for my cell phone inside my purse in case I needed to call an ambulance.

A step closer and then his hands were holding my forearms. I dropped my stuff to ground with the sheer force in which he grabbed me. He pushed my back against the door, standing so much taller than me that he completely obscured the light above us.

“A taste. Just… a taste,” he spoke as if he was struggling to get the words out.

Barely breathing, I tried looking up into his face but he smashed his lips to mine before I could catch his eyes. My eyebrows shot up and I moaned in protest, struggling to push him away with my hands but he still had me well within his grasp. He stopped abruptly, leaning his forehead on mine. My nose was glued to his and I could feel my breath ricochet on his face.

“Count- no. I don’t think we should,” I all but whispered because it was all the strength I had in me. Appealing to reason, good, I told my brain.

And then his lips were on my cheeks, veering closer to my mouth for a second and then back to my cheeks, making a trail all the way to my earlobe and throwing all reason out the window.

“Please, please,” he whispered back, almost pleadingly. A kiss on my jawline made me shudder. A slow lick to the same place he had just kissed rid my body of all the stiffness it had built up. “Let me, my dear, let me…”

He retraced the path he had created and found my lips again. I exhaled, relenting to his touch. This time, my tongue greeted his and he groaned in response. His hands released my arms and circled my body, greedily seizing my hips and squeezing. My fingers found their way inside his shirt and I allowed my nails to lightly scrape the skin on the nape of his neck. He sucked my bottom lip to the point where it hurt but it only served to intensify the waves of pleasure flowing through my body.

A cry of protest left my mouth when he stopped the kiss. But then he followed that glorious path to the skin on my jaw and I shut up. One of his hands snaked up, finding my shirt’s collar and pushing it down. I pressed my body closer to his, striving to feel more of him, and in response his fingers digged down on my ass harshly.

Finally, his lips touched my neck and I tilted my head to grant him better access. Teeth lightly chafed the sensitive skin between sloppy and wet kisses until I was out of breath. Sharp pain followed for a second and I stiffened into his arms only to relax again when he held me tightly. A distinct mix of pleasure and pain flooded my body in a way I had never felt before and a moan tore out of me.

I’m going to have the biggest hickey ever tomorrow, was my last coherent thought.

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tainbocuailnge · 5 years ago

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So like, Cu Alter’s profile mentions that this isn’t how he’s supposed to look as a berserker, since he exists because of Medb’s wish using the grail. But since Cu in myth is described as a monster when he goes on a rampage, would his “actual” berserker form look more or less like him as an alter?

good question! and one that I have spent a lot of time thinking about so this might get a little longer than you bargained for. the thing that stands out the most to me regarding this topic is this exchange from chapter america

which leads me to think that cu alter is supposed to look a lot more monstrous, but he purposely limits himself in order to keep a form that’s still approximately human. I briefly mentioned it in these posts from the other day but the key here is that while cu does’t necessarily mind being a monster, he doesn’t want to be nothing but a monster. cu alter is forced to act somewhat out of character thanks to medb’s meddling but even so he is cu chulainn and he will retain the dignity of a hero even as a warmongering beast.

this is something you can spot in the tain too: before riding out to his greatest slaughterfest he took precautions so that he could keep his sanity even as he exploded into a mass of flesh and murder, and afterwards he did his best to make sure the image that stuck was the one of him as hero and not as monster. cu chulainn is a figure that exists on the interstice between monster and hero but what I think is important is that while he is man and beast alike, he chooses to be a hero. he is by definition ulster’s greatest hero yet continuously has to prove himself as such throughout his various tales. he is a monster but never lost himself in that monstrous nature and re-establishes the image of himself as hero again and again, by choice, even after the most brutal displays of bestial slaughter. as siegfried granblue put it: “unfortunately for you, I’ve decided to side with people over beasts”

even though cu alter was summoned as a berserker he refuses to act like the beast he is expected to be. he is merciful to his underlings, he withholds his own monstrous form as much as possible, his mad enhancement is ranked at EX(C) because he’s perfectly lucid, just stubborn to the point where he seems insane. even though he is a monster he refuses to be a monster. and I believe it is specifically this quality that makes him cu chulainn berserker alter.

cu chulainn does not like his berserker self, and I think this is because the real berserker cu chulainn is nothing but the monstrous side of him. heroic spirits are merely individual aspects of the hero as a whole so it’s quite possible that the berserker version of him is one that doesn’t keep establishing himself as hero, doesn’t choose people over beasts. during the riastrad cu chulainn is invincible, but he only ever transformed when cornered into it and for him to even enter the berserker class requires either a forced alteration or to leave behind the part of him that would object to it. if this assumption is correct it would mean that cu alter is in fact closer to lancer cu than the unaltered berserker cu because despite everything he is still closer to cu chulainn’s heroic ideal than his true berserker self, and stubbornly clinging to his heroic pride (despite claiming to have discarded it) is what makes him a berserker cu that would not exist under normal circumstances.

so to answer your actual question, i think the real berserker cu will be barely even recognisable as cu chulainn. he’ll have blue hair and red eyes but there will be none of the heroic pride that defines him behind those eyes. the saint graph will say cu chulainn but it won’t be him and to that effect he will probably either look almost completely different too or he’ll look and act suspiciously the same until he transforms. speculating further you might even say that cu chulainn needs at least this much mad enhancement to even willingly appear as a monster instead of a hero and that is why cu alter has such a weird mad enhancement rank. I imagine the riastrad itself will look similar to spartacus’ crying warmonger or vlad’s legend of dracula, turning him into more of a writhing mass of violent intent than anything resembling a person, but it depends on whether they approach it as berserker cu transforming for his np or being already transformed when you get him (i imagine he’ll be less monstrous in the later case cuz they gotta keep him Hot™)

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my-fanfic-library · 5 years ago

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Something Different {BBC Dracula x Reader} [31]

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The next morning, you awoke with a heavy arm draped over your waist. Overnight, your fever had come and gone and you were finally a normal temperature. You turned your head, looking behind you to see Dracula. His eyes were closed, and you knew that he wasn’t sleeping he couldn’t. He was probably just resting himself after the events of yesterday.

In your wrist, there was a subtle throb where your wound was, but you noticed that it had been bandaged up whilst you were out cold.

You sighed, turning around to face Dracula. He could feel you moving, positioning yourself so that your arms were wrapped around him, one of your legs draping over his, pulling yourself into him. He only pulled you closer. It was silent. It was peaceful.

It was maybe half an hour that you stayed like that, just lying in his arms. In a way, it was your apology for leaving him. Letting him just feel you against him, it was like saying that you were sorry and confirming that you weren’t leaving again. And you weren’t. After last night, after Dracula had done everything to get you back to him, how could you leave? He had proven to you that you meant more to him than you originally thought. He had lost control in anger. He’d been angry with you before, with Jack, and he’d never lain a finger on either of you. You were safe with him.

“Darling...” his voice broke the silence, rippling through the air. You hummed a response, snuggling into him as if he were the warmest thing in the world, “we need to get up...”

“No...” you whined quietly, “we need to stay here.”

He chuckled, pulling himself away from you. You tightened your leg around him, keeping him close. He looked down at you, smiling.

“My darling, my sweetheart, my sunlight, we need to go.” He told you softly.

“Go where?”

“If you get dressed, maybe you’ll find out.”

“Drac.” You pouted.

“I’m disclosing no information, I’ve already packed your stuff, just change.” He pressed a sweet kiss to the top of your head, “are you going to remove your leg now, darling?”

“Five minutes.” You mumbled, pulling yourself into him once more. Dracula chuckled. Five more minutes wouldn’t hurt.

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It was a dull morning. It was just bleak. A white sky with grey clouds swirling high above, the grass deep greens, rolling fields of sage and forest green squares.

The country roads were mostly empty, every now and then, Dracula would have to drastically reduce his speed to match that of a car in front. You didn’t speak much during the drive. You liked to look out of the window - even if the scenery wasn’t bursting with vivid colours - and see what you were passing. Dracula opted against the radio, liking the sound of the grumble of the engine. Every now and again, he’d ask if you were doing okay, and you’d give a quick response before falling back into silence. It was nice and peaceful.

When the sign for the airport came up, a little jolt of excitement ran through you and Dracula caught on when your blood began to rush with it. He smirked.

“Looking forward to our little escape?” He teased.

“I haven’t been abroad in so long.”

“Evidently, neither have I.” He flashed you a rather goofy smile and within the next ten minutes, you were hauling bags out of the car, “here.” He took the suitcase, then your backpack, then his own carry on and began striding towards the entrance. You were left to stand in confusion before rushing after him.

He jumped very slightly when you suddenly linked your arm with his. It was mostly just so that you could keep up with his fast pace, but your display of affection and ownership of him... wow. Your hands were a little colder than usual and he wondered if you needed your jacket from your bag. He supposed you’d get it yourself if you needed it.

An hour later and you were boarding the plane.

“Oh, sorry, ma’am, you’re this way.” The flight attendant placed his hand on your lower back. It was obviously out of just trying to help, but the look Dracula gave was enough for the hand to be immediately removed.

“But- business is-“ you began pointing.

“[First], you don’t truly believe I’d make you fly in business class do you?”

“Well, it’s already a step up from what I’m used to...” you trailed off.

The flight attendant pulled back the curtain to the place where you would be seated and you gasped. Plush, cream leather seats, all reclinable, with fluffy blankets awaiting you. So much space!

“First class?” You turned your head to Dracula who was grinning.

“The best, for the best.”

“Okay, how much money do you have?” The flight attendant clearly pretended to forget how to hear and turned away to help the next group of people on.

“That’s a very personal question, [First].” Dracula playfully frowned, “it’s not something you ask a gentleman.”

“You are anything but a gentleman.”

You sunk down into a seat, a moan of the pleasure of being in first class pulling from your lips.

“Stop with the noises,” he spoke, taking the seat next to you.

“Why? Turn you on?” You asked nonchalantly. You began to fiddle with the remote for your personal TV.

“Extremely.”

You laughed. For a moment, you fidgeted and found a comfy way to sit. You looked over at Dracula, who had decided to read the safety pamphlet. You wondered if he’d get a fear of flying after the safety precautions. That would be pretty funny.

The pre-flight procedures took place and then you were taking off.

“Champagne, madam?” The flight attendant held out a glass. You gave Dracula a quick look of excitement.

“Yes please.” You took the glass. You were trying hard not to smile too brightly.

“And for the gentleman?” He held out another glass.

“No, thank you, I don’t drink... champagne.” You snorted at Dracula’s words and the flight attendant gave you a strange look.

“Very well.”

“Stop that.” Dracula turned to you, a smile on his own face. The flight attendant turned away.

His hand found yours and you sat back, enjoying the feeling of being in first class. The flight was only a couple hours long, and from the stretch from England to wherever Dracula had brought you, the sky turned into a dazzling blue, the sun came out and it had begun to get hot.

You were so very curious to find out where the vampire had brought you. Spain, maybe? Or perhaps Greece? It was definitley hot. Conveniently, Dracula covered your ears every time the captain spoke so that you truly had no idea where you were headed. The mystery was a little scary, but you trusted Dracula. When the plane touched down, Dracula helped you grab the things that you needed to take with you and laced his fingers with yours.

He gestured for you to walk in front of him and you complied easily. You wondered what lay beyond the door of the aircraft. What country were you in? The sun burst through the door as it opened and the second you stepped out, a blazing heat smacked you in the face. You squinted.

“Where are we, then?” You inquired, making your way down the steps.

“[First], my darling, benvenuto a bella Italia.”

“What?!” You turned, looking at him in surprise. You were in Italy?!

“Ci, la mia adorabile moglie,” his Italian was flawless.

“What does that mean?”

“Never you mind. Now keep going, we’re holding the plane up.”

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It turned out that Dracula somehow had a licence to drive in Italy (you didn’t inquire on how he acquired said licence) and you were speeding down winding roads, past beautiful fields and the occasional white limestone building. During the drive, you had gotten bored and had turned the radio, belting out the lyrics to the songs that you knew.

“But it’s just the price I pay! Destiny is calling me! Open up my eager eyes~! I’m Mr. Brightside!”

Draucla was laughing at your singing, the drop top making your hair whip in the wind that came with the speed of the car. He didn’t know how you had memorised so many song lyrics over your short life, but you sure knew a lot. You were clearly in your own little world, so happy. He couldn’t help but smile. Here he was, driving towards what could only be described as a palace on the cliffs, with you - the most beautiful person inside and out that he had ever encountered in all of his years. Life had finally decided to treat him well.

The sun made your hair glisten, your eyes sparkle and your skin glow. You looked like a goddess.

To the left, cliffs were appearing and a turquoise sea of gentle rolling waves welcomed you to the beautiful country. Within the next 20 minutes, Dracula was pulling up outside of a beautiful home set into the cliffs and he couldn’t wait to get you inside.

“Is this where we’re staying?” You asked with a very unconcealed hint of surprise in your voice.

“Do you like it, my darling?”

“It’s... huge!”

“Yes, well, we wouldn’t want to be all cooped up, would we? Shall we go inside?”

The inside of the home was just as grand as it’s exterior. Bursting with light, every room was decorated so sophisticatedly. It had a very distinct feel to it, obviously meant to look rather antique and yet it was all still shiny and new. You peeked in every room, the kitchen surprising you with not one but two ovens (an gorgeous in—house oven and a more standard fan), and the bedroom has a gorgeous balcony that overlooked the sea.

“So, where are we?” You asked, turning into the bedroom to look at Dracula who was just placing your bags down.

“Italy.”

“No, I know that. I mean where in Italy?”

“We are just off of Montreosso al Mare.”

“Montreosso al Mare, huh?”

“Yes, darling,” he turned to you. The light caught his eyes and hair, “now what do you say about going to the beach?”

Your face lit up and you were fast to come back inside and begin opening bags.

“Wait,” you froze, “I don’t think I even have a bathing suit.”

Your unfortunate situation lead to having to drive to Levanto where there was a small boutique (you checked beforehand) that sold apparel. Dracula opted for sit in the car, but graciously handed you some money to indulge yourself. You spent quite a while inside, unable to decide on what you wanted. You were curious as to Dracula’s reaction upon seeing you in said bathing suit. He probably didn’t realise just how... revealing they could be.

Picking out one, a wicked smile made its way into your face. This would be fun.

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whatusernamex3000 · 6 years ago

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Kacxa Week 2019 Day 6: Free Day - Halloween

Just your typical Halloween fluff. Lots of ships! All aboard!!!!

"Hey Acxa have you seen my Paladin suit?"

From down the hall he hears her shout, "uhhh no." He swore under his breath as he dug through all his clothes. "But you're not seriously going to wear your Paladin suit for Halloween. That's just dumb," Acxa added as she walked into the room.

Keith eyed her suspiciously. "Fine. I'll just wear my blade suit." Suddenly the back of his head was hit by a balled up shirt.

"Absolutely not. You will not be wearing your work clothes to my first ever Halloween party."

He playfully rolled his eyes. "you're the boss," he said, pulling her in for a kiss. He was so relieved that he was finally as tall as her. Three years into their relationship.

"Damn straight. Now you better figure out what you're going to be." Acxa booped his nose before heading off to the bathroom to shower.

"Well what about you? You shot down the couple's costume idea I wanted us," he pouted.

"Well I'm sorry that I don't know what the point of dressing up as salt and pepper would be," she teased before closing the door and starting the shower. "Now remember I'm going to meet Romelle so you can go ahead and help the McClain's and Holt's with party decorations."

"Yeah alright." He yelled through the door.

"And get a better costume!"

So Keith found himself alone, buying a 12 pack of beer and a cheap Halloween vampire kit. He'll be Dracula, and Acxa would think it's incredible because she'd have no idea what the hell he was. But hey, it was better than nothing. The costume kit came with cheap plastic teeth, a cape, and fake blood, it was perfect for what Keith was going for. And for $10 how could he say no.

When he returned, Acxa was gone. He assumed she went to Romelle's like she said she was going to. So Keith quickly changed into his cheap Dracula costume and headed to Lance and Katie's house.

He was pleasantly greeted by a very enthusiastic Mario. "Keith! You're here early!" Pidge exclaimed, pulling him into a hug. "It's been too quiznacking long. I've missed you."

Keith smiled as he returned her hug, it had been a little over a year since he had seen her. "I've missed you too Pidge."

"Easy there mullet. Don't get to clingy with my lady," Luigi shouted at him jokingly.

Keith glared Lance down and lifted Pidge into the air and spun her around. He and Pidge always had a special relationship, being that they knew each other far before Voltron. "Okay, okay, you can put me down Keith. Lance is going to pop a blood vessel," she teased. He obliged and set her down beside Lance.

Smirking, Keith greeted Lance with a quick "bro hug" before giving him a hard time about Pidge. "She's really grown up hasn't she?"

Despite the fake, overly large mustache, Keith could still see Lance blush. The two have been living together since they stopped being Paladins. Everyone had a bet as to when they were finally going to stop pussyfooting around each other and date.

It's been nearly five years since Allura's sacrifice, and things finally felt normal. Or as normal as their lives could be.

Suddenly Keith was tackled by Wario. "Keith buddy!"

As much as he pretended to be annoyed, he loved Hunk's hugs. "Good to see you too bud." Hunk put him down and eyed his outfit.

"Dracula huh? Not too bad."

"Yeah, you're really not giving up on the whole "goth loner" schtick any time soon huh?" Lance teased causing Keith to shoot him a death glare.

Pidge was laughing uncontrollably. "Leave him alone Lance. I think he makes a very nice shitty Dracula."

Keith missed this.

Slowly every single one of his good friends had shown up accept for Acxa and Romelle.

Shiro and Adam showed up as Tarzan and Jane, or in their case, Tarzan and Jenson.

Shay showed up as Belle from Beauty and the Beast. She was a little bit peeved at Hunk for not being her beast. Keith wished he didn't hear Hunk promise to show her his inner beast later.

Matt and Nyma were Jack Skelilngton and Sally.

Veronica and the MFE pilots were the power rangers.

A few more rebels and blades showed up. Sam and Colleen Holt even showed showed up. Sam was dressed in a suit that was covered in clocks, while Colleen was in a green dress covered with leaves, sticks, and flowers. Claiming to be father time and mother nature respectively.

Ezor and Zethrid showed up dressed as Captain Hook and Peter Pan. It was cute because when they showed up everyone asked Ezor why she wasn't captain Hook. She already had the eye patch. So within minutes of showing up, the two vanished and returned with each other's costumes on. Hence Ezor in a pirate outfit that was one size too big, and Zethrid in a Peter Pan outfit one size too small. Adorable.

An hour into the party, and he hadn't seen his girlfriend or his pseudo sister. Keith didn't know how or why, but he was always somehow surrounded by amazing women. Allura, Pidge, Acxa, Romelle, Ezor, Zethrid, his mom, Colleen, Nyma, and dozens of other blades and rebels that he's come across.

He was alone at the kitchen counter talking to a girl that just joined the blades, Aria. She was telling him about her life and how her parents kicked her out because she was gay. For most of her adolescence she was homeless until now. The Blades gave her a home and she thanked him. He only just met this young Galra girl, but he vowed that if anything happened to her, he would kill everyone in the room then himself. Eventually, he ended up being about five or six beers deep when he heard all his close friends laughing.

Aria also seemed to notice the growing laughter as both of them made their way to the dining room, aka the dance floor. His friends parted for him and his jaw dropped at the sight, his fake teeth almost falling out.

Acxa had finally arrived. She had dyed her hair jet black. She had given herself a black scar on her right cheek. But most importantly she was dressed in his Paladin armour, carrying around a stuffed black panther. Apparently there were no black lions available.

She noticed his stupid face. "You like?"

He closed his mouth and checked her out. She was supposed to be him, yet he doubted he ever looked that good. "Oh you're so dead," he teased before giving chase. Acxa squealed with glee as he chased her. Eventually he finally caught her as Aria may or may not have gotten in her way by accident.

He brought the two of them to the bar and made introductions as he made his girlfriend and new friend a drink. "... So I'm just really thankful for the opportunity to have a place." He heard Aria say as he returned with their drinks.

"So… where's Romelle?" He was asking when a blade in uniform walked passed. Keith shot Acxa a glance mouthing "not fair" causing her to just laugh. The blade he was checking out ended up being tackled by Kosmo.

His eyes widened. He had no idea how Kosmo got here. Keith made his way to the blade that was being mauled, and for the second time his jaw nearly hit the floor. "Romelle?"

The blonde altean was giggling uncontrollably as Kosmo licked her face. "Oh heya Keith."

Kosmo stopped his attack and allowed Romelle to stand up. Acxa was suddenly by his side with a handkerchief, handing it to Romelle. He turned and gave his girlfriend another death glare. "I guess that's why I couldn't find my blade uniform either."

Romelle answered since Acxa pretended not to hear him and take a sip of her drink. "You'd be correct," she teased. "So what do ya think?" She asked doing a quick twirl. Keith could've sworn he heard Aria gasp slightly.

He took his chance to check her out as she spun. For being his blade uniform, he was shocked by how it highlighted her curves. Despite her being basically his sister, he had to admit that she looked hot. And he could tell he wasn't the only one that thought so as he caught Aria blushing. "Hey Romelle have you met Aria? She just recently joined the Blades."

Romelle stopped her twirling and introduced herself, claiming that she wasn't a blade jus stealing his uniform. But it did give him the idea to maybe start allowing non-galra to join. "I love your outfit. What is it?"

"Oh," Aria said looking down at her outfit realizing just how much skin she was showing. She had on hiking boots, a grappler, skimpy hiking shorts, fake bandages wrapped around her arm and thigh, and a tank top which helped show off her… assets. "well… it's one of my favorite female warriors in Terran fiction, Lara Croft: The Tomb Raider."

"I don't think I've heard of her, but I bet she's hot," and Keith caught her whisper, "like you."

The four of them sat around and drank before Acxa vanished to converse, or most likely make fun of Ezor and Zethrid.

Keith was explaining to Aria about how her and Romelle met when two fist slammed on the table interrupting them. He looked up to see his girlfriend. "You owe me twenty bucks."

He raised a single eyebrow, "uhhh why?"

"Cus unless I'm mistaken," she stepped aside to show what she was talking about. "Mario and Luigi are making out."

"Finally!" Romelle shouted causing Aria to look at all three of them with a confused look.

Keith gave her a reassuring look, "It's a long story."

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starkthemerchantofdeath · 6 years ago

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Tony Stark x Reader x Brother!Steve

Title: Bitch

Warning: Language, smut

Summary: (Y/N) is Steve's sister. She hate Steve's girlfriend. Meanwhile,

(Y/N) relationship with Tony that she call 'just friend' annoy the Captain America.

Steve's Pov:

Stark held a party again tonight at Stark Tower and he ask me to bring my girlfriend, Sharon. As soon as Sharon appear at the tower my eyes can't stop looking at her. She is so beautiful.

"Hey doll, you look beautiful tonight." I compliment her.

She utter a 'thank you' and then give me a light kiss on my cheek.

Third person pov:

While Steve is talking with Sharon, (Y/N) is rolling her eyes. She dislike Sharon with Steve. Every time she saw her brother with that woman she just wanna puke.

"Hey (y/n) what's it with that pouty face?" Tony ask half joking.

"Look at them Tony. Sharon is so annoying." She tell him.

"Oh shut up. She is hot tonight." He say smiling.

"Pffft hot? Hot my foot!" She spat.

"Oh baby, jealous much huh?" He tease.

"Back off Stark!"

Tony let out a chuckle, both hand in the air showing her that he is surrendering. Tony than take a sit next to (y/n) and take a sip of his famous whisky feeling amuse looking at his so called 'friend' angry about her brother's girlfriend.

In front of them, Steve and Sharon keep flirting with each other. Sharon's hand is all over Steve. Lips lingering around Steve's neck. That is it. (y/n) than take her cue to cut the sexual tension between his brother and his bitch girlfriend.

"Hi. Brother." (y/n) greet making Sharon rolling her eyes.

To her secret, Sharon hate (y/n) with all her heart. To Sharon, (y/n) is annoying little shit. To be honest, Sharon is jealous of (y/n) because Fury and all people around her trust and like (y/n) more than her in S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Oh my god." Sharon fake gasp when she 'accidentally' pour her wine on (y/n)'s dress. Oh how (y/n) like it.

"What the hell?!" (Y/N) yell and throw a glare to Sharon who keep 'apologizing'.

"What a bitch are you!" (y/n) yell making all attention on her.

"(Y/N), first language! Second, Sharon already say sorry so don't make a scene." Steve warn his sister but (y/n) did not buy it. She know that Sharon mean what she did.

"(y/n) I'm so so sorry. I didn't mean to. Oh my god look at your dress. Oh my god, I ruin your dress. Steve you trust me right? Really, I don't have any intention to ruin her dress." She say faking her concern. Well look like she managed to steal the Oscar Award from Leonardo Di Caprio in 2016 when she start crying and hug Steve. Such a drama queen!

"Like I wanna trust your lie!"

"(y/n) what's wrong?" Tony ask standing beside her.

"This bitch ruin my dress!"

"(y/n), she say she didn't mean to. Stop being a drama queen!" Steve yell. Oh now I'm the one who's drama queen huh? (y/n) thought.

"What? You defend her more than me? Steve, I'm your sister and you defend this bitch just because she is your girlfriend?"

Steve want to open his mouth when he saw Sharon start to cry harder. He glare at (y/n) and Tony before he take Sharon hand and leave.

"What the hell?" (Y/N) say devastated.

"Alright folks, drama is over." Tony say to the audience.

"Okay baby, lets get you change." Tony say to (y/n).

(y/n) pov:

I'm so mad at this time. How dare Steve choose her over me, his own sister! Don't he know that that bitch cheat on him behind his back? She just date him because she wanted to gain her popularity as Captain America's girlfriend. Did Steve blind? Or is he out of his mind? He date a girl that used to be his niece. What the heck? She is his ex-girlfriend niece and he fucking date her! What the fucking heck?!

"Okay baby, lets get you change." I heard Tony say grabbing my arm and took me to his bedroom. He open his closet to pick a cloth for me to wear.

"Here, your favorite shirt." He hand me his shirt smiling. I look at him and hug him.

"Sorry. I ruin the dress that you bought for me." I mumble into his chest. I can't help but crying in his arm. He bought this as a gift for my birthday last week.

"It's okay baby, I can buy you another dress. Remember? I'm a billionaire for god sake." He chuckle.

"Just don't cry okay?"

"But-"

"Shhhh. Baby no but. Now, wear this sexy shirt of mine and we can cuddle." He say, more like command.

"But what about the party?"

"Let them enjoy the party and you enjoy my company yeah?" He ask smirking. I can help but smile. Gosh I love this guy. If Steve know about me and Tony, he will definitely kill him. But whatever, I'll kill that woman first before he can kill my man.

(y/n) pov:

I wake up to the hotness of the sun rays burning my skin. Tony's hand wrap protectively around my waist, face an inch from mine. I trace my finger on his perfect jawline touching his soft skin. He look peace when he sleep. He smile when my finger touch his perfect lips.

"Wake up iron ass." I say teasing.

"Good morning to you too Sexy." He say with his husky morning voice.

"Can I get a good morning kiss from you Mr. Iron Ass?" I ask leaning closer to his mouth. He smile and then locking his mouth with mine. That 'morning kiss' turn into a hot make out session.

From my lips to my neck then my shoulder. He is sucking and biting it like a hungry dracula making sure he leaving a mark on me. His hand travel from my breast to a hem of my shirt, well his shirt wanting me to take it off and I did.

"T-Tony"

"Humm"

His finger make it way to my entrance. I gasp when he enter his finger in my pussy that still covered with my underwear.

"Baby, your so wet already. Dreaming about me huh?" He make an eye contact and I can see his smirk.

I want to say something but my mouth cannot form anything except for his name. His touch sending shivers to my spine and I feel so weak. Tony ripped my underwear and enter two of his finger in my already wet pussy and I can't feel anything beside pleasure. He take his other finger to rub my clit and moans escaped from both of our mouth. Oh how I love my name when he say it. He bring his mouth on my nipple sucking it. Every single touch make me greedy.

"T-Tonny... Want 'ore... humm" I beg wanting more pleasure from him.

"What do you want baby girl?" He ask making eye contact with me.

"I want you... Want that little guy in me" I answer.

His finger still curling in me brushing on my g-sport and I swear I wanna cum before he pull his fingers out of me. He lick his finger in a seductive way and fuck it turn me on.

"Trust me baby, 'that guy' is no little and you know it." He say smirking.

"And if you want me in you, you have to beg baby. That's how you have something free." He say while rubbing my clit.

"Fuck Tony, pleaseeee" I beg before moan escaped my mouth.

"Please what baby girl?" He cooed.

"Please fuck me, fuck me with your big cock daddy!"

Tony don't have to tell twice as he position himself in my entrance with his angry thick dick. He enter slowly while grinning looking at me.

"To-Tony, stop teasing... Oh god!"

He thrust in me fast and hard. His finger playing with my clit, rubbing it making me moan with pleasure.

"Shit babe! You're so tight. So good for daddy." He praise.

As Tony thrust become more faster and rough, I'm sure I'm on my high. I swear I see stars. The pleasure he give me make me want him more. I heard him moaning my name and curse words but that was pleasure to hear. His tip keep hitting and brushing my g-spot.

"Babe... mmmhmmh... gonna cu-cum!" My voice is high pitch and I heard Tony groan.

"Hold on baby."

"No... I-I c-can... ahh... please daddyyy!"

"Okay, Cum for me baby. Cum for daddy."

And that is it. I cum all over him. I wrapped my hand on his neck. Both panting heavily. His arm hug my tiny figure tightly.

"Now I can say my proper god morning to you Stark." I say smiling.

Tony just chuckle and peck on my lips. Lazily he climb off bed and went to a bathroom. He then pause at the frame door and looking at me with his devilish smirk.

"Don't wanna come with me?" He ask. I return his smirk with a smile and hop into the bathroom... for round 2.

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(y/n) pov:

I sit down on the island looking at Tony sexily dancing while cooking breakfast for both of us. I laugh at him whenever he do his stupid dance.

"Good morning guys." I heard Bucky say when he sit on the stool. Both Tony and I reply him a 'good morning'.

"You make breakfast Stark?" The soldier ask.

"Yup. You want some Winter man?"

"Sure."

As the three of us chatting and laughing at the kitchen. Steve come into the kitchen with that bitch clinging on his arm. I roll my eyes. Why is she still here? I ignore them and keep shoving my face with blueberry pancake that Tony made.

"(y/n), how many time I tell you that you should sit on the stool and not on the island." Steve scold like a mamma bear he is.

I sigh climb of the island and sit down on the stool without protest. I don't have an energy to argue with my brother. After a quick chat with Bucky and Tony, Steve then start making pancake for him and Sharon. Meanwhile Sharon sit beside me, placing her phone on the island while she eye fucking my brother. Ugh so annoying. Tony eat his food fast, placing his dirty plate in the sink and give me a quick kiss on the cheek before he went downstairs and gone to attend his business meeting. Then Bucky excuse himself to wake up Sam for training. Great. Just. Great.

"Hey, (y/n) I'm so sorry okay about last night." Sharon speak. I just roll my eyes not saying anything. Steve look over his shoulder. When he saw me didn't give any respond, he give Sharon an apologetic look. Like she need it! Bruh. Steve then focus back to his cooking while Sharon start to ripped her mask that she hide in front of Steve and everyone else.

"Don't you dare say anything about me to him." She whisper making me roll my eyes.

"Omg I'm so scare!" I say sarcastically.

"You'll regret it (y/n). If you say a word to Steve, I'll make sure you suffer." She threaten. I just give her a smile and walk away.

You must been questioning things about what secret that she keep right? Well simple. He cheated on him with her own teammate in S.H.I.E.L.D and guess what? She is not other than a Hydra agent. How do I know, it's none of your business. And what make me hate more about this woman is that the idiot brother of mine keep trusting her like she is an angel from heaven.

Sure, no one know that yet. Not about the cheated part but about the Hydra part. Everyone know about the cheated part except for my dumb brother. I still struggling to find an evident about Sharon being an double agent and I'm so close to it. Right now, I'm in Tony's lab sitting about 4 hours searching for the truth about Sharon. It's weird that I didn't see Bruce in the lab today. Not once. But whatever. My fingers dancing on the keyboard finding it ways to click at the right alphabet. And with a last click, all the information about Sharon fucking Carter appear on my laptop screen.

She is sure an undercover agent for Hydra. Now I know why every time we have a mission with her we always failed. Because that is her mission, to make us failed. Such a bitch.

In no time, I quickly call Tony asking for him to come home as soon as possible and meet me at his lab. After 30 minute-ish waiting, he come to the lab and I explain everything about Sharon to him. Tony and I than went to S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters to meet Fury. After the information delivered, an upset and furious Fury storm and call all the Avengers to the HQ to having a 'meeting'.

(y/n) pov:

"WHAT? NO SHE CAN'T BE! (y/n), Tony, what the hell are you two thinking by assuming her as an Hydra agent?!" Steve yell and throw a dagger glare to both of us.

"Well, right now we are not 'assuming' her to be a Hydra agent Steve. She is, with the evident!" I say to my soldier brother.

"She can't be..." He whisper. I know he is upset and mad at the same time because he fall in love with that woman. I come to him and give him a hug and surprisingly he hug me back.

Sharon is in the jail under the S.H.I.E.L.D watched. 3 month has passed. Steve is still not over Sharon. Right now, he is sitting at the floor, face moping and eyes looking at the floor.

"Ask you brother to move on (y/n). There is plenty of women out there line up to be with him." Sam say plopping himself on the sofa next to me. Bucky then following after sitting beside of him.

"You tell him yourself."

"Move on punk!" Bucky say.

"Yeah man. Move on. She is a bad guy." Sam say make Bucky chuckle but Steve is Steve, he just roll his eyes. Let me tell you something. Bucky hate Sharon. Me and him always gossiping about Sharon behind Steve's back. But seriously, I don't know what spell that Sharon use on him making him crazy over her.

"Babe?" I heard from behind.

I look at that person and glare at him. He should shut his mouth before Steve kill him with his shield. Oh shit. Steve tilt his face to look at Tony and he look angry.

"Did you just call my sister 'Babe' Stark?" He send Tony an angry look.

"Um... No. Did I call you 'Babe' (y/n)? Eh, you must misheard Spangle." Tony try to quibble. Bucky, Sam and me trying so hard to hold our laugh. He is in a deep shit. Tony sent me a 'help me' look and being a good girlfriend I am, I save his ass.

"Cut the crap Stark, what is it?" I ask.

"Uh, Pete is here tonight and today is his birthday. So I wanna held a birthday party for him. So wanna help me?" He ask with a wide grin on his face.

"Sure. Everything for my 'friend'." I say with a huge smile on my face while Steve send us a glare. I hope he didn't know about us yet. We are 'friend' in his eyes. It's funny when the great Captain America can detected something wrong about the enemy but can't figure out that his own sister dating his teammate.

"Well, I'm sure that you call me not to help you with the party thing." I say looking at Tony when we arrived at his floor.

"Ok, ok you've got me." He say before smashing his lips on mine.

"I just wondering if May are able to attend this party." He say with his famous smirk.

"So you can eye fucking her?" I say sounds jealous. Well maybe I'm jealous. But... Whatever.

"Oho, someone's jealous." he say with a wink and kiss my cheek.

"No I'm not!... Okay maybe a little." I admit and he laugh.

"Hey don't laugh!" I say pouting.

"Actually I wanna play cupid, baby." He say hugging me form behind.

"What do you mean?" I ask confused.

"Your Captain Spangle America Big Ass and May Parker the hot aunt of our beloved Spider-kid. What do you say?" He face me wiggling his eyebrow.

"Hell yes! But the hot part is a no because I'm the hottest one." I say and he laugh.

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Third person pov:

The party start with a loud music beating around. There stood my man with his neat black suit with a red necktie. Hair combed handsomely on his head. His famous sunglasses rest comfortably on his bridge nose. Stood beside of him is Peter Parker himself with his aunt. May is sure beautiful and she is the perfect woman to my brother. Not only pretty but May is also smart and kindhearted.

"Tonieeeee" I say attacking him with a hug.

He hug me back and give me a kiss on my right cheek.

"So this is May huh?" I ask the Spider-ling. The Spider-boy nod and May send me a soft smile.

We talk a little while Tony introduce the shy kid to the people. Then I saw my brother walk to the living room with his best friends not other than James and the falcon guy. His eyes lingering around, maybe searching for me. I wave my hand to him mentioning him to come over.

Steve awestruck when he saw May. His eyes almost come out from the socket. I chuckle looking at my brother.

"Steve, this is May Parker, Peter's aunt." I introduce. I did the same with May. Steve is blushing mess. His face is as red as Tony's iron man suit. I can't help but feel happy for him. I than excuse to give them a little privacy. Actually I feel like a third wheel and the tension is strong. I swear!

I leave and sit down next to Tony who is still talking to Rhodey. He look at me with an amuse smile arching his right eyebrow.

"How is it?" He ask looking at my eyes.

"Everything is good cupid boy." I say grinning looking at my brother and May who is now dancing on the dance floor.

"So, can I have a gift now?" He ask.

"What gift?" I ask confuse.

"Well, I play the roll successfully." He say battling his eyelash.

"Nope." I reply playfully.

"Ouch, at least give me a kiss." He say with a hope.

"Fine." I say leaning toward him and give him a passionate kiss on his lips. After we pull apart, his smile suddenly replace with fear and he gulp. I look at where his eyes darting and shit there stood Steve, ready to attack Tony with his shield.

"Care to explain?" Steve ask.

"Well I think we're busted." He mumble silently.

"Run for your life babe" I say and he did making the others burst of laughing.

#ironman #captainamerica #tonystark #marvel #sharon carter #tony stark x reader #tony stark x you #tony stark x y/n #tony stark x rogers!reader

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eroticcannibal · 6 years ago

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what fantasy story? i wanna know first before i say yes or no

it's an urban fantasy involving a bunch of supernaturals who share a house. theres a vampire and a fairy and a shapeshifting humanoid eating siren who's afraid of water. oh and theres a decaying dead girl who just keeps decaying until she's a skeleton and then she steals dinosaur bones to spruce up her look cus why not, and a werewolf, and a weird shop with a poly triad who runs it, and theres Death and he has an alchohol problem, and also dracula is there and he dresses like it's the 80s

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narukuwrites · 7 years ago

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003. Part 4

Words: 2,590 Tags: Heavar, Dracula AU, Dracula!Heahmund, Viking!Ivar, Violence, Mature Themes, Drama, Suspense, Angst, Slow Burn Summary: Heamund asks something of Ivar and gets a little more insight into how his mind works and Ivar realizes what kind of creature Heahmund actually is.

Author’s Note: Like the last part. This has not been beta read yet, changes will be added when it has been, thankfully my beta is back this weekend and as such any changes will be added forthwith.

It felt good to know that even in lands further away from his homeland and its neighboring countries that his reputation was known - it meant that all of what he had done had not been without purpose and hadn’t gone unnoticed. Perhaps this was a chance given to him by the gods - to help him become more well known and remembered in history as the most famous Viking, whose name was murmured on the mouths of all. From what the other had told him this ship was headed to London and it would seem that was the reason why Alexander was on here, things made a little more sense now.

But he still hadn’t figured out just what this man was. Clearly, Alexander was not human, which meant he was something else. But what? The question posed to him though pulled him back from his thoughts and he gazed at the other heatedly.

“I would have prolonged your suffering and hers, by locking you up both in the same cell just out of reach of each other and feeding the both of you with a slow, acting poison that slowly eats the insides of the person and causes considerable pain..” Ivar paused and let out a chuckle at seeing the aura of Alexander become dark and threatening and continued nevertheless, the other wanted to know and he would give it.

"Naturally you would have been given you less poison compared to your wife so you would not suffer too terribly physically. The best way is to mentally break someone and I feel for you in particular and indeed a great many seeing someone you love dying slowly and being powerless to stop it. That works well and is a powerful motivator, because in that instance if I had told you there was a way to save her even if it meant adhering to my demands - would you have done so..?” he asked and he was genuinely curious to see if his suspicions were correct and that in that scenario, Heahmund would say yes.

The detachment in Ivar’s voice when he spoke was something that Heahmund found attractive especially as he explained how he would have gone about it and the more the northerner spoke he came to see that Ivar was indeed a brilliant strategist and clearly Ivar lived up to his reputation for being just that. And he could clearly visualize it. Had they The Order done something like what Ivar had suggested, he would of course given in to their demands of him, if it meant saving his wife. But just remembering that moment happening had instinctively caused his calm aura to turn in a seething malevolent one. Unsurprisingly Ivar had merely chuckled seemingly unphased by this sudden change, this young Viking was fearless it would seem.

And there was also a level of cruelty and malice within this young man Heamund had decided and he was thankful for being given a small glimpse into how Ivar's mind worked. To see what he was truly capable of, truly that was just as intoxicating as the fading scent of blood that still lingered on Ivar. And it felt wrong to feel such a thing about this especially when it was to do with his wife but nonetheless, he gave his response and was truthful about it.

“Yes, I would have, it is good then that they are not you and I instead have you on my side..” Heamund replied and he didn't miss the grin on Ivar's face hearing his response. He seemed pleased and he took that as a positive sign. However though after their conversation, he felt tired and took the moment of quiet that had fallen between the both of them to rest his head against the wall of the cabin and spoke once again, in a quieter but nevertheless very appealing tone. “I am suddenly quite tired and overcome with hunger, I fear I missed dinner in all of the excitement, of you being brought aboard..”

Ivar had become a little more comfortable in the presence of this unnatural being he had met and it seemed the other creature felt the same as well, he was in no danger here. This feeling was something like he was familiar with, back in Kattegat he had loyal men and bodyguards who were with him at all times - because he was a cripple, they were ones he too was comfortable to be around, but even then he never showed a sign of weakness. And as such there was never a true camaraderie between them or with anyone in particular - the only one perhaps was the blonde slave girl Freydris.

But he pushed thoughts of her aside, instead choosing to focus on the here and now. He also didn't think any less of Heahmund when he said he would have given in. Love did strange things to everyone and it was something he had avoided because that too was a weakness. A small amount of guilt went through him hearing that Alexander had missed dinner and that it was his fault to some degree he decided to be courteous and pay the creature, man or whatever he was back and he would share his food for now. His companion had been forthcoming and truthful.

There was certainly more of the creature’s past that was being held back though and he intended to wrangle that out of Alexander. “Here you can have some chicken.,” Ivar said to him before holding him out a fresh, cooked chicken leg.

Heahmund glanced at the proffered chicken leg and was a little thrown off by the sudden change in Ivar’s demeanor but nevertheless, he took it and although he wasn’t one to usually eat with his hands - he would make an exception in this case. And maybe perhaps this was some sort of test or something else? He was also very much aware of Ivar’s gaze and that look of curiosity that was visible on the handsome face of Ivar, he was very hard to read.

“My thanks, that is kind of you..” Heahmund replied as he took it and bit into it in a none too graceful manner making him which went to show that he was a lot hungrier than normal which was strange. And even if food such as this chicken, Ivar had shared with him would not sustain him for long, it would nevertheless calm his need and want for something more filling.

“It is no bother, the food will spoil if it not eaten. You said earlier you were known as something else, am I to believe that Alexander is not your real name? If we are to become allies, and I agree to help you - I at least want to know just who and what you are..” Ivar asked deciding he wanted to know more and was still a little troubled about he was missing information that would clarify all of whatever this was. He never liked unknowns and it was vexing that he could not figure out himself what it was. He should have perhaps listened to the stories his beautiful mother had read to him or looked into them further but he hadn’t and he regretted that he hadn't now.

She had been so very fond of those stories and he smiled softly at the memory of it, his interest though had been focused on the gods. But at the same time, Kattegat didn’t have stacks of tomes or even a place to store them. He had already come to the decision he would help this Alexander - or whatever his name was but he still wanted to know more, such a ruse would give him just that. And so he patiently waited for the other’s reply and was pleased to hear more truths and a little more of this creatures history.

“I am known as Vlad Tepes, but I prefer to be called Heahmund. The Order is not familiar with that name nor the name Alexander, it is crucial for me to be hidden in plain sight and to not draw too much attention to myself.,” he replied in-between bites of the chicken. Perhaps he was being open because he already knew that Ivar would help him and that being truthful about everything would only strengthen things between them. He got the distinct feeling that Ivar was someone who seemed to hold truth and honesty in high regard, wise for one so young indeed. Perhaps that was due to his upbringing or maybe due to something that had inexplicably changed the other. Ivar was still a mystery to Heahmund, just what lay underneath all those layers?

“Heahmund yes that is a good name, it is very fitting. I agree to help you but you must promise to let me be free to go about it as I see fit yes? I will make London know to fear and remember Ivar the Boneless…” Ivar said with a grin as he threw the throwing knife into the air and caught it elegantly before throwing it and letting out a laugh of delight as it dug into the walls of the first class cabin and threw several more, in quick succession. Not caring that perhaps the cabin next to his would be disturbed by the sound of knives thudding into the wall. And so he decided that a blood oath would suffice with Heahmund to solidify their agreement.

There it was again that sudden change in Ivar’s demeanor and there didn’t seem to be a pattern to it, it was as volatile and ever-changing as the raging storms that plagued both the land and seas, such a powerful thing to have as his own. Whatever Ivar had planned, he had a feeling that it would be something truly diabolical. London however if stories were to be believed, had a darker side to it which they could use to their advantage if that were the case. And since Ivar had agreed to help him, he decided to return the favor.

“I am willing to help you in whatever way you so need when you ready to exact the revenge I know you will eventually seek to bring to those who just like me, wronged you. We are alike in that regard -” he broke off his sentence though as Ivar had used one of his knives to cut his hand to make it bleed and motioned for Heahmund to give him his own and he did shakily and made no sound of pain of his hand was cut and they shook upon it all. But during that touch, he could feel his body greedily taking in the blood from Ivar’s cut into his own. And he on instinct took Ivar’s hand and licked where he had done the cut and watched as the skin healed before glancing up to see Ivar’s beautiful blue eyes dark and twinkling with happiness and something much more primal.

Ivar felt a shiver of desire go through him as Heahmund’s tongue licked his hand, clearly the other had a thing for blood and he blinked and glanced down at his now uninjured hand, it had healed. He had heard stories, of such a thing occurring from his mother. There were creatures that needed to survive on blood and it suddenly struck him that Heahmund was one of those but for him to have curative powers that he didn’t expect but he felt excited at the prospect. Perhaps he could utilize whatever Heamund had in other ways. Even if it meant drinking it.

“It is good that I chose to do a blood pact with you Heahmund, it is more intimate and meaningful contract.,” Ivar said with a grin as he crawled in his elegant sinuous manner to get his crutches before shifting his body into a position that would allow him to use them both and with movements that could only come from a lot of practice, Ivar managed to make his way over to the wall where his knives were embedded and pulled them all out before slipping them back into his hidden pockets, all except one which he twirled effortlessly as he spoke one more. “Such an agreement cannot be broken, it is a true oath of loyalty and assures me that you will be true to your word. You will be true to us yes?” he asked Heahmund once again, wanting to clarify and confirm there was no leaving this agreement.

Heahmund didn’t quite hear what Ivar was saying, the young northerners blood was unlike anything he had tasted before, chaos and death swam on his palate and it was a heady combination that he found he wanted more of - but he would hold himself back at least for the time being. Now wasn’t the time to give into bloodlust especially so soon after having managed to secure a partner of sorts for his machinations. One that would turn the tide in his favor. And it was very smart of Ivar to do it in this manner. He silently applauded Ivar.

“A blood pact is something not many would be willing to do, but yes I will be true to you and our agreement. You have my word and I swear my oath to you is true. Loyalty means everything to me and I can see the same goes for you as well.” Heahmund replied his gaze wandering to the figure of Ivar once more. It was incredibly hard to not look at the other, he was attractive and had a magnetism to his aura that demanded you give him all of your attention and drew you in..

Ivar smiled at hearing Heahmund’s would keep his word slid his knife into one of the many pockets hidden within his pants before he placed the crutch down next resting against the cabin wall before he inelegantly flopped onto the bed. He naturally was aware of Heahmund’s eyes upon him, but that had always been the case for his entire life. Over the years he had been looked at, be it from pity and admiration to lust and desire, although those latter things weren’t of much import to him - for some reason, he felt differently know. Just why was that exactly? This was very much unlike him. Perhaps there was something about in close proximity to this Heahmund was the reason? Whatever it was Ivar was pleased to have discovered what sort of being was currently in his cabin and one who had sought him out willingly.

It was clear as day that blood was most likely what kept the other going, he couldn’t quite figure out what the name for such a creature was but Heahmund was certainly old, ancient and powerful and he was all too aware that, such a being was just as dangerous and deadly as he was - just un a different way entirely. And yet it was curious he could eat normal food if the chicken was anything to go by earlier. But that made sense because perhaps there was a time in Heahmund’s life when he wasn’t the creature he was today. Was it maybe the Order who were responsible for such a thing? There were still so many unknowns about the other, and he hoped to garner more in time.

If it was The Order who was responsible he could understand the need and want the other felt to seek his revenge and bring them down. And if that meant making London run red with blood, well that was something he was comfortable with. But until he had a rough idea of the terrain and the people, he wouldn’t be able to come up with a brilliant plan. That would take time and so he decided to ask more about where they were headed.

“So you tell me this ship is headed to London..?” Ivar asked deciding to break the comfortable silence and try to wrangle more information on their destination. “If that is in England, then my ancestors used to pillage and raid those lands. Although I imagine a lot has changed since then...” he said with a chuckle as he decided he was too warm and began to unfasten his leather chest armor. There would be no need for it right now, in this cabin it was unlikely that someone would come in and threaten the both of them and he rolled his shoulders and let out a groan as the crack of tension between his bones released and pulled of his shirt too, revealing an upper body that was shaped with perfect musculature and lovely, strong arms as he leaned back and was curious to see just what effect it would have on his new companion and partner.

But truthfully the cabin was getting a little warm and this was the easiest way to cool down, even just a little.

#fiction #novella #heavar #ivar x heahmund #dracula au #dracula heahmund #vikings au #bishop heahmund #ivar the boneless

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