#Pierce is gonna torture y���all in real time same as they tortured me. Prepare ))

[daddy-deathslinger]

Hi! Could you please write something for Caleb being protective? Like maybe his survivor s/o goes to visit him and one of the other killers corner them (let's face it, probably Frank or Ghostface) and start to get handsy and Caleb overhears and just. flips out. punching them real hard or something. Thank you, I love the way you write our fav cowboy!

Hi there! Thank you so much for the request, I hope you like even though it took me some time to finish ❤️ I do like writing angry characters so this was quite fun, tehehe :33

”A Stalker’s Karma” - Caleb Quinn/The Deathslinger x Genderneutral Reader

CW: Violence, attempted sexual assault

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The cackling campfire was soothing, the sparks flying high up in the cold night air like little fireflies. You enjoyed the calm after a trial, but tonight the rest of the gang seemed very talkative and on edge, and you had a hard time relaxing. Meg was constantly talking, and Kate played her guitar, while Ace argued about some trivial shit with Bill. It was all a bit too much for you, and with a deep sigh you got up from the log you sat on and steered your way into the woods.

"Y/N, where you going?" Meg asked, and you gave her a quick wave of the hand without looking behind you.

"Just going for a walk. Need to clear my head", you mumbled, and to your relief no one else protested.

They knew you could handle yourself out there, and usually you never strayed too far from the campfire. But tonight, you needed something more than to be alone with your thoughts in the dark woods. You needed to be with Caleb.

You still found it hard to believe that you were actually dating one of the murderers here, but life here was strange, to say the least. When you had first met Caleb, he had killed you as swiftly as any other monster here, but as the two of you had gotten tossed into the same trial over and over, something had changed. You'd started watching him, studying him from the shadows when you thought he didn't notice. He had been so different from the other bloodthirsty killers. Something about him had pulled you in, you'd found yourself intrigued and a bit excited about him. And soon enough, he started noticing the way you looked at him, how you stalked him to get a good glimpse at him when he wasn't paying attention to you. Once, after he'd killed everyone else and only you remained, he had offered you the hatch to escape through. After that, the two of you had started getting more acquainted, and you even started visiting him between trials.

That led to now, where you quickly made your way through the woods to go and see him. Finding Caleb's realm wasn't always easy, but you'd gotten better at navigating the dark realms that resided here, and more often than not, your journey would end in you reaching your goal. You felt confident that you would find your way to the deserted town called Glenvale now, as well. Not even the chilly wind blowing through your thin summer clothes could dampen your spirits, as you only longed more for the warm desert sun that was waiting for you. You jumped over a fallen tree with a slight grunt, landing on the moss again with a thud. The next second, you thought you heard something rustle behind you. You instinctively looked behind you, but you guessed it had just been an echo from your little parkour. So, you continued on, a bit quicker in your steps. You'd passed the fallen tree, and the three big rocks, so you should be close to Glenvale pretty soon... Although one could never be too sure of directions here, things seemed to change every so often, things changing places and-

A feeling suddenly made you turn around again, your eyes seeking frantically in the shadows. You knew the feeling that had struck you, you knew it far too well. You were being watched.

"Who's there?" you called out, getting nothing but a faint rustle in the trees as answer.

Not moving a muscle, you remained standing there, searching in the darkness for whatever was keeping you company. There could be anything out there, friend or foe, monster or fellow survivor. But nothing showed. Finally, you decided to just try and get to Glenvale as fast as possible. This forest had creeped you out way beyond your comfort zone, by now. Just as you turned around to keep moving, you heard the rustling of clothes behind you. Your heart stopped for a second, and you held your breath, cursing yourself for letting your guard down.

"I'm surprised you didn't notice me until now", a drawn-out voice spoke. "I've been on your trail for quite some time."

You turned around, and your body instantly froze as you saw the white mask with the hollow eyes staring at you. Fuck, it was him. The one they called "Ghostface". You'd been up against him in trials before, he was a vicious, cold-blooded murderer who took great pleasure in torturing you and the others at any given chance. Standing face to face with him now, alone, you felt the same dread and hopelessness creep into your mind as always during trials.

"What's the matter?" Ghostface asked, and to your utter despise you could hear the same taunting tone to his voice that he used during trials as well. "You look like you'd seen a ghost!"

Ghostface laughed at his own joke, and you felt your face twist into a disgusted grimace.

"Leave me alone, you fucking creep!" you hissed, but your stalker only chuckled dryly at this and took a step forward.

You tried to remain as calm as possible, while taking a step back. You didn't want to give the asshole the satisfaction of seeing you scared.

"Oh, come now, don't be like that. We're all alone out here, pussycat, you know that. Don't act like you don't like it."

Ghostface slowly walked towards you, and as you looked down you could see the big knife he was brandishing. The same knife that had cut through your flesh many times before. You looked back up at the white mask, your heart beating loudly in your chest now. You swallowed hard and tried to remain calm, you couldn't let him scare you like this.

"Back off", you said, your voice betraying you by trembling slightly.

You took several steps backwards, but suddenly felt a heavy tree against your back. Ghostface laughed, that goddamn annoying laugh that at the same time sent shivers down your spine.

"Or you'll what?" he purred, stepping up to you, now standing only inches from your face.

That's when you reached into the back pocket of your jeans, and quickly pulled out the pocket knife Caleb had given you as a gift. You went in for a stab, but Ghostface quickly grabbed a hold of your wrist and twisted it, making you scream out in pain and drop the knife. Ghostface just laughed, forcing your arm up over your head, pinning you against the tree as he trailed his knife over your cheek.

"Nice try!" he chuckled. "Gotta get a bigger knife next time, though!"

Then he ran the knife down over your collarbones, and you felt your body tense up as your breath got caught in your throat.

"Don't try anything else on me, you hear?" he whispered, pressing the white mask up in your face, forcing you to stare into the dead, black eyeholes. "Or I'll cut you like a fucking pig!"

You struggled against his grip, panic hitting your body. You wanted to spit at him, curse him out, yell as loud as you could. But no words escaped your lips. Suddenly, Ghostface grabbed a hold of your throat.

"You and I are gonna have some fun now. On your knees!" he ordered, and in one quick motion he had thrown you to the cold ground.

You stared up at the pale mask towering above you, preparing for whatever fucked up shit was coming now. But the next second, a loud gunshot rang through the silent woods, and Ghostface screamed in anger as his shoulder was pierced with a spear. He fell down to his knees, swearing in pain, and you quickly took your chance and got back up on your feet and backed away from the scene. Then you saw Caleb appear from behind the dark trees, stepping up to the hunched over Ghostface. Ghostface heard him, quickly looking behind him.

"You fucking shit, get this off-"

But his order was cut short, as Caleb sliced him across the face with the end of his weapon, making him fall to the ground with a loud thud. You looked at Caleb; his face was twisted with rage, his eyes dark with hatred. You didn't think you'd ever seen him this mad before, it actually scared you a bit. You watched as he quickly bent down to pick up Ghostface by the collar, only to this time strike him across the face with his fist. Ghostface's mask came off, falling down on the moss, and he roared in anger. He tried struggling against Caleb's grip, but Caleb grabbed a hold of the spear still in his shoulder, twisting it and pulling it out with brute force. Ghostface screamed again, and Caleb grabbed him and pushed him up against a tree, striking him across the face again with his fist.

"Don't you ever... fucking... touch them again!" he spat between the blows, turning Ghostface's face into a bloody, poor mess.

You had to look away, feeling your stomach turn at the sight of the mauled man. You could hear Caleb hitting him a couple of more times, before a loud thud let you know that Ghostface had fallen down to the ground again. You looked back at the scene, seeing Caleb kick the stalker in the stomach with a last, angry roar, before getting his gun and turning to face you. As soon as he met your eyes, the anger on his face turned to worry.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, quickly walking up to check on you.

You shook your head, still staring at the bloody mess that was Ghostface. You could see him moving slightly, and Caleb grabbed your shoulder and forced you to turn around.

"We have to leave, quickly. We're not supposed to be this far from our realms. She will deal with him."

Then you walked away, Caleb holding you close to him, not letting you look back. You could see the setting sun of Glenvale shine through the trees a bit ahead. Behind you, you heard a rumbling through the trees, followed by Ghostface's terrified scream echoing through the night. Then, silence.

[67-chevy-baby]

Cradle Our Desire

Pairing - Jensen x Reader

Tags - Angst, Language, Implied Smut, Mentions of blood, Vampires, Use of knives, Death, Confessions of love, kissing, and I think that’s it. Let me know if I missed something, and I will tag it. :) 

Word Count -  1,889

Beta - @winecatsandpizza​

Fic Aesthetic - Yours truly

The Song I Chose - Drowning by Radio Company

Written for - @saxxxology​’s Vol 1 Writing Challenge

A/N - There may be a part 2 to this. :) I haven’t decided. Also, I haven’t written in a while due to mental health issues, so please go easy on me... I’m sorry if this sucks. 

“That’s a wrap on Y/N!”

You’d been waiting all day for those five words, no matter how bittersweet they’d be to hear. Immediately, you closed your eyes and released a shaky breath. The emotions of the scene you just acted out still played over and over in your mind as you headed towards your trailer. 

It’s not your trailer anymore … not after today. That single thought lingered in your head for a few moments as you willed yourself to keep your tears at bay. As soon as you climbed the stairs and shut the door, your body gave way and you slid down the wall. The tears you tried so hard to hide finally flowed freely down your cheeks. One of your hands covered your mouth just as you let out a choked sob. 

You knew this day would come. Even the greatest of TV shows couldn’t last forever, and fifteen years was a long time. You’d been a series regular ever since season ten, and it was an honor to work alongside two of the greatest actors of your generation. Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles were phenomenal actors on screen and the most humble of men off-screen. You’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t miss them. 

Your character in the show, Taygen, was a rogue hunter who was working on killing a nest of vampires when she met the brothers. The three of you took care of the vamps and the rest was history. Together you worked like a fine-tuned machine and as much as you hated the thought, it was time to say goodbye to her.

Of course, you knew she wouldn’t go down without a fight. No, Tay wasn’t the kind to stand on the sidelines. She would fight until her last breath to protect the ones she loved, and that’s exactly what she did. The tears kept flowing as your mind drifted to how your final scene played out. 

The pounding of your footfalls echoed through the abandoned warehouse, your hand-crafted knife in your left hand ready to strike. Skidding to a halt, you pressed yourself against the wall to listen for any signs of movement. Sam and Dean had decided that the three of you should split up to cover more ground. You knew they could handle themselves, but something about this hunt just felt … off. 

A loud crash came from the floor above you, and Dean’s yells reverberated off the walls. Panic pricked your skin as you ran as fast as you could up the stairs. Nothing mattered anymore. Not your surroundings, not the vampires, not even God himself could stop you from getting to where Dean was. 

The bottom of your combat boot collided with the rotting wood of the door sending it flying into the room. Dean laid motionless on the floor, one of the vamps hovering over him ready to rip his throat out. 

“Hey! Asshole! Get your filthy hands off him!” The monster turned and narrowed its eyes, its hungry glare turning lethal in an instant before lunging at you. The blade of your knife slashed at the vampire’s chest while your free hand blocked its punches. Just as you were about to finish it off, Dean groaned in pain making you lose focus. “Unngh … Taygen?” The monster knocked your blade from your hand and tossed you into the wall across the room. 

You hit the ground with a sickening thud. Weakly, you pushed yourself up in time to see the vampire turn it’s attention back to the elder Winchester. You knew your ankle was probably broken, but all you could think about was saving Dean. He’d trained you, stayed up with you on nights that you couldn’t sleep, and he’d saved you numerous times when you’d been too reckless. Not to mention that you’d been in love with him since the night you met him and his brother. 

Ignoring the shooting pain in your ankle, you threw your body in front of Dean to shield him from the fatal strike of the Vampire’s razor-sharp teeth. You let out a blood-curdling scream as its fangs pierced the skin of your neck. Even though the monster wasn’t on you for more than a few seconds, the damage was already done. Sam heard your scream and came to yours and Dean’s aid, beheading the vampire with one swipe of his blade. 

Everything felt sluggish around you. The shouts of both the brothers seemed far away as they surrounded you. Dean cursed loudly as Sam ran to get the Impala. “Dammit, Tay! How many times am I gonna have to tell you not to be so reckless!” Your shaky hand came up to rest on his cheek as he held you, your eyes sparkling with tears. “D-Dean … I ... “ He shook his head and swallowed thickly. “Shh, don’t talk sweetheart. Sammy’s goin’ to get the car, and then we’ll take care of you. Cas will heal your ankle, and we’ll get that gash in your neck fixed up in no time.�� 

A lone tear slid down your cheek as you tried to desperately memorize every feature of Dean’s face. His piercing green eyes, those smooth lips, and the collection of freckles scattered all over his flawless skin. “Dean, listen to m-me … I‘m not missin’ my ch-chance to tell you this.” You winced as another stabbing pain shot through your body. “I…” The taste of blood filled your mouth as your vision clouded. You knew you weren’t going to make it out of this alive. “... Love y-you …”

It had taken you months to prepare for that scene. Being killed off wasn’t the problem, no it was the fact that your character had to finally tell Jensen’s character how she felt. Normally, something like this wouldn’t even phase you. Having a character fall in love with another came as part of the job description, and the actors and actresses who portrayed said characters knew how to separate that from real life. The reason all of this was so hard for you was because your character wasn’t the only one in love. 

Once you finally found the strength to get off the floor of your trailer you walked to where your bedroom was and grabbed a pen out of the cup on your nightstand. Whenever your emotions got the better of you, writing in your journal would always help calm you down. Earlier, you’d started an entry about today’s scene, and you wanted to finish it. You opened the top drawer of your dresser and felt your heart drop to your stomach. It was gone. Your journal was gone. Quickly, you racked your brain and remembered you’d brought it with you to set. You’d been writing in it while sitting in the Bunker’s library as you watched Jared and Jensen do a few takes before your final scene. How could you have been so stupid? There was no telling who’d get their hands on it and see all the things you’ve kept secret for so long. 

You tore across the trailer lot as fast as you could towards the set and came to a stop at the Bunker’s entrance. Calmly and quietly you descended the staircase and navigated to the library. All the color drained from your face when your eyes landed on Jensen. He was sitting there intently reading what had to be your latest journal entry. He looked up at you, his face unreadable as his gaze bore into your own. 

“Jay… I… I can explain! I…” He stood and walked towards you, the emotion in his eyes just as intense as they were when Taygen had taken her last breath in Dean’s arms. “Is it true? This...this passage you wrote about me?” You couldn’t look at him anymore, the chipped polish on your nails became your focus as you tried to make your brain form words. “Wh-What are you talking about?” His brow furrowed as he pointed to the page he’d been holding. You stood there frozen as he began to read the very entry you’d hoped he’d never see. 

“Today’s the day … the day I complete my run on the greatest TV show. Not only do I have to say goodbye to Supernatural, but I have to live with not seeing the love of my life every day. Jensen doesn’t know it, but he’s the reason I can still hold my head above water in this line of work. Without him, I’d surely be drowning by now. He can never know how I feel. I can never tell him. I can’t risk my feelings not being reciprocated…”

By the time he was done reading your vision was blurred by your tears. How could you have been so careless? Jensen approached your shaking form and used his index and middle fingers to raise your chin so you were looking into his eyes. “Tell me Y/N, I have to know if this is truly how you feel.” There was no going back. There was no way to get out of this, and you felt yourself slip into fight or flight mode. “Why?! Why does it matter, Jensen? S’not like you’ll ever feel the same way about me! I’m just… just an average girl from the midwest who’s own family disowned her after she refused to follow in their footsteps and do what made me happy. You’ve got everything going for you! You’re fucking perfect in every way, and could have any woman on this planet! You’ve already read my feelings so why torture me and make me say what you already know?!”

Your chest heaved as he looked down at you. His eyes never wavering from your own. The silence around the two of you only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. “You’re not very observant are you, Y/N?” His smirk only angered you more. “What the fuck are you talking about? So, you find out how I feel and the humiliation isn’t enough for you? You gotta insult me too?! Just forget it! I’m leaving with the little dignity I have left!” You ripped your journal from his hand and started towards the staircase, but before you could get to the landing Jensen had you pressed against the wall. 

“Dammit Y/N, just who exactly do you take me for? You think I would hurt someone I love on purpose like that?! Jesus, you’re just as stubborn as Taygen…” You struggled in his hold but stopped the instant his words hit you. He … loved you? Your eyes snapped up to meet his intense gaze, the silent question being answered. “Yes Y/N, I love you. I’ve loved you for a while, but I always thought you didn’t feel the same.” His fingers grazed your cheek and you leaned into it. The anger you felt left your body instantly as he slowly leaned in. “I’m sorry it took so long, but from this moment on, I’m going to show you just how much you mean to me.” 

His kiss sent sparks through your body, igniting a fire you’d never known about until now. His lips never left your skin as he carried you down the Bunker’s hallway, the promises he’d made to you moments before burned in the wake of each kiss he gave.

[etlunainmorte]

💛 I See My Future Before Me 💛

***

“Winter, spring, summer, or fall,

You know all you have to do is call,

And I’ll be there, yeah!

You’ve got a friiieeennnddd!”

“Where did you learn that song, anyway?”

Griffon glanced at you, a strange glint of mischief in his yellow eyes. “Ye really wanna know, huh, sweet pea?” He asked in a low and mysterious kind of tone that made you sweat nervously.

“Yes.” You managed to say, turning away from the demonic bird and focusing on your way instead.

You have just escaped Nero and made your way to the opposite side of the Dreadnought. You were so sure that you were getting close to your goal because the voice that was calling you for the past few hours was actually getting louder. But, somehow, you felt like it wasn’t a good sign, at all. You chose not to mention it to Griffon and, instead, made him sing that one song again.

The bird cleared his throat and spoke in a narrative kind of way. “You see, in one of our travels to America, there was this old lady who kept blasting that song near our tent in endless loops. The next day, V developed an incurable LSS of Carole King. And he passed it on to me.”

You gulped, feeling the blood leave your face. The mere mention of the poet’s name sent you back to your tensed state that you suddenly felt stressed and depressed all over again.

And yet, hearing that he could easily be affected by Last Song Syndrome just like any other normal person,…

… your heart simply ached just thinking about it.

“I shouldn’t have asked that.” You regretfully answered.

“WELL, YA FUCKIN’ ASKED FOR IT!”

All of a sudden, you felt a strange movement on the ground beneath your feet. At first, it was only some kind of a light tremor but, seconds later, it gradually became something that was similar to an earthquake.

You struggled to stay on your feet, waiting for the violent tremors to subside when you heard a cracking noise.

It happened too fast: the ground cracking and splitting, showing the ground beneath the Dreadnought, itself, and letting the strong wind enter the demonic mechanism.

And in utter horror, you saw, and realized, that ShiShi had actually took off, bringing you thousands of miles off the ground, away from the city and from the rest of the commissioned Devil Hunters who were still fighting the massive horde below.

“Oh, no,…” you muttered, feeling sick due to the height.

“Watch out!” Griffon shrieked as he took hold of your arm to keep yourself from plummeting to the ground. He pulled you with enough force and made you stumble backwards, safe and away from the edge.

“Thanks.” You said, eyes wide with shock and disbelief.

“Look over there!” The bird gestured at the other end of the room with his wing, pointing at an indistinguishable dark mass that suddenly appeared from a corner.

“Another Demon?” You questioned as you carefully stood.

“I don’t want to find out.” The bird answered in both dismay and fatigue, still feeling the stress of his battle against the shape shifter half an hour earlier.

The dark mass stayed there across the room for a brief moment, until it slowly gained height, trembling and glowing with strange blue and crimson lights as it did so.

“What’s happening?” You uttered nervously as you drew your rapier in response to its erratic movement.

Griffon narrowed his eyes at it, realizing in an instant the nature of the enemy you two were going to deal with. “I have a hunch.”

“What is it?”

“Ah,… (Y/N)?”

“Yes?” You replied, turning to the bird with furrowed eyebrows.

“If I die here, promise me you’ll run away from here as fast as you can.”

Your eyes widened and your heart felt like it abruptly stopped beating. You fully turned towards the familiar, feeling confusion, worry, and fear for him.

“What are you talking about? We’re partners! We’re gonna get through this!”

“No! YOU’RE gonna get through this! Not me!”

“Stop saying that! You can’t even die! You just turn into an orb thing!”

“Not this time, (Y/N).”

That sounded really bad. Griffon was calling you by your name and not by the nickname he gave you.

He was dead serious.

You looked back at the mass as it slowly morphed into a kind of creature that resembled a human figure, then back at the demonic bird.

“Please, stop making jokes.” You pleaded, wishing and praying for some kind of miracle to save Griffon from whatever he was talking about.

“STOP BEING SO STUBBORN, WOMAN! Look, I’ am not the only one who gained additional abilities during our travels with V. Shadow did, too!”

“Shadow?” You stammered, unable to believe what you just heard. You glanced back at the dark mass and noticed, in total fear, how it successfully morphed into a beautiful human girl with different colored - eyes: the right one blue and the left one crimson.

And she was looking at you with those empty eyes, like she felt nothing for you, at all,…

“Yeah, and she’s out to kill us,…” the bird calmly said as he flew, positioning himself between you and the other familiar. “Play your cards well, (Y/N). I’ll buy you enough time to escape.”

“I JUST CAN’T LEAVE YOU HERE! I WON’T ALLOW YOU TO MURDER EACH OTHER!”

“FUCK! STOB BEING ANNOYING FOR ONCE, WILL YA?! AND GROW THE FUCK UP!”

“GRIFFON, DON’T DO THIS! PLEASE!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Griffon screamed as he hastily grabbed your shoulders with his talons and threw you away from the room just in time when Shadow closed the distance between her and him with horrifying speed, simultaneously morphing into a mass of black liquid that engulfed the bird.

You looked behind you and saw the two clashing against each other - Shadow trying to dominate and imprison Griffon, and Griffon releasing powerful electric currents that sometimes freezes Shadow.

You winced in pain at the sight of the two, thinking of the times they were still the best of pals - partners of V who protected him at all costs.

But, Griffon made his choice, and that was to protect you against Shadow and the poet, himself. He broke his contract with V and followed you despite knowing that he’ll pay with his life for his actions.

Despite everything, Griffon, the demonic bird, chose to follow his instincts in the face of great danger and remained loyal to them.

You stood up, still hearing the painful battle near you and took a step forward,…

“HOW ABOUT BEATING SOME SENSE INTO SHAKESPEARE INSTEAD, HUH, YOU OVERSIZED KITTEN?!” Griffon quipped as he dodged another set of arrows that Shadow threw at him. “BECAUSE KILLING THAT ANNOYING CHICK DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE, AT ALL!”

Shadow morphed back into a human girl and hissed angrily at him.

“Eurgh, still can’t speak, eh?” Griffon insulted as he prepared for another attack. He released a streak of blinding electricity that landed on the ground in the shape of a V.

Shadow, still in the form of a little girl, went down on all fours, charged forward, and dodged the moving currents, successfully evading them. She was about to scratch Griffon with her long and deadly claws when she suddenly stopped. Her shoulders slumped, and she slightly opened her mouth in total bewilderment.

Then, it came: a veil of white light that crawled on the ground and took hold of Shadow’s feet. Another wave of this veil - like light rapidly crawled on the ground and made her scream, covering her ears as if something was shattering her eardrums.

Like that one time with the Electric Furies when they became deaf due to an unknown force.

“What in the - ?” Griffon muttered as he turned to the left and saw you standing before them. “YOU STUPID - I TOLD YOU TO ESCAPE!”

“I can’t let my friends die like this.” You declared, shaking your head in defiance. “Not today.”

You held up your shield and pressed a button on the neck, making a long steel spike protrude out of its endpin. The steel spike extended and reached the ground, piercing the moist, fleshy soil.

“You’ve been a very bad kitty.” You told Shadow as she noticed you. She charged towards you, animal instincts and all, with the pure intention of fatally wounding you.

You knew she would do it, she was just so predictable. With an ounce of both courage and guilt, you drew your rapier and practically slammed it against the four steel strings of the shield, making the it vibrate. A form of electricity ran through the steel spike down to the ground where it connected, sending the same veil of light towards Shadow and making her howl in pain.

Griffon, who can’t hear the awful sound coming from the shield, at all, flew to where you were and witnessed how Shadow started writhing in unbelievable pain.

“Stay with me.” You instructed the bird as you held the rapier up once more, instantly ending Shadow’s torture. She noticed this and made another effort to charge at you.

However, you were much faster as you slammed the rapier against the strings again but, this time, you did it twice. The veil of light that crawled towards V’s familiar became bigger, engulfing the creature, imprisoning it, and making it writhe even more in pain.

“I’m sorry, girl,…” You whispered, feeling the ache in your heart for the cat as you raised the rapier for the third time. “Chickee, get behind me!”

“AYE!” Griffon obeyed as he took hold of your shoulders tightly.

Seeing that the bird was safe, you brought down the rapier against the strings for the last time, swiped it across like a real bow to a violin, and waved the weapon. Electric currents ran all over the shield, and a second later, it radiated a blinding kind of light that engulfed the whole, dismal room. After that, a strong form of hot light blasted from the shield and made its way towards Shadow, making her human form collapse.

But, she was very steadfast. She made one last effort to attack you, reaching out a murderous claw until she finally stopped, her body morphing back to her feline form but, only smaller.

When the blinding light subsided, you pressed the button on the neck of the shield, retracting the steel spike. You took hold of your weapons with one hand as you strode towards Shadow, who was reduced to the form of a tiny, helpless kitten.

“Aww, ain’t ya the cutest?!” Griffon squeaked at the sight of the mewling and trembling familiar.

You grabbed the familiar by her nape with your free hand and looked straight into her blue and crimson eyes.

“Yeah. The cutest troublemaker.” You answered as you carried her close to your stomach to make her warm.

“I can’t believe it! We defeated Shadow’s lethal form!” Griffon screeched in delight. “Eh, (Y/N)?”

“Hmm?”

“Why did ya stay? You could’ve escaped like what Shakespeare and I always do.”

You chuckled at what he just confessed. “You, running away from the enemy? I thought you’re better than that.”

“You see, it’s always better to run away! Shakespeare and I like to exist, you know. So, we escaped a lot of trouble and refused to die like heroes!”

“Oh but, you chose to be heroic earlier.”

If demonic birds could even become flustered, you were sure that Griffon would be so red in the face at that moment.

“W - we, I mean, I CHANGED! Got a problem with that?!”

“And what changed you?”

All of a sudden, the entity’s words went back to Griffon like it was only yesterday.

And to be perfectly honest, he held onto those words and owned it like a personal mantra of some sort.

It helped him see through the lies of that Fleminger person.

And it made him realize who he really was without the help of V.

“Don’t ask!” The bird grumpily lied. “And don’t think it’s because of you!”

You chuckled in response, making the bird squawk in annoyance.

“I stayed because that’s what friends do.” You answered, making the bird stop being loud. “They got each other’s backs and protect each other.”

There was silence for a brief moment, and when the avian familiar spoke once more, you were absolutely sure that you just heard tears from his voice.

“V never told me I’m his friend.” He confessed quietly.

“Eh? I thought you sang You’ve Got A Friend together?”

“Duh, that’s just an empty song.”

“And you clearly don’t know what it means.”

You cleared your throat as you cradled Shadow closer to your chest. And without shame and hesitation, you sang,

“You just call out my name,

And you know wherever I’ am,

I’ll come running to see you again.”

Griffon took this as a cue and sang along with you with the only lines he actually knew.

“Winter, spring, summer, or fall

All you have to do is call,

And I’ll be there, yes I will,

‘Cause you’ve got a friend.”

“Wow, you don’t sound like a cat in heat anymore. But, you still sound awful!”

“I tried,…”

“Friends, it is.” The bird bashfully informed you as he proudly spread his wings.

“Huh? I thought we’re friends already!”

“No, we’re not. I don’t have annoying friends.”

“Pff,…”

As you were about to make your way to another section of the Dreadnought in search for that voice, you felt something crawl beneath your feet. You turned around just in time when a dark spike rose from the ground.

“(Y/N)!” Griffon shrieked as he shielded you from the spike,…

… only for his heart to be pierced by it.

Your eyes wide with fear and your jaw dropped in shock and disbelief, you helplessly watched as the black sentient spike split into two and practically ripped Griffon’s body apart, splattering his guts and demonic blood on your face and on the ground.

“G - g -grif,…” you stuttered as the spike then took hold of the defenseless bird’s limp talons.

But, despite all that pain, you noticed that he, your friend, was still alive,…

“A - ah,… I - i,…”

“T - this,…” Griffon wheezed, the life and vitality from his once gloriously gorgeous golden eyes slowly vanishing. “… is what f - friends are f - for,…”

With an unbelievable force, the pair of spikes threw Griffon to the edge of the room towards the gaping hole that was made earlier due to the sudden quake. You watched in horror as the lifeless body of the once majestic demon bird fall from the Dreadnought, never to be seen again.

Still incapable of speech, you collapsed on the ground, feeling weak in the knees and sick in the stomach. That’s when Shadow the kitten turned into a little volley of spikes on your arms without warning, wounding you. She, then, jumped away from you and merged with the pair of spikes that retreated back to the ground.

You saw the ground pulsate with its movements, and when you caught sight of it once more as it rose from the ground just over the gaping hole, your eyes widened in fear as the spikes merged with the same human form of the Shadow you faced earlier.

But, this time, the familiar took a more menacing and intimidating look - a dark female knight that stood almost seven feet - tall, the same height as your entity of light.

And, just behind her, was the man himself,…

“Such a waste of great power.” You heard the man as he emerged from the shadows, joining his familiar and tauntingly slamming his cane against his left hand. “Death is a fitting punishment for traitors such as that.”

And he spoke of the loyal familiar as if he was nothing to him!

Griffon - who saved him multiple times and stayed with him before all this happened!

You really wanted to speak out, to lash out at the man who Griffon considered to be a real partner, perhaps a friend, even. But then, your heart just couldn’t take it. Your breathing became even more labored, making you struggle with the air you inhale. You actually started to panic as soon as you realized that the man commanded Shadow to morph into a bridge for him so that he could make his way towards you.

“I’m so glad that my,… little wanderer,… answered my call.” V told you in his seductively silken and low voice as he carefully started to walk. Playing with his metal cane and twirling it, he successfully managed to cross the dark bridge that Shadow made and stopped right in front of you. “Now, if memory serves me right, you promised to protect me at all cost.”

Stop,…

“And that you will always be there when I,… need you.”

Enough,…

“Oh, and, you,… liked me,… yes?”

Please,…

“Now,…” V drawled lazily, tilting his head to the side and showing you his grin. “… I actually want you. No. I need you. Right now.”

You looked up at him with such fury in your eyes.

That’s when you saw,…

… his face, his skin,…

… he’s,…

… falling apart.

V,… was dying.

“What do you say?” The words just rolled out of the poet’s lips like nothing happened.

Like he didn’t hurt you, at all.

Like he didn’t even murder Griffon.

“…”

“Pardon me, for I cannot hear you.” V taunted as he slammed his metal cane on the ground. “You must speak. Louder.”

“NO!” You screamed as you swiftly brought your shield down to the ground, making it radiate with the same blinding light like the one from earlier.

V shielded his eyes from the sudden onslaught, and when the light subsided, he noticed that you were already gone.

The poet chuckled.

“You know you can’t escape me.” He insidiously called out to you at the top of his lungs.

You were fortunate that V didn’t see you as you made your way outside the room, running at full speed towards who knew where. You felt a strange kind of pain on your right arm, and when you looked at it, you noticed that Griffon’s contract markings were slowly disappearing, leaving behind some ugly black traces like an age - old scar.

You looked away from your arm, letting your tears fall.

He’s only in stalemate state, right?! You helplessly thought as you aimlessly ran. He’s not really dead, right? He’ll come back to me, right?

The thoughts of your true friend and the sheer denial for what just happened to him made you awfully sick in both mind and body.

You knew deep within your heart that Griffon would no longer return, and that you were fast approaching the moment of your own demise.

All of a sudden, the visions of the white haired man came back to you, of you having a picnic with him, of him playing the violin for you,…

… of you two building a family together.

Lies! They were all,…

… just huge, fucking lies!

You covered your mouth as you sobbed uncontrollably, finding it difficult to believe that the entity inside you, which you have trusted for so long, has given you false dreams of a perfect life and family and actually led you to this very moment of complete darkness and hopelessness,…

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XXIII

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Dante watched the Executioner as it fell on the ground, its incredible mass making the ground tremble.

As soon as he realized that the enemy could no longer breathe, the Legendary Devil Hunter allowed himself to collapse on the ground, fatigue, thirst, and hunger all taking a toll on his body.

With heavy breaths, he held up his broken right arm. It got injured a while ago as the Executioner slammed his massive weapon made of wood against it, making Dante fly across the room and breaking said arm in the process.

The man, then, clicked his tongue in annoyance, wincing in pain at the same time as he felt the awful sensation in his heavily wounded legs.

“Oh, man!” Dante exclaimed helplessly.

And who could blame him? The enemies inside Shinano Musashi were just too strong. In fact, stronger than the enemies he faced in the past. It was like the demonic mechanism was giving them power and amplifying them, giving them strange mutations and making them even more dangerous.

He can’t do it like this. He must destroy the Dreadnought, itself. This endless demonic onslaught would never end unless,…

Dante stopped musing for a while as one random thought came to him.

He took out his Rebellion, or what’s left of it after Urizen knocked him out that day, and took a good long look at it.

“If the Yamato could separate man from Demon,…” he asked himself as he glanced at the intricate carvings of the sword. “Then, what about the Rebellion?”

At the sound of his voice, some more Demons that were bigger and more dangerous than the Executioner came forward, all blood lust and violence, longing to end him.

“You never give me a break, do you?!” The man quipped as he hastily stood up, already feeling his injuries heal.

He had to kill them all and get to you as fast as he could.

He came forward, holding the sword up and pointing it at his mid - section.

Now, if his deductions were right regarding the Yamato and the Rebellion, then,…

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🖤 I See My Future Before Me 🖤

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XXIII

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"Winter, spring, summer, or fall,

You know all you have to do is call,

And I'll be there, yeah!

You've got a friiieeennnddd!"

"Where did you learn that song, anyway?"

Griffon glanced at you, a strange glint of mischief in his yellow eyes. "Ye really wanna know, huh, sweet pea?" He asked in a low and mysterious kind of tone that made you sweat nervously.

"Yes." You managed to say, turning away from the demonic bird and focusing on your way instead.

You have just escaped Nero and made your way to the opposite side of the Dreadnought. You were so sure that you were getting close to your goal because the voice that was calling you for the past few hours was actually getting louder. But, somehow, you felt like it wasn't a good sign, at all. You chose not to mention it to Griffon and, instead, made him sing that one song again.

The bird cleared his throat and spoke in a narrative kind of way. "You see, in one of our travels to America, there was this old lady who kept blasting that song near our tent in endless loops. The next day, V developed an incurable LSS of Carole King. And he passed it on to me."

You gulped, feeling the blood leave your face. The mere mention of the poet's name sent you back to your tensed state that you suddenly felt stressed and depressed all over again.

And yet, hearing that he could easily be affected by Last Song Syndrome just like any other normal person,...

... your heart simply ached just thinking about it.

"I shouldn't have asked that." You regretfully answered.

"WELL, YA FUCKIN' ASKED FOR IT!"

All of a sudden, you felt a strange movement on the ground beneath your feet. At first, it was only some kind of a light tremor but, seconds later, it gradually became something that was similar to an earthquake.

You struggled to stay on your feet, waiting for the violent tremors to subside when you heard a cracking noise.

It happened too fast: the ground cracking and splitting, showing the ground beneath the Dreadnought, itself, and letting the strong wind enter the demonic mechanism.

And in utter horror, you saw, and realized, that ShiShi had actually took off, bringing you thousands of miles off the ground, away from the city and from the rest of the commissioned Devil Hunters who were still fighting the massive horde below.

"Oh, no,..." you muttered, feeling sick due to the height.

"Watch out!" Griffon shrieked as he took hold of your arm to keep yourself from plummeting to the ground. He pulled you with enough force and made you stumble backwards, safe and away from the edge.

"Thanks." You said, eyes wide with shock and disbelief.

"Look over there!" The bird gestured at the other end of the room with his wing, pointing at an indistinguishable dark mass that suddenly appeared from a corner.

"Another Demon?" You questioned as you carefully stood.

"I don't want to find out." The bird answered in both dismay and fatigue, still feeling the stress of his battle against the shapeshifter half an hour earlier.

The dark mass stayed there across the room for a brief moment, until it slowly gained height, trembling and glowing with strange blue and crimson lights as it did so.

"What's happening?" You uttered nervously as you drew your rapier in response to its erratic movement.

Griffon narrowed his eyes at it, realizing in an instant the nature of the enemy you two were going to deal with. "I have a hunch."

"What is it?"

"Ah,... (Y/N)?"

"Yes?" You replied, turning to the bird with furrowed eyebrows.

"If I die here, promise me you'll run away from here as fast as you can."

Your eyes widened and your heart felt like it abruptly stopped beating. You fully turned towards the familiar, feeling confusion, worry, and fear for him.

"What are you talking about? We're partners! We're gonna get through this!"

"No! YOU'RE gonna get through this! Not me!"

"Stop saying that! You can't even die! You just turn into an orb thing!"

"Not this time, (Y/N)."

That sounded really bad. Griffon was calling you by your name and not by the nickname he gave you.

He was dead serious.

You looked back at the mass as it slowly morphed into a kind of creature that resembled a human figure, then back at the demonic bird.

"Please, stop making jokes." You pleaded, wishing and praying for some kind of miracle to save Griffon from whatever he was talking about.

"STOP BEING SO STUBBORN, WOMAN! Look, I' am not the only one who gained additional abilities during our travels with V. Shadow did, too!"

"Shadow?" You stammered, unable to believe what you just heard. You glanced back at the dark mass and noticed, in total fear, how it succesfully morphed into a beautiful human girl with different colored - eyes: the right one blue and the left one crimson.

And she was looking at you with those empty eyes, like she felt nothing for you, at all,...

"Yeah, and she's out to kill us,..." the bird calmy said as he flew, positioning himself between you and the other familiar. "Play your cards well, (Y/N). I'll buy you enough time to escape."

"I JUST CAN'T LEAVE YOU HERE! I WON'T ALLOW YOU TO MURDER EACH OTHER!"

"FUCK! STOB BEING ANNOYING FOR ONCE, WILL YA?! AND GROW THE FUCK UP!"

"GRIFFON, DON'T DO THIS! PLEASE!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Griffon screamed as he hastily grabbed your shoulders with his talons and threw you away from the room just in time when Shadow closed the distance between her and him with horrifying speed, simultaneously morphing into a mass of black liquid that engulfed the bird.

You looked behind you and saw the two clashing against each other - Shadow trying to dominate and imprison Griffon, and Griffon releasing powerful electric currents that sometimes freezes Shadow.

You winced in pain at the sight of the two, thinking of the times they were still the best of pals - partners of V who protected him at all costs.

But, Griffon made his choice, and that was to protect you against Shadow and the poet, himself. He broke his contract with V and followed you despite knowing that he'll pay with his life for his actions.

Despite everything, Griffon, the demonic bird, chose to follow his instincts in the face of great danger and remained loyal to them.

You stood up, still hearing the painful battle near you and took a step forward,...

"HOW ABOUT BEATING SOME SENSE INTO SHAKESPEARE INSTEAD, HUH, YOU OVERSIZED KITTEN?!" Griffon quiped as he dodged another set of arrows that Shadow threw at him. "BECAUSE KILLING THAT ANNOYING CHICK DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE, AT ALL!"

Shadow morphed back into a human girl and hissed angrily at him.

"Eurgh, still can't speak, eh?" Griffon insulted as he prepared for another attack. He released a streak of blinding electricity that landed on the ground in the shape of a V.

Shadow, still in the form of a little girl, went down on all fours, charged forward, and dodged the moving currents, succesfully evading them. She was about to scratch Griffon with her long and deadly claws when she suddenly stopped. Her shoulders slumped, and she slightly opened her mouth in total bewilderment.

Then, it came: a veil of white light that crawled on the ground and took hold of Shadow's feet. Another wave of this veil - like light rapidly crawled on the ground and made her scream, covering her ears as if something was shattering her eardrums.

Like that one time with the Electric Furies when they became deaf due to an unknown force.

"What in the - ?" Griffon muttered as he turned to the left and saw you standing before them. "YOU STUPID - I TOLD YOU TO ESCAPE!"

"I can't let my friends die like this." You declared, shaking your head in defiance. "Not today."

You held up your shield and pressed a button on the neck, making a long steel spike protrude out of its endpin. The steel spike extended and reached the ground, piercing the moist, fleshy soil.

"You've been a very bad kitty." You told Shadow as she noticed you. She charged towards you, animal instincts and all, with the pure intention of fatally wounding you.

You knew she would do it, she was just so predictable. With an ounce of both courage and guilt, you drew your rapier and practically slammed it against the four steel strings of the shield, making the it vibrate. A form of electricity ran through the steel spike down to the ground where it connected, sending the same veil of light towards Shadow and making her howl in pain.

Griffon, who can't hear the awful sound coming from the shield, at all, flew to where you were and witnessed how Shadow started writhing in unbelievable pain.

"Stay with me." You instructed the bird as you held the rapier up once more, instantly ending Shadow's torture. She noticed this and made another effort to charge at you.

However, you were much faster as you slammed the rapier against the strings again but, this time, you did it twice. The veil of light that crawled towards V's familiar became bigger, engulfing the creature, inprisoning it, and making it writhe even more in pain.

"I'm sorry, girl,..." You whispered, feeling the ache in your heart for the cat as you raised the rapier for the third time. "Chickee, get behind me!"

"AYE!" Griffon obeyed as he took hold of your shoulders tightly.

Seeing that the bird was safe, you brought down the rapier against the strings for the last time, swiped it across like a real bow to a violin, and waved the weapon. Electric currents ran all over the shield, and a second later, it radiated a blinding kind of light that engulfed the whole, dismal room. After that, a strong form of hot light blasted from the shield and made its way towards Shadow, making her human form collapse.

But, she was very steadfast. She made one last effort to attack you, reaching out a murderous claw until she finally stopped, her body morphing back to her feline form but, only smaller.

When the blinding light subsided, you pressed the button on the neck of the shield, retracting the steel spike. You took hold of your weapons with one hand as you strode towards Shadow, who was reduced to the form of a tiny, helpless kitten.

"Aww, ain't ya the cutest?!" Griffon squeeked at the sight of the mewling and trembling familiar.

You grabbed the familiar by her nape with your free hand and looked straight into her blue and crimson eyes.

"Yeah. The cutest troublemaker." You answered as you carried her close to your stomach to make her warm.

"I can't believe it! We defeated Shadow's lethal form!" Griffon screeched in delight. "Eh, (Y/N)?"

"Hmm?"

"Why did ya stay? You could've escaped like what Shakespeare and I always do."

You chuckled at what he just confessed. "You, running away from the enemy? I thought you're better than that."

"You see, it's always better to run away! Shakespeare and I like to exist, you know. So, we escaped a lot of trouble and refused to die like heroes!"

"Oh but, you chose to be heroic earlier."

If demonic birds could even become flustered, you were sure that Griffon would be so red in the face at that moment.

"W - we, I mean, I CHANGED! Got a problem with that?!"

"And what changed you?"

All of a sudden, the entity's words went back to Griffon like it was only yesterday.

And to be perfectly honest, he held onto those words and owned it like a personal mantra of some sort.

It helped him see through the lies of that Fleminger person.

And it made him realize who he really was without the help of V.

"Don't ask!" The bird grumpily lied. "And don't think it's because of you!"

You chuckled in response, making the bird squawk in annoyance.

"I stayed because that's what friends do." You answered, making the bird stop being loud. "They got each other's backs and protect each other."

There was silence for a brief moment, and when the avian familiar spoke once more, you were absolutely sure that you just heard tears from his voice.

"V never told me I'm his friend." He confessed quietly.

"Eh? I thought you sang You've Got A Friend together?"

"Duh, that's just an empty song."

"And you clearly don't know what it means."

You cleared your throat as you cradled Shadow closer to your chest. And without shame and hesitation, you sang,

"You just call out my name,

And you know wherever I' am,

I'll come running to see you again."

Griffon took this as a cue and sang along with you with the only lines he actually knew.

"Winter, spring, summer, or fall

All you have to do is call,

And I'll be there, yes I will,

'Cause you've got a friend."

"Wow, you don't sound like a cat in heat anymore. But, you still sound awful!"

"I tried,..."

"Friends, it is." The bird bashfully informed you as he proudly spread his wings.

"Huh? I thought we're friends already!"

"No, we're not. I don't have annoying friends."

"Pff,..."

As you were about to make your way to another section of the Dreadnought in search for that voice, you felt something crawl beneath your feet. You turned around just in time when a dark spike rose from the ground.

"(Y/N)!" Griffon shrieked as he shielded you from the spike,...

... only for his heart to be pierced by it.

Your eyes wide with fear and your jaw dropped in shock and disbelief, you helplessly watched as the black sentient spike split into two and practically ripped Griffon's body apart, splattering his guts and demonic blood on your face and on the ground.

"G - g -grif,..." you stuttered as the spike then took hold of the defenseless bird's limp talons.

But, despite all that pain, you noticed that he, your friend, was still alive,...

"A - ah,... I - i,..."

"T - this,..." Griffon wheezed, the life and vitality from his once gloriously gorgeous golden eyes slowly vanishing. "... is what f - friends are f - for,..."

With an unbelievable force, the pair of spikes threw Griffon to the edge of the room towards the gaping hole that was made earlier due to the sudden quake. You watched in horror as the lifeless body of the once majestic demon bird fall from the Dreadnought, never to be seen again.

Still incapable of speech, you collapsed on the ground, feeling weak in the knees and sick in the stomach. That's when Shadow the kitten turned into a little volley of spikes on your arms without warning, wounding you. She, then, jumped away from you and merged with the pair of spikes that retreated back to the ground.

You saw the ground pulsate with its movements, and when you caught sight of it once more as it rose from the ground just over the gaping hole, your eyes widened in fear as the spikes merged with the same human form of the Shadow you faced earlier.

But, this time, the familiar took a more menacing and intimidating look - a dark female knight that stood almost seven feet - tall, the same height as your entity of light.

And, just behind her, was the man himself,...

"Such a waste of great power." You heard the man as he emerged from the shadows, joining his familiar and tauntingly slamming his cane against his left hand. "Death is a fitting punishment for traitors such as that."

And he spoke of the loyal familiar as if he was nothing to him!

Griffon - who saved him mulitiple times and stayed with him before all this happened!

You really wanted to speak out, to lash out at the man who Griffon considered to be a real partner, perhaps a friend, even. But then, your heart just couldn't take it. Your breathing became even more labored, making you struggle with the air you inhale. You actually started to panic as soon as you realized that the man commanded Shadow to morph into a bridge for him so that he could make his way towards you.

"I'm so glad that my,... little wanderer,... answered my call." V told you in his seductively silken and low voice as he carefully started to walk. Playing with his metal cane and twirling it, he succesfully managed to cross the dark bridge that Shadow made and stopped right in front of you. "Now, if memory serves me right, you promised to protect me at all cost."

Stop,...

"And that you will always be there when I,... need you."

Enough,...

"Oh, and, you,... liked me,... yes?"

Please,...

"Now,..." V drawled lazily, tilting his head to the side and showing you his grin. "... I actually want you. No. I need you. Right now."

You looked up at him with such fury in your eyes.

That's when you saw,...

... his face, his skin,...

... he's,...

... falling apart.

V,... was dying.

"What do you say?" The words just rolled out of the poet's lips like nothing happened.

Like he didn't hurt you, at all.

Like he didn't even murder Griffon.

"..."

"Pardon me, for I cannot hear you." V taunted as he slammed his metal cane on the ground. "You must speak. Louder."

"NO!" You screamed as you swiflty brought your shield down to the ground, making it radiate with the same blinding light like the one from earlier.

V shielded his eyes from the sudden onslaught, and when the light subsided, he noticed that you were already gone.

The poet chuckled.

"You know you can't escape me." He insidiously called out to you at the top of his lungs.

You were fortunate that V didn't see you as you made your way outside the room, running at full speed towards who knew where. You felt a strange kind of pain on your right arm, and when you looked at it, you noticed that Griffon's contract markings were slowly disappearing, leaving behind some ugly black traces like an age - old scar.

You looked away from your arm, letting your tears fall.

He's only in stalemate state, right?! You helplessly thought as you aimlessly ran. He's not really dead, right? He'll come back to me, right?

The thoughts of your true friend and the sheer denial for what just happened to him made you awfully sick in both mind and body.

You knew deep within your heart that Griffon would no longer return, and that you were fast approaching the moment of your own demise.

All of a sudden, the visions of the white haired man came back to you, of you having a picnic with him, of him playing the violin for you,...

... of you two building a family together.

Lies! They were all,...

... just huge, fucking lies!

You covered your mouth as you sobbed uncontrollably, finding it difficult to believe that the entity inside you, which you have trusted for so long, has given you false dreams of a perfect life and family and actually led you to this very moment of complete darkness and hopelessness,...

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Dante watched the Executioner as it fell on the ground, its incredible mass making the ground tremble.

As soon as he realized that the enemy could no longer breathe, the Legendary Devil Hunter allowed himself to collapse on the ground, fatigue, thirst, and hunger all taking a toll on his body.

With heavy breaths, he held up his broken right arm. It got injured a while ago as the Executioner slammed his massive weapon made of wood against it, making Dante fly across the room and breaking said arm in the process.

The man, then, clicked his tongue in annoyance, wincing in pain at the same time as he felt the awful sensation in his heavily wounded legs.

"Oh, man!" Dante exclaimed helplessly.

And who could blame him? The enemies inside Shinano Musashi were just too strong. In fact, stronger than the enemies he faced in the past. It was like the demonic mechanism was giving them power and amplifying them, giving them strange mutations and making them even more dangerous.

He can't do it like this. He must destroy the Dreadnought, itself. This endless demonic onslaught would never end unless,...

Dante stopped musing for a while as one random thought came to him.

He took out his Rebellion, or what's left of it after Urizen knocked him out that day, and took a good long look at it.

"If the Yamato could separate man from Demon,..." he asked himself as he glanced at the intricate carvings of the sword. "Then, what about the Rebellion?"

At the sound of his voice, some more Demons that were bigger and more dangerous than the Executioner came forward, all blood lust and violence, longing to end him.

"You never give me a break, do you?!" The man quipped as he hastily stood up, already feeling his injuries heal.

He had to kill them all and get to you as fast as he could.

He came forward, holding the sword up and pointing it at his mid - section.

Now, if his deductions were right regarding the Yamato and the Rebellion, then,...

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[savemefromanepicoftimewasted]

Fairytales Don’t Exist

Bucky Barnes X Reader Y/N’s hands pulled me up from the water, cupping my shoulders as i coughed.  When had i slipped beneath the water?  Everything felt so numb, i couldn’t move my legs or my arms, almost as if i had become entirely paralyzed.

a/n:this is an angst fest through and through, you’ve been warned

Bucky always assumed that life would eventually get better for him, after everything with Hydra of course.  Steve had managed to find him and break him of the curse that kept him locked away.  It was going great for a while, he was doing better.  Or he thought he was at least.  The sudden halt came in the form of Destiny Thompson, the one person who managed to make Bucky Barnes flustered.  She was stunning, no she was drop dead gorgeous.  Bucky did what he always did, he tried to be as polite as his brainwashed mind would let him.  It worked for a while, keeping him at ease until it wasn’t working anymore.  After all, fairytales don’t exist in the real world.

Bucky’s P.O.V

She was looking his way again, her eyes never hid the way she absolutely adored him.  And who was I to judge?  They were perfect for one another, something I would never have, something i wanted.  It was no surprise that Dot was friendly with everyone in the compound, she was practically a walking ray of sunshine.  Natasha was one of the first people to notice her longing for the Captain.  Watching how her eyes would brighten whenever Steve glanced over at where she sat. I couldn’t stand to be in the same room as the two of them for longer than five minutes, choosing to eat my dinner somewhere else.  Steve noticed it right away, asking me to come down when everyone was at the table, how could i tell him the truth though?  That the very woman i was so attached to didn’t want anything to do with me.  She wanted the man that had a heart of gold, someone that wasn’t tainted like myself.  Scars that would never truly go away, a mind that was corrupted from the moment they stepped foot in the world. God the nightmares that tore through my skull each and every night were more vivid, cascading me into a hell that no one should ever be put through.  I wasn’t like a normal person though, i deserved to be put through the torture my mind could conjure up.  Faces of my friends, enemies, calling out as my knife tore through their bodies.  Their cries falling onto deaf ears, blood coating my fingers. “I’d rather be alone, if that’s alright” I didn’t bother to look at Steve to know that he was frowning, it had been a constant feature on his face as of late. “Buck, what’s going on?” Steve sat down across from me, eyebrows furrowed. “Steve, just leave it alone” How could i fight him on this?  He was never one to give up without doing all he could. Dot stood in the doorway, a silent question in her eyes as Steve looked over at her.  I didn’t stick around after that, choosing to head back to my room where i could be alone.  No one would bother me, not even Sam who had made it his life mission to get under my skin.  Tony had given me permission to cut myself off from everyone whenever it was needed.  Nothing worse than letting the Soldier take over and becoming unable to control myself. Missions were my only true escape anymore, able to get away from everyone in the compound so i could just let loose.  Gunning down agents that couldn’t even react before a bullet pierced their skull.  Files were transferred before Tony could even blink, piling up and giving him more information than anyone could handle.  Until i was back at the compound, sleeping in my room, the nightmares coming back full force. “Mr. Barnes, have you been sleeping well?” The voice sounded so familiar, where had i heard it before? “I haven’t” I grumbled lowly, afraid to speak any louder and break the comforting silence. “You’re needed on a mission, someone has stuck their nose where it doesn’t belong” His lips pulled up into a look of disgust. I nodded slowly, someone needed to be taken care of, and i was the man for the job. The file was placed into my lap, the names Staring back as i read them over and over again.  Steve Rogers, Anthony Stark, Samuel Wilson, Natalia Romanov, and a name i didn’t recognize at all.  Y/N Y/L/N.  Why did that name matter?  She seemed like a no name person, someone that would be easy to get rid of. The gun felt weightless in my hand, the sounds of their screams echoing in my mind as each and everyone of their lives were taken away.  I was doing my job, what i was sent to do. “Bucky!  You have to break out of this!” The man, Steve, was pleading with me.  He stared over at the woman i had tied up, her lifeless body slumped over in the chair. “You shouldn’t of gone where they didn’t want you to be” My lips pulled into a smile, grip tightening on the gun as i pulled the trigger. My body lunged up from the bed, sweat dripping down my chest as i struggled to catch my breath.  The nightmare felt so real, as if i had taken the gun and ended the lives of the people around me so easily, carelessly.  How could i let myself be so blind to all of this?  To assume that i had my life under control.  So ignorant and stupid, utterly fucking stupid. I reached for the book on my bedside, grabbing the worn out cover that had slowly begun falling apart.  Steve had given it to me as a present, it was one of the only things that really kept my grounded anymore.  Before i could even begin the reading the book i could most likely recite word for word a noise caught my attention.   Who else was up at this hour?  It was nearing four in the morning, and the only other person who would usually be up was Nat, and her room was below my own.  The only person that was close enough was...Steve.  Of course, she was in the room with him. “Steve, he’s gonna hear us” Her giggle was muffled by the wall, but it tore at my heart nonetheless. “He fell asleep a couple hours ago, I’m sure he won’t” Steve’s voice sounded far away, almost as if he was talking through a tunnel. The room became silent for a few seconds, until the most dreaded noise i would ever hope to hear began to seep into my very bones.  They were in bed together, their bodies clashing with one another as they chased their release.  His name slipping through her lips, her name echoing in his moans. I wanted to cry, to scream, to do something besides sit and listen to the very thing that sealed my fate.

2 Weeks Later The mission was supposed to be simple, get inside the building, get the necessary information and get out before anyone notices what happened.  Only, that isn’t how life always plans itself out.  There are times where you hope for the best, and nothing but the worst happens as you struggle.  Outnumbered, that was the proper word to describe exactly how this mission was going to end. The agents flooded in, and at first it had been easy to take them all out.  Until i was bloody and bruised beyond recognition.  The cuts that seemed unable to heal anymore, broken bones that were mending together horrifically.  There were only two of us in the room, staring down the other until the silence was ultimately broken.  I was confused at first, neither of us moving until the pain tore through my body.  The blood seeped into the vest i wore, sliding down into the tactical pants until it could no longer be seen. I clenched my jaw, driving my knife deep into the throat of the agent that had successfully fired off two rounds into my body.  He crumpled to the floor, gasping out his final breaths as he struggled to stay alive. There was nothing but death in the building, the room stunk of it.  The blood of each man spilling out onto the concrete below. “I’m so sorry, i wish i said something sooner” My knees gave out, body slamming onto the ground as i struggled to breathe.

I covered the wounds with my hands, blood coating my palms as the pain tore through my body like a white hot heat.  Memories of my mother, sister, father.  Steve, Sam, even Natasha were flying by as i struggled to keep a grasp on reality.  You can’t give up that easily Barnes, you need to try and hold on a little while longer. “You deserve so much better, I’m sorry Steve.  I’m sorry i couldn’t be the friend you needed” A harsh cough tore through my chest, blood coating my tongue and throat. “I wanted to tell Dot i loved her, but it’s too late for that now” I pressed my palms against the ground, wincing as blood dripped down onto the ground. “I’m so sorry, i hope you can forgive me one day”

Everything felt light, my thoughts going to the people i had called family for so long, they wouldn’t know i was gone until it was too late.  My legs had gone completely numb, this was my goodbye. Steve’s P.O.V The blood was pumping in my veins, heart pounding in my ears as we ran down to where Bucky had last been seen.  The halls filled with bodies, no one’s life had been spared as the destruction around us said otherwise. “Bucky!” I threw my body down beside his, checking for a pulse.  Though it was weak, Bucky was managing to keep his heart beating. “Sam!  Help me get him back to the quinjet, i need to get him back to the compound immediately” Getting him off the ground wasn’t going to be easy, the injuries he had sustained would kill any normal man. Sam did his best to keep Bucky steady, to prevent causing anymore damage to Bucky’s torn body.  Tony was preparing for the worst, for any case scenario when we arrived back at the compound. ~~~ “He was saying he was sorry, that he couldn’t be the friend he needed to be” Tears sprung up in my eyes as i watched Bucky’s near lifeless body on the bed. “He’s been closed off lately, is that why he took this mission alone?” Nat sat beside me, looking over at the man who had once been a bad memory for her. I didn’t want to believe her words were true, that Bucky would let himself be so reckless as to get himself killed because of my actions.  He had left after the first night Dot and i spent together, had he managed to hear us? “He’s stable, for now” Dr. Cho glanced between Nat and I for a moment, her eyes landing on Bucky. “How bad?” My voice was a whisper, afraid if i spoke too loud it would disturb him. She took a slow deep breath, almost as if she was afraid to answer the question that now hung silently in the air. “The bullets were lodged in his spine, the serum isn’t healing him as it once did anymore.  There might be a chance that James won’t be able to walk ever again” It felt as if i had been punched in the chest.

The man could possibly become paralyzed because i hadn’t bothered to notice the change in his demeanor. “Is there someone that can help him?  Learn to walk if need be” Nat looked up in hope, afraid for everyone how Bucky would react to the news. “It’s possible, as long as he has some function still left in his legs” There was still hope that Bucky would be alright, all we had to do was hold onto that hope nice and tight. Bucky’s P.O.V My legs were all fucked up thanks to my own stupidity.  Steve had said that i was lucky to even be alive, though i had wished i wasn’t.  Only now i was under more supervision than before, Steve made sure that i was never to be left alone.  That was more of a nightmare than being left alone entirely. “This is your personal nurse, she’s gonna make sure that you don’t end up hurting yourself during physical therapy” I glared over at the other man, more annoyed that he was treating me like such a child. “I don’t need anyone’s help, I’m perfectly fine doing this on my own” I pushed up from the wheelchair, wincing at the pain that shot through my body. The wounds had been healing, slower than i was used to as i tried to regain an old routine.  Nothing would work though, not unless i wanted to have this nurse by my side every moment of the day.  Everyone else got to leave for missions, giving a sad smile as they left each and every time. “How about a shower Buck?” My nurse, whose name i had just learned was Y/N, offered. “I don’t know if I’d be able to handle standing that long” While therapy was coming along alright, it wasn’t a miracle worker. She nodded, heading down to my bathroom and starting the water for the tub.  That was one of the things that i despised, being forced to undress in front of a woman that i didn’t even know.   “The tubs ready for you Bucky” She had a towel thrown over her arm, her smile was soft. I sighed, stepping into the bathroom at a snail’s pace.  Y/N stepped away from the doorway, letting me get comfortable before helping me undress.  Shirt came first, followed by my sweatpants, and lastly my boxers.  Though Y/N never stared when it came down to me being completely naked in front of her.  She would turn and wait until i was able to lower myself into the bath. The water was hotter than normal, though it helped calm down my nerves that were racing beyond my control.  Why was i so nervous right now?  It’s not like i hadn’t bared all to a stranger before, though that wasn’t my entire doing either.  It’s never a good idea to try and wash yourself in a lake when there’s other people around, though i didn’t really have much of a choice. “You can come back in” I sighed, resting my head back against the edge of the tub.  It wouldn’t be easy to wash myself up, not with the pain that shot through my spine constantly. Y/N placed down a couple of towels, slipping down so she was on her knees beside the tub.  That looked so uncomfortable. “Get the chair, won’t be the first time someone’s seen me in the nude” I grunted, lifting a hand to run through my hair. “It’s not that I’m appalled at the thought of seeing you naked James, I’m trying to be a professional and do my job” Though her words painted one picture, her actions painted an entirely different one. “Doing your job means taking care of me, so get the chair and sit in that until i need to get back out” Y/N opened her mouth to protest, ultimately deciding it would do no good before heading back into my room. The silence that hung in the air wasn’t daunting, it was almost peaceful.  Save for the loud cars that could be heard just outside, so impatient to get where they were going.  Y/N brought the chair inside, placing it beside the tub before plopping down with a soft sigh. “They think i went on the mission because it was easy, that i let myself get shot multiple times because i needed to get away” I couldn’t stop the words anymore, letting my emotions get the better of me. “It’d be better if that was the case, did Steve tell you i never got the trigger words erased from my mind?  I always knew it was a bad idea because of what happened” I chuckled softly, no humor lacing my words. “But what would Hydra want with a broken soldier?  I’m such an idiot that i can’t even die properly” Y/N was quiet beside me, her eyes wide with shock. It made me wonder how much they told her, what information they had given her before i was put into her care.  Did she know that i was once an assassin?  Someone that spent their entire life murdering people because that’s what i was programmed for.  Or had they lied to her and said that i was entirely stable?  Someone that didn’t struggle with normal day to day life.   “What’d they tell you about me?” I glanced over to look at her, watching as her eyes locked onto my own. “If I’m going to be honest, they were quite vague.  All Captain Rogers told me was that you had been involved in a serious accident and it left you nearly paralyzed” Paralyzed, the one word that terrified me more than my own trigger words. “If only it had killed me, I can do a lot of things, but dying isn’t one of them” I tried to smile, though i wasn’t sure how convincing it was. “You’re worth more than a meaningless death James, there’s people here that love you more than you could know.  I may not know much about you right now, but I’m sure that you’ll see how much you mean to everyone” Y/N wasted no time in helping wash me, cheeks bright pink as her hand slid across my arms and chest. I promised her that i could easily bathe myself, trying as i might to get the cloth from her hands, only to have her raise a brow at my insistence.  While this wasn’t the first time i was naked in front of a stranger, it was just partially awkward when the stranger was beautiful.  The scrubs she wore did little for her physically, but it didn’t matter. “I need you to lean forward James” My brain took a moment to catch up, not wanting nothing more than to fall asleep. “I’m comfy though, don’t make me move” Y/N giggled, pressing her hand against my shoulder to push me forward gently. Her hands were gentle against my skin, washing the skin that was still healing as softly as she could.  I tried to keep the whimper from slipping through my slips, to hide how much my back was throbbing. “Shit!  James try not to move please” I nodded, gripping onto the sides of the tub with all the strength i could muster. Everything in my body felt as if it were on fire, spreading from the very tips of my fingers, down to my toes that were submerged in the scalding water.  I hadn’t even noticed Y/N leave the room until her voice floated into the bathroom, she had called someone. “He’s bleeding Tony!  I don’t think moving him is a really smart idea right now” Y/N growled into the phone, pacing back and forth.  

Taking a slow and deliberate breath i reached back to see what the damage was.  What i wasn’t expecting to see was my hand, covered in blood.  The wounds had ripped open entirely, the stitches unable to keep the skin closed any longer.  I couldn’t keep my breathing under control anymore, my heart beating erratically as i tried to count my breaths.  When that failed to work i tried to call out to Y/N who seemed as if she had disappeared. Why were my lungs burning?  Why did it feel as if i was slowly drowning? “James!” The muffled voice barely broke through the barrier of my mind. Y/N’s hands pulled me up from the water, cupping my shoulders as i coughed.  When had i slipped beneath the water?  Everything felt so numb, i couldn’t move my legs or my arms, almost as if i had become entirely paralyzed. “James, can you look at me please?” I turned my head slowly, afraid to move too fast and cause anymore harm. “What happened?” My voice sounded rough, torn. “You slipped under the water while i was on the phone with Tony, they want to take you to see Dr. Cho immediately” She stood up to grab a towel, helping me from the bathtub carefully. My body screamed in protest, wanting nothing more than to be in the water once again.  Y/N wrapped the towel around my waist, helping me into the comfort of my wheelchair.  I was semi thankful that everyone else in the compound were gone.  They didn’t need to see how broken i was, how i could no longer function. “Sorry he’s not dressed, i was trying to give him a bath when we noticed it” Y/N kept her eyes on Tony and Helen, afraid if she looked anywhere else she’d break. “Bring him on over, I’ll see what happened” Y/N kept her hands against my shoulders, waiting for Helen to ready whatever machine they were going to use.

They always reminded me of darker times, as much as i wanted to pretend that i was only here because i needed to be.  Not because Steve wanted to make sure i was alright, or because i had gotten injured on the battlefield.  No, it was because Y/N was worried about me. I slipped my fingers around her wrist, begging her not to leave while i was checked out.  Her smile was as soft as her skin.  Tony watched the screen as Helen did test after test.  Brows furrowed as something they noticed wasn’t normal. “What do you mean the bullets still lodged in his spine!?” Tony was dumbfounded, hell i think everyone in the room was. Helen began to point out how they must have missed the bullet, and how dislodging it would give me more feeling back in my legs, as long as it was done right.  Tony wasted no time in getting everything prepped, my nerves were on edge. “Y/N will be here when you wake up, just try and relax” I nodded as the needle pierced my skin.  Let them do their job Barnes. Before i could utter another word my eyes rolled back, the darkness slipping over me like a warm blanket. Waking up was weird almost, as if i wasn’t supposed to be awake just yet.  Though there were no doctors around me, no one medical equipment.  There was nothing except for the sound of the heart monitor and Y/N’s arms draped over my legs as she slept.  When had she gotten down here?  And why hadn’t she gone to her own room if she was exhausted? “Y/N?” I pushed myself up, noticing for the first time in a while that my body wasn’t screaming in protest. “Bucky!  You’re awake” Her arms wrapped around my chest, pulling our upper bodies flush together. “Just woke up, why didn’t you go to your bed if you were exhausted?” She opened her mouth to reply, to give excuse as to why she had stuck around. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, Y/N hadn’t stayed because she felt obligated, she stayed because she wanted to.  This woman who didn’t know me from the next man was in my room because she wanted to be. “I’m glad you stayed Y/N” I smiled softly, placing a hand overtop of hers.  Her cheeks turned pink as she held my hand. “You needed some support after that surgery” Though her words painted one picture, the way her hand tightened around mine painted another. Steve and Nat came by to see how everything was going, having heard about the disastrous bath that brought me back into the med bay.  The incision was smaller than before, and it gave me slight peace of mind. “I know this sounds out of the blue, and like I’m being the biggest creep in the world, but I’d like to take you on a date” I looked over at Y/N while i kept my weight off my legs, physical therapy was never fun. “You want to take me on a date?” She looked at me incredulously, shock clearly written on her face. “Yes i do, is that alright?” Each step was easier than the last, but Tony warned me not to push too hard. “I’d love to” Her smile was so bright, warming my heart. I smiled softly, taking the cane that i had been using to help alleviate some of the pain from my spine.  It helped get me on my feet most days, which was nice.  Now i could take Y/N on a proper date and show her i was more of a gentleman than i let on. 2 Years Later It was a lot harder to relearn how to walk properly without the cane once my spine was completely healed.  While i was grateful everything was as good as new, it still worried me that something could always go wrong.  Which is why Steve refused to ever let me go on missions anymore, saying that my life wasn’t worth dying because of my past stupidity.  So i did whatever i could around the compound, filing paperwork whenever Steve was too tired.  I had even gotten a little side job visiting kids at the local hospital. The nurses were grateful whenever i was able to visit, Y/N following close behind just in case my back had a spasm that required attention.  Those were few and far between, which was a positive. “Why don’t we let Sarah pick the next book?  She hasn’t gotten to pick one in a couple weeks” I held my hands out to let the little girl crawl into my lap.  Her giggle echoed in the room before she lunged into my lap. “I wanna read that!” Her little hand was pointing at Dr. Seuss’s Cat in the Hat. “Then that’s what we’re gonna read today” I picked up the book, reading it to the kids who had spread themselves around me.

By the time it reached dinnertime Sarah had fallen asleep in my arms, the rest of the kids trying to find something else for me to read to them. “Miss Y/L/N, can you come read the next one with Bucky?” Hunter, a little boy who reminded me so much of Steve, glanced over at her as she stood in the doorway. Y/N blushed but ultimately decided to come over and sit with the rest of us, getting comfortable before pulling a book from the pile.  The cover was blank. “Why don’t you go ahead and read that one?” I shifted Sarah, keeping an arm around her to prevent any awkward sleeping position for her. “Okay” She opened the book slowly, eyes narrowed in suspicion. Each page was filled with different quotes, whether they were from myself, Y/N, or any of the friends we had.  Photos of us from different parties, laughing together as we danced the night away.   “I don’t think i could spend my life without you by my side, and i have one last question to ask you” Y/N’s brows were furrowed as she looked over to where i was, hand covering her mouth as i held up the box. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you helped me learn how to stand on my own two feet and i will always be grateful for that.  I want to grow old and raise our own little children together.  So what do you say?” I opened the box slowly, her eyes filling with tears as she nodded. I didn’t waste a single second to slide the ring onto her finger, smiling happily as she squealed and pressed her lips against my own. “I love you James Barnes” Y/N cupped my cheek gently, thumb grazing the stubble that i hadn’t bothered to shave. “I love you too Y/N, more than I’ll ever be able to truly tell you” The kids were clapping and cheering, their voices echoing in the room. Everyone else at the compound could wait to hear the news, right now was meant for Y/N and I.  No one else.

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okay so, something I’ve been dying to talk about is something that hasn’t been published yet but I figured fuck it, why not so I’m gonna share it now lolol. It’s for my upcoming fic where the wild things are and it’s pretty lengthy so it’s going under a cut.

Bucky slides into the crystal waters with a low groan, the muscles of his abdomen tensing under her palm. Cussing, Y/N guides him the rest of the way into the heated springs. Submerged up to his collarbones, the warrior settles back against the rock wall like a lounging jungle cat. Half-lidded eyes meet hers, a tender warmth blooming in their depths. Swallowing roughly, Y/N refuses to acknowledge the flush of heat creeping into her cheeks and glances off to the side, staring into the darkness of the surrounding forest. Firelight from the village flickers and dances through the trees. 

“Look at me.” A rough, broad hand cups her cheek, thumb stroking the bone, drawing her attention back to Bucky’s painfully open expression. “Do not look away from me, a chuisle mo chroí.” Y/N scowls. Pulling away from his touch, she increases the distance between their bodies and redirects the conversation to a topic she’s much more comfortable discussing. “You need to be careful,” she says, “You’re going to open your stitches.”  

The gleam of his eyes is familiar. She’s witnessed it several times before. It never fails to affect her just the same every time. Desire, swift and deadly, settles in her belly like a leaden weight, surging through her body with every pump of her heart. She’s not alone in wanting but she’s not ready to broach the whatever it is between them. Perhaps she never will be. Once you say it out loud, everything becomes uncomfortably real; something she’s not currently prepared for. She wants the daydream to last a little while longer. It will be kinder in the end, they’ll have less to lose if their relationship is nothing more than tense moments filled with loaded looks and hazy dreams that fade with morning’s light. She knows this, and yet…

His eyes twinkle. Her heart flutters in her chest.

“Ah, so you do care about me.”

“Oh, for the love of - shut up and take your bath.” She rolls her eyes, smiling indulgently. This glorious, stupid, pigheaded, beautiful brute of a man will be her undoing. “We came all the way out here just for you so enjoy it while you can.”

“If I do, will you wash my back?” The water laps at the bank as Bucky glides closer, his hulking frame slicing through the water. He stops and towers over her, looking down at her face. The storm raging in his eyes says everything she longs to hear wordlessly. “I want to feel your hands.”

She gulps, warming under his gaze.

“Stop playing around, Bucky.”

She’s uncomfortably aware of how close, how naked the both of them are. The ultimate temptation: all that firm, tanned flesh right there. The urge to give in sinks its claws bone deep. There’s no denying that she wants his skin beneath her lips, her hands on his body, his cock buried in her cunt.

This will end in nothing but tears. Surely, he knows that.

“We both know that’s not a good idea.”

“Do we?” He asks roguishly, raising a brow. “Because I happen to think it’s a fantastic idea.”

“Bucky.”

Her skin tingles with his proximity. Long-fingered hands skim the curve of her waist, the swell of her breast. Tongues of flame follow every touch. Her breath stutters, and she wishes she had the strength to push him away; weak-kneed and weak-willed.

“Please touch me. That’s all I ask.”

Something in his voice calls to those hidden, tender spots in her. Maybe it’s the longing so clearly heard, the anguish of being so close and yet so far, her own desires for mind-numbing kisses and sweaty, silken embraces reflected back. the endless weeks of maddening sexual tension. Either way, against all judgements, she succumbs. 

The air is thick. 

A quiet gasp rings out as her palms connect with the wide berth of his chest. Her fingers dance over the thick ropes of scars decorating his body like a roadmap. Bucky’s mouth drops open, his piercing blue eyes fluttering as phantom sensations come to life beneath his skin. It hurts to stand in the face of such beauty; the thick mane of tousled hair, the wicked curve of his mouth, the tender expression on his face, the ocean of his eyes. He is a true work of art. She could love him so easily. 

“A chuisle mo chroí,” Bucky says the nickname with reverence, his mouth caressing the letters and syllables encompassing all that she is to him. She still has no idea what it means but that doesn’t matter. The sentiment translates across all barriers. His hands skim up her sides and cradles her ribcage as he repeats himself, “Oh, a chuisle mo chroí.”

Barely able to breathe, Y/N takes in the wideness of his jaw, the cut of his cheekbones, the heavy brow that rests above vibrant eyes and finds herself captivated. Words sit thick and heavy on the back of her tongue like molasses. 

The Bucky she knows has always been reserved and guarded, a tortured look buried deep in his eyes, always present to anyone that goes looking for it. The man before her is not him, and yet he is in all the ways that count. Her heart breaks and an overwhelming rush of affection crashes over her. If only she could shake loose the other Bucky’s pearls of pain now that she knows how devastating his smile is. 

“Bucky.”

He doesn’t respond, his dark head dipping to ghost lips along the corners of her mouth. She sighs. 

“Please, Y/N.”

At that moment, she knows without a doubt she’ll break herself open against his edges and give him all she can, even though he deserves so much more than what she has to offer. 

“Yes.”

This is probably my most favourite scene I’ve ever written, and it’s the first thing I wrote for where the wild things are. And this is actually the second version of this scene, I posted the first version a while ago and I’m totally struggling with which one I like better. I might end up combining them which seems like the best option but I don’t know lol. It was originally just supposed to be some hot spring sexy stuff but I just kept adding more and more until it turned into the monster it currently is lol. I wanted people to be able to feel the reluctant longing, the repressed feelings they’ve been fighting, the sigh of relief when they finally give in. I have such an image in my mind of how this looks and I can only hope I translate it into words properly.

Sorry it’s kind of a long one, I got a little carried away lol. 

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Ravished - Chapter Eight: Eagles

Author’s notes: This chapter was a challenge for myself since I thought I would never be able to describe this ritual. Special thanks to @honestsycrets who helped me to finish this properly! I hope you guys can take the emotions at this moment and the references and inspirations for this #ragnarfeelings

Warnings: Killing, blood spilling, old sacrifice rituals, human sacrifice, torture.

Words: 2.218

How long since Hvitserk had felt that way for the last time? Oh... He could remember.

York and the Christians. Men falling to each of his steps. Amazing battle!

He giggled and yelled as loud as he could.

"The Christians from England are bravest!"

His hoarse voice reaching the men arranged in a line in front of him. None of them daring to take a step forward into the arena of dead bodies that were disposed around the young king who was laughing at his enemies cowardice.

"C'mon!!! Who among you want to feast in Valhalla tonight, uh?! Come and face me!!" he defied, hitting his chest covered in blood with the guard of his sword firmly held in his hand.

Ivar's men standing behind him in an entire line of wild berserkers thirsty for blood, scaring his enemies even more. Hvitserk could even say his eyes found one or two of those men crying.

He raised his sword towards them; his blade reflecting the sun in the middle of the blood that was still dripping in thick drops from the metal.

"If you do not have the courage to die for a cause, then don't fight for it! If you do not have the courage to bleed for your commander, then do not follow him! If you do not have the courage to stand for your goals, then do not crave for them! Now leave your swords and shields on the ground and surrender, or stick to them and FIGHT ME!"

There wasn't a single man holding a sword or a shield after his words. The metallic and wooden sounds of the swords and shields going to the ground were almost instant and Hvitserk laughed, disgusted.

"I should slaughter you all for you shame our gods with your existence"

"Shall we?" one of Ivar's men asked but Hvitserk only shook his head no.

"Let them live with their shame and may Hel kiss them all, old, in their beds. Now leave!" he ordered the foes that started running away from the battlefield. "UBBE!!" Hvitserk yelled in a potent voice, trying to reach his brother on the other side of the field "DID YOU BROUGHT ME HERE TO FIGHT DOGS? TELL ME THE MEN ARE ON YOUR SIDE!" he joked.

"THE HELL THEY ARE!" Ubbe screamed back.

Unlike his brother, he was sweating to fight some good opponents who were putting on a fight for him to be engraved in his memory.

"FROM TWO, CHOSE ONE: I'M OLD OR THESE MEN ARE FUCKING GOOD!"

"Good." Hvitserk laughed looking to the man beside him "Cause I was about to prepare myself to go back to my sweet Asta's bed. Let's go! Just like he does with the women, Ubbe chose the better side for him! Let us teach him to share!"

The younger bastard was looking like a happy child indeed. Jumping between the dead bodies to reach his brother and diving into battle like a wild beast.

So as the older one, screaming and opening his arms towards men who were going full charge on him as if it wasn't a total madness to open your chest in teasing like that. Who had seen him entering so placid into his Hall some few months later or smiling to his daughter so passionate would never imagine the legends were right and he was that savage on the battlefield.

Bolduir was running out of options. With the fear of finding Ivar on each damn corner after the ambush that the brothers had prepared by placing men inside the woods outside the borders of the North to flank and surprise his men and with the boats on his coast not allowing them to flee through the sea or have a real notion of how big that damn army was, the Earls were weakening. Two of them had already fallen through Ubbe's sword. The third one was fighting Hvitserk now and would perish soon: Bolduir wasn't stupid. Fight those men sword to sword would be retarded!

The other Earls that, like him, were too old or to cowards to raise up a sword against the kings were trying to think about a way out when Bolduir moved his hand ordering the men to bring him a horse.

"Where are you going!? We can't be without our king at this moment!" Earl Ingvar rose up his voice and so the other two Earls did the same "A king must sacrifice himself for his people, Boldu-" the man cut his words when Bolduir's sword raised up against his throat silenced all the voices around him.

"A king must survive to avenge his people and that's exactly what I'll do. Look around, Ingvar. The entire army of those bastards is here! The crippled fag must be on those boats, giving orders like the king he thinks he is while the two other savage beasts are ravaging our army down on the battlefield! Think a little, you idiot! If the three of them are here, then Kattegat fell under Harald's forces! Or do you think my daughter is queen capable enough to rule something more than her pots? Harald offered us support and I'll go to Kattegat to find him! We served as bait on his plan to conquer that city! Now he must help us retrieve what's ours!" the fat man said, adjusting himself over the horse. "You served your king well. Your names shall be remembered," he said, arrogant, kicking his heels on the horse's belly and forcing an intense pace while Ingvar and the others were looking astonished his departure.

But Ubbe's eyes were already following him.

He was fighting to reach his position and so he saw when Bolduir started his fleeing. He wouldn't let his target go away so easily.

"HVITSERK! BOW!" he yelled, and Hvitserk yelled again, transmitting his ask to the men around him.

"BOW!"

In a few seconds, Hvitserk received a bow from the men and threw it to Ubbe who pulled an arrow from a dead body on the ground and aimed at Bolduir's horse.

The animal was tracing a parabolic curve near where Ubbe was standing, which made it easy for Ubbe to aim his leg, right on his knee.

The arrow caused the animal to fall over Bolduir's leg, breaking it and preventing the so-called king to keep fleeing.

The old man was hissing in pain when Ubbe came near with Hvitserk and some of the men. The other Earls were being put in chains and the remaining men under their orders, killed.

The war in the North was over and Bolduir defeated, but there was still anger into Ubbe's eyes when he leaned over the horse's body, letting his own weight cause some more pain to the smashed leg Bolduir had under the immobile animal. On the fall, the horse had broken its neck and it would be a hell of a work to take it from above Bolduir's body. The old man squealed when Ubbe supported one of his arms on the horse, leaning his chin over his arm to look at the man's suffering.

"Wanna know what, brother?" he said, talking to Hvitserk, but not taking his blue eyes from Bolduir's orbs filled with fear "When I found (Y/N) behind that door, I did it hearing the sounds of Erik's fists against her body..." his expression turned intense and angry "I didn't hear a single scream from her mouth".

Bolduir sobbed, trying to hold his own voice when the older king used the support on the saddle of the fallen horse as a step to go upon the dead animal's body and scream to his man.

"Prepare the ritual!" he yelled, going down from the horse hearing the screams of the men around them, leaning towards the old boar on the ground.

Hvitserk jumped the dead horse, looking at him as well; an eager smile on his face.

"Tonight I'll give you one last chance for Valhalla, old man. Let's see if this King in the North is strong as the daughter his seed produced... You gonna fly with the eagles, Bolduir." he patted the old man's shoulder and got up being followed by a giggling Hvitserk who ordered the men to remove the horse and prepare Bolduir to the rites.

To the other Earls was offered the option to sacrifice themselves to the gods in goodwill or to drink poison and open hand from Valhalla for their betrayal. With the three of them choosing to be sacrificed, their blood was used on the altar, to prepare the principal ritual.

Bolduir watched, being held by Ubbe's men when Hvitserk pierced Ingvar's chest with a sword, leaning the struggling body towards the wooden bowl, collecting his blood before leaning the dead corpse on the ground to the men to take and hang with the other two corpses.

There were torches enlightening the path to the altar and around it. The light of the fire making the floor look as if it was made of gold.

The runes were painted with the blood and both, Hvitserk and Ubbe had their foreheads marked with the blood. The two shieldmaidens that were helping with the ritual started walking between the men, marking their foreheads with the bowls of blood in their hands, but all the eyes were focused on the center of the altar where Ubbe was waiting for the man two of the warriors were dragging all the way to the altar.

Bolduir was placed o the position and Hvitserk settled the blade on a bowl with embers to warm. Slowly, Ubbe fixed Bolduir's position, straightening his arms and raising his face to look into his eyes.

"You looked forward and your chin was high when you decided to betray me. I remember your head was raised when you lied to me. So you shall keep it raised to face the consequences, father" he almost mocked the title Bolduir had indeed.

The old man could never imagine ending this way, on his knees, shirtless, looking forward to finding eyes eager for seeing his blood being spilled and beautiful women dancing to celebrate his death.

He closed his eyes when Ubbe's hand touched his back.

His hand was warm.

The boy behind him wasn't nervous or shaking. Instead of it, he was firm and his hand was precise when touching the incandescent blade on his skin, slowly sliding it down to open the first cut and start separating the skin from the muscles.

The old boar grunted. Bolduir was saving his screams for he knew it wasn't even the half of the worst pain he would feel there. He mentally cursed Ubbe for the burning sensation in his back: the young king wasn't separating the skin with his hands only, but burning the muscle through the entire process to prevent Bolduir's bleeding to take his life too early.

He wanted Bolduir to feel all the pain he could feel before passing away. And to inspire himself to each centimeter of skin opened, he remembered the bruises on (Y/N)'s body, the wounds he saw on her skin, the marks on her back, the soreness that almost didn't let her walk on the first days of their travel and prevented her to mount a horse properly almost for the entire way from the North to Kattegat, obligating her to travel with both legs aside or almost on his lap for some more comfort to her torn body.

Ubbe remembered Bolduir's lies to make him angry enough to hit the bones and break them out, slowly, one by one, as the dreams of his daughter Bolduir broke with Erik's help.

He barely could hear the screams of pain from the old pig in front of him; or Hvitserk laughing while looking into the dying man's eyes.

"He won't make it, Ubbe," Hvitserk said, but Ubbe just kept going, at the same pace, remembering all the time Bolduir let Erik torture his beloved queen in his absence, denying help to his own daughter, allowing her to be raped and spanked multiple times under his own roof.

He broke the last bones with the broken memory of (Y/N) on her mother's tree Bolduir allowed Erik to break and set on fire. Ubbe could remember the nostalgia and the feelings on the smile she had on her face when touching and talking about that tree Bolduir destroyed.

As his older brother Björn once did for avenging their father, he sank his hands on Bolduir's body, hearing one last grunt of pain from the old slaughtered boar. And slowly, he raised his lungs, leaning the two pieces of red meat over the shoulders of the dead body.

Hvitserk was smiling at Ubbe. (Y/N) and all the torture she suffered was avenged. Earl Ármóðr and the terrible death he earned for his loyalty was avenged. The doors of the Valhalla were opened for him and Ubbe looked up to the sky, mutely asking his father to receive the loyal man on his table as he imagined on that letter.

He came down from the altar and took a good look at Bolduir's dead face.

His eyes were facing the emptiness, his mouth dripping red drops.

"It's done." Ubbe said and Hvitserk looked at him "Let's go home".

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[jiminniethemarshmallow]

Needs (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: This is a drabble that I wrote when I was bored. It’s short (in comparison to my other writings) and it’s probably not that good but I wrote this at like 4am so I didn’t expect much tbh. Anyway, I hope you enjoy 😊.

“Stop moving!” Jimin grunted as you fidgeted on his lap for the 5th time since you sat down not even 2 minutes ago.

“I’m sorry I’m just trying to get comfortable.” You lied. His thighs were a perfect seat and it was like your butt was made for his lap. Getting comfortable was not the issue.

“I know what you want, but I’m not going to give it to you so just stop it already.” Jimin replied playfully, discarding your comment as you wiggled a little more against him.

“But whyyyy?” You whined as you leaned back against him, your head resting on his shoulder. It had been a while since you two had sex and you were tired of being celibate. You didn’t know exactly how long it’d been but you decided that it was long enough so you started making active attempts to seduce him. Recently all of your attempts had failed and you were beginning to get frustrated.

Jimin sighed. “There’s no real reason. I jus-”

“Don’t love me anymore? Don’t want me anymore?” You interrupted and went on before he could respond. “I guess I’ll just have to live like a nun from now on. Forever abstinent until my lowly existence ends. I’ll die unwanted, unattended to, my vagina will dry up and then no one will want to fuck me-”

“Stop,” Jimin laughed at your melodramatic monologue. “I do still want you, don’t say things like that.” He reassured.

“Then why won’t you fuck me?!” You shouted. “I have needs ya know.” There was no shame at this point, you were willing to beg just to feel him again. Why was he torturing you like this?

He thought for a moment before a smirk crawled up his lips. It wasn’t a kind look, it was mischievous and devilish, the type of smirk that made butterflies flutter in your gut. You prepared yourself for what he was about to say.

“Ok I’ll take care of your ‘needs’ but under one condition. You have to beg.” His smile grew as he felt you take a deep inhale of annoyance, but you didn’t protest.

“Please Jimin? Please fuck me, I just want to feel you inside of me.” You batted your eyelashes innocently and turned your head towards him, hoping it would be enough.

“Continue.” He mumbled as he planted soft kisses on your neck and shoulder, moving your oversized shirt away from the skin.

“I’m so horny right now, please. I need you. I can’t stop thinking about how good your cock feels, how good you make me feel when I cum around you.” Such lewd words fell out of your mouth naturally, but you couldn’t be bothered enough to be embarrassed. “Please, I want you!”

Jimin pondered your words for a second as he sucked on your sensitive skin, careful not to make marks that were too dark. He finally sighed and moved his mouth to your ear so he could whisper to you. “Ok, I think you deserve it.”

In an instant you jumped up and began removing your clothes, the fabric couldn’t leave your body fast enough. Jimin on the other hand, took his time stripping himself of his clothes. His hands fiddled with the belt casually and it seemed as though there was no urgency to his movements. By the time you were completely naked, Jimin was just sliding down his boxers, eyes never leaving your body as a grin threatened the corners of his lips. You looked at him with wide eyes, hesitant to rush him but feeling your patience grow thin. He winked at you when he kicked his pants and boxers away and you took this as a chance to come closer to him. When your steps stopped a foot away from where he was, so did his movements.

“I’m feeling a bit lazy today so you’re gonna have to do all the work.” You gave him a questioning look and waited for him to elaborate. “This is an open invitation for you to use my body to pleasure yourself. I’ll just sit back, relax and enjoy to show.”

Without too much thought, you accepted his offer and reached for his shirt, tossing it over his head quickly and moving to straddle his waist. Your hands roamed his toned chest and you watched hungrily as his body reacted to your touch, muscles flexing as your fingertips ran across them. Despite his calm demeanor, you could tell Jimin was turned on by the way his cock hardened beneath you. As you leaned forward to capture his lips, you reached down and grabbed his shaft, pumping it slowly as you guided it to your entrance. You pulled away from the short kiss to look down at where you were aiming. He was still only half erect but it was good enough for you, he would get hard soon enough, so you ran his tip along your folds before sinking down on his length slowly, trying to adjust to his girth.

Your wetness allowed his entry to be smooth but your tightness slowed you down a bit. The stretch felt amazing no doubt, but you had to take him little by little to reduce the slight discomfort you felt. Jimin sighed as you rocked your hips gently to help ease him inside you. He was now fully erect and it made things easier because you didn’t have to hold him up.

“Shit, (Y/n) you’re so tight.” Jimin quipped, eyes locked between your legs to watch you engulf his length.

“It’s been a while.” You let out a short breathy laugh but it quickly turned into a gasp as you allowed yourself to drop farther onto him.

Once you were all the way down on him, you started moving immediately. An idea popped into your mind as you stared at Jimin, his expression still smug and relaxed. You wanted to get a little revenge for having to grovel to him so you decided that teasing him and making him beg for you would be acceptable pay back. Currently, he was content with the moderate pace you set, staying true to his word and not doing any work except for the occasional thrust upward. You slowed the pace exponentially just as he got comfortable, closing your eyes and throwing your head back in exaggeration. It did feel good, however, you would rather ride him hard and fast instead of slow and gentle. But that was not your objective in this moment and teasing Jimin took to priority.

His fingertips dug into your thighs when you continued, but you ignored it and moaned his name. Jimin’s breathing became unsteady as he tried to restrain himself, your moans and light movements arousing him and frustrating him at the same time. You tightened around his dick purposely and were pleasantly surprised when it evoked a groan from his throat.

“Baby, stop teasing,” He whined and you could feel his eyes piercing through you. “I’ll have to intervene if you keep testing me like this.” The warning wasn’t at all intimidating to you, but somehow his tone of voice made you anxious. Excitement built up inside you and suddenly you wanted to see what would happen, deciding to push his buttons further. Your walls clamped down on him again when you rolled your hips on him hard, rolling your head to the side to look at him with innocent eyes.

“But you said I could use you to pleasure myself and right now this feels so good.” You emphasized your words with a moan and a lip bite, Jimin unconsciously copying your actions as he stared at you.

He couldn’t argue with you. He did say that and he knew it, but that didn’t prevent him from getting worked up. A thin sheen of sweat was starting to form on his forehead and his hands had made their way up to your waist, subtly pushing you down onto him but you put up some resistance and stuck with the slow pace.

You alternated between bouncing on his lap and slow grinding, your lack in consistency driving Jimin crazy. When you bounced on his cock Jimin took advantage and pulled you down hard. The thing that really made him snap, however, was the fact that you never bounced on him for more than 5 seconds, reverting back to gently rocking against his hips just when he started to get into it. If he tried to buck into you, you would slow down even more to keep him in check. He had virtually no power. Sexual frustration built within Jimin quickly and he finally couldn’t take it anymore.

Wrapping his hands under your ass, Jimin stood abruptly and headed toward your bedroom. You looked at him with wide eyes and tried to read his emotions as he carried you out of the room, cock still buried inside of you.

“What are you doing?” You asked innocently, wrapping your arms around his neck for support.

“I gave you a chance to satisfy yourself but since you wanna play games, we can play.” The dark lust swirling in his eyes turned you on beyond belief. Your walls tightened around his member unintentionally and caused Jimin to grunt. “Are you enjoying making me frustrated?”

“Now you know how I felt every time you rejected me.” Your smart ass remark makes Jimin scoff and roll his eyes at you.

When you enter the room he kicks the door shut behind him with his foot and places you on the bed beneath him, immediately attacking your jaw and neck with kisses. His hips move idly against yours and you moan at the feeling of him rocking inside of you. He pulls back and drags you to the edge of the bed by your hips so he can stand comfortably. With hungry eyes, Jimin looks down at you and licks his lips.

“I’m gonna fuck you the way I want since you don’t want to do it right yourself.” He growls before snapping his hips into yours, making you slide up the bed a little. He pulls you back into him as he rapidly slams into you, not giving you enough time to react. A gasp gets caught in your throat from his actions but it quickly turns into a moan. This is what you wanted all along. For him to pound into you and satisfy the ache between your legs that has been bothering you for what felt like an eternity. His sudden aggressiveness let you know that he too has been craving you and it made you wonder why he had been depriving himself.

But you had no time to ponder such things because Jimin angled his hips and hit your spot perfectly. A surge of pleasure rushed through you and forced you to grab onto his biceps. Your back curved off of the bed and noises escaped your throat before you had a chance to contain them. A deep hum rumbled in Jimin’s chest as he felt and observed your body’s reaction to him.

“Tell me when you’re close.” He knew you wouldn’t last much longer, it had been too long. He could see it in the way your body tensed up when he went faster and harder, could feel it in the way your legs started to tremble and tried to squeeze together. His palms ran up the inside of your thighs to grip your knees, pushing your legs farther apart and holding them open. Jimin looked at your face to see you peering up at him though your lashes, moaning his name and speaking to him with your eyes. He couldn’t resist the allure of your lips and bent down to steal a kiss, changing the motion of his thrusts. With this angle he was almost flush with you so his pelvis rubbed against your clit every time he ground his hips into you. There was still power in his movements as he did body rolls against you and the combination of the intimacy and strength had you teetering on the edge.

“Baby,” You pant out against his lips. “I’m close.” The words were moaned and barely coherent but Jimin understood and pulled away from you. Then you felt his hips slam into yours harshly, making you jolt up the bed.

“Don’t you dare. Not yet.” He warned and suddenly his thumb was rubbing circles into your clit. The added stimulation made his request seem impossible. Your eyes squeezed shut as you fought against your body, abdomen tightening to hold off your convulsing walls. You were looking so forward to cumming but now your impending orgasm seemed like a curse as you tried to hold yourself back. Jimin knew exactly how much pressure to use as he rubbed you and you wanted to scream at how good it felt.

“Jimin please!“You pleaded desperately and you felt like you were fighting a losing battle. Your hands were gripping the sheets so hard your knuckles were turning white and your breathing was so labored you felt like you were going to pass out. But Jimin knew your limits and just how far to push you to max out your pleasure.

“Just a little more,” He mumbled before reaching down to peck you on your trembling lips. He could feel your self control slipping away so he took mercy on you and granted you release. “Let go sweetheart. Cum for me.” At his words you let your body go limp and it was suddenly out of your control. Your hips moved on their own accord to move against Jimin’s thumb and the added friction was enough to push you over the edge. Jolts of electricity shot through your body from your core, traveling up your violently shaking legs to your toes, forcing them to curl in delight, and through the base of your spine and up, making your back arch high away from the mattress. Tears of bliss pricked the corners of your eyes and slid down your flushed cheeks as moans that resembled Jimin’s name flew from your lips along with profanities and sighs of pleasure.

The sight of you coming undone beneath him was too much for Jimin and he also found his orgasm fast approaching. The thumb that was still stroking your bundle of nerves moved to rub circles into your thigh instead when you became too sensitive. He pulled out of your dripping cavern and quickly grabbed your wrist to guide your hand to grip his throbbing member. Your eyes opened slightly to see the glazed look in Jimin’s and you tried your best to finish him off. Your hand jerked quickly along his dick and a string of groans and sighs left your boyfriend’s beautiful mouth. Soon after that you were surprised with his hot semen shooting from his roaring red tip onto your breasts and stomach. His hips moved into your hand to ride out his high before you pulled away and watched the sexy look on his face as he reveled in the pleasure.

With shaky legs, Jimin made his way onto the bed and pulled you up next to him. You shuddered as relief and the aftershocks of your orgasm washed over your body along with fatigue. After a few minutes of recovery, you felt Jimin get up and grab an old shirt from the floor to clean up the masterpiece he had painted on your body. A question popped into your mind as he wiped you up and you mustered up some strength to speak.

“Why did you deprive me of sex for so long?” You intended to sound angry but you failed.

“It always makes us orgasm harder.” He says with a smirk and you can’t help but agree. A sigh leaves you.

“Well in that case, it was worth the wait.”

[go-truck-yourself]

The Final Goodbye

The battle ended seemingly hours after it had began, the remaining students panting as they held their wounds, staring at the sight before them. Takehiro stood, hand almost inside Menes' chest, the fallen prophets blood coating the acolytes arm. Takehiro had broke Menes' charm during the fight, mostly due to Ayates urging, and had managed to wrestle the maniacal mans blade from his hand.

Menes chuckled madly, as Takehiros eyes widened. Deep down, he'd wanted to save Menes. To pull him from this mire of madness he'd steeped himself into. He still believed there was hope, that Menes had just been being controlled, manipulated. Even now, He looked into Menes' eyes, blinking and worried. Those yellow orbs simply stared into his as Menes laughed. Takehiro opened his mouth, prepared to stammer out an apology, assure Menes that he was going to live-

"Ta...Ke...Hi...Ro..." Menes began to speak, his voice still laced with the honey that had eased Takehiros nerves so many times. "If anything, I'm glad it was you."

His voice sounded...tired, reserved. Maybe he'd expected this, or maybe he just accepted that death was coming.

"N-no! Menes, you c-cant die! You're..Y-you're going to face t-trial! For t-trapping us he-here! And th-then you can ge-ge-get help! Y-you aren't w-w-well!"

Takehiro had seen both sides of Mene's madness, assisting him through the twisted 'game', as he called it. Ayate had helped keep him from being fully in the madness that Menes preached, likely saving his life. He'd finally broken down and confessed everything to his love when Menes had ordered his death, wanting to solidify Ayate's allegiance.

It was Ayates plan to take the hemlock poison in the first place, after all.

Takehiro bit back the irony at revealing Menes' treachery through a Shakespeare play. Hamlet would have been more ironic, but still...

He'd seen Menes in a new light from that point, after Ayate explained his plan. He'd always been confident, kind, caring. It couldn't have all been an act, right? The kind, caring soul that had given Karin the confidence she needed to be herself, that had helped Hots deal with her issues of self worth, even bringing Arzexith out of their shell.

Arzexith...

Takehiro didn't want to spare a glance back at the cloaked figure. They'd gotten close to Menes, Takehiro knew about it. Arzexith thought it had been love, and maybe it was, they'd taken Menes' revelation of betrayal the hardest.

All of that, the warm voice that lulled Takehiro to sleep, the gentle hand who liked cinnamon and honey in his tea, who enjoyed honey mustard...

It couldn't have all been a ruse? An act?

"I-It's gonna be okay M-Menes!" Takehiro tried again, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He believed that there was good in Menes, somewhere. There had to be.

The man simply laughed, madly.

"Indeed, it will be, Takehiro. For my message, my words are now inside all of you, for eternity." He coughed, a trail of blood leaving from his mouth as he spoke. The light in his eyes was dull, but still sparkled with that insanity. "I die, so that my cause may live. I had hoped my path would continue but-"

"You aren't going to die!"

Takehiro was surprised at the shout, he hadn't realized he was going to speak.

"You're going to fucking pay for what you did! For the people you killed!"

Ayate, storming forward, holding Takehiro around the waist, protectively. Takehiro leant into the embrace unconsciously, tired from the prolonged fight.

"For what you tried to make Takehiro do!"

Menes simply laughed, his silver voice groaning as he struggled to breathe.

"No, young Ayate. I don't believe I will."

He continued to laugh, as Ayate seethed. Takehiro spoke again, shakily.

"M-Menes...It's going t-to be...alright! W-we're going t-to get you the help you need! To he-help you s-see-"

"See what I did wrong? That my lord isn't real?" Menes cut Takehiro off, coughing up more blood. The ghostly forms of Menes' personas began to appear behind him as he spoke, his coughing worsening with almost every word.

"You would not be the first, to attempt to cloud my vision from the true path...I was destined to walk."

A skeletal figure, clad in tattered black cloth in tarnished golden jewelry. A leather tome in its right hand, flicking through the ancient pages with a yellow hand of ghostly yellow, staring at the remaining students with a single piercing yellow eye. Vecna, The Arch-Lich.

"I was born...To serve my king. Taken from those who had the honor of being my flesh and blood-"

A large man, muscular, clad in an armored skirt of Grecian origin. A jagged shoulder-pad adorned his right shoulder, with a similar gauntlet down his arm. He held a sickly looking spear, covered in points, looking to cause as much damage as possible. A horned helmet, with bloody red plume sat atop his head, glowing yellow eyes shining out from within. Deimos, God of Terror.

"And taught by the finest elders-" He coughed again, his voice shifting in pitch with every word, his pearly teeth staining pink with blood. "In the glorious words of my lord."

A hauntingly beautiful woman with deep black skin, adorned in robes made of gold and spiderwebs, a cruel smirk on her face. An eight headed whip loosely dangled at her side in a loose grip, an ancient staff in her other hand. Eight legs, tipped with cruel looking barbs extended from her back, idly twitching in the air. Lolth, The Spider Queen.

"The path I walk, is one I was destined to walk. Every step, every hardship i've faced has been for my King."

A twisting black mass of tentacles and sludge, surrounding a vaguely humanoid shape. Masks of tortured looking faces covered every inch of the inky fluid, bands of the same sickly yellow pulsing through it all. Nyarlathotep, The Crawling Chaos.

"I have not lived- not lived for me."

The familiar shape of a Melampus appeared, a veil over his face as usual. The healing, soothing aura normally produced by the persona was strangely absent, though that was likely for the best. The loose robes fluttered, as he held his hands out in a welcoming motion. Melampus, Soothsayer of Pylos.

"All I have...All I am...is simply for my lord."

Menes coughed again, the light fading fast in his eyes.

Takehiro was crying now, finally getting a glimpse into Menes' thoughts. He knew that Menes was steeped, but he hadn't fully known the depths of his...friends insanity. For a brief moment, he saw the humanity in Menes Ultharian. A person who was only taught that the words of his lord were correct, and had them beaten into him.

For a brief moment, Takehiro saw himself.

The thoughts were bitter. Could Menes had been saved had he found someone earlier in his life? Not been born the moment he was? Could he have been rescued from the cold loneliness, instead of escaping into the depths of his insanity?

The air grew cold, the five persona turning behind them as a larger figure appeared.

A woman, clad in a simple robe seemingly made of the night sky, flowing around her body as she shimmered into existence, moving towards Menes. The other persona followed suit, approaching.

Takehiro gasped, and backed away, Ayate pulling him away, the knife coming loose of Menes' chest, still firmly in Takehiros grasp.

The woman continued to form as she approached, her hair a rich purple, dotted with ornaments of gold, pulsing with runes. Her eyes were a solid gold, staring at Menes' laughing body.

One by one, the Persona touched Menes, disappearing into a sickly yellow mist as they did so, the yellow spray being absorbed into the giant womans form. Finally, she laid a hand on Menes head, caressing him almost lovingly, before pulling. A sickly yellow mist left Menes mouth, eyes, from seemingly every pore of his body as he coughed up blood, vomiting onto the stone below him.

Moments later, Menes dropped like a puppet with his strings cut, the woman disappearing as she absorbed the mist, fading as she walked away into the void.

Takehiro rushed forward, dropping the crystalline dagger and choking back a sob. Menes' breathing was shallow as Takehiro rolled him over, blood covering the leather armor, staining the intricate designs.

"All...Hail...the King...In...Yellow..." Menes gasped, his voice sounding so...weak. Quiet. Takehiro had never thought Menes could sound like this. Tears flowed from his mismatched eyes as he tried to speak.

"M-menes..."

He reached a hand out, not sure what he was trying to attempt. Menes chuckled again, closing his eyes, a faint smile on his face. He slowly, painfully, brought a bloodstained hand up to hold Takehiros, staining the boys hands further with blood and pushing something into his palm.

"G...ood...bye...Tak..e..hir...o"

His voice was faint, and then-

His chest ceased to rise and fall. Menes Ultharian had died, and was looked over by the one who struck the final blow.

Takehiros tears were flowing like a river as he looked at his hands. Menes' charm lay in his grip, the holy symbol to his cult shining through the blood that covered it.

"Goodbye...Menes."