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heartcluez · 2 years

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☆ the cathedral. | mark lee (m)

synopsis. you just wish to get rid of these sinful thoughts in your head. father lee is more than happy to help you.

warnings. religion, sacrilege, blasphemy, religion kink, fingering, pussy eating, corruption kink

👼🏻 priest mark is just… ♡ ive been thinking abt writing him as a priest with a corruption kink and here it is 🫶🏻

you were the one who sat in his pews with your arms crossed and disinterested. you always refused to participate as father lee led the congregation through prayers and announcements.

his gentle voice would reverberate through the room, captivating the sunday morning goers with his words of worship, preaching about the divinity of love and of god.

you could see just how much he touched the hearts of the believers just by looking around the church.

their eyes would follow father lee’s every move, sighing whenever he flashed a charming smile, laughing when he made a light joke or two.

if you didn’t know any better, you’d think that the people who went to church were there just to see father lee. he practically had the whole town falling in love with him.

the charming, sweet-hearted priest who was a symbol of the town’s devotion, and was a warm, shining light to those who sought out his providence.

father lee spoke and everyone listened. well, everyone except you. his sermons seemed to pass through one of your ears and out the other. instead, you opted to daydream.

your eyes never focused on one thing around the interior of the church, always wandering to anything and everything else except for the gentle, lingering gaze of father lee.

this never went unnoticed by him, of course. you were the girl who attended his masses every sunday but was only ever just there. sitting in amongst the crowd, taking the same seat every morning, interacting with as few people as possible, always the last in and the first out.

you had caught his attention, and now he was vying for yours.

communion was your favorite part of the mass. It meant that it was nearly time to go. you lined up to receive the host. while waiting, you couldn’t help but stare up at the beautiful art painted on the ceiling of the church. you kept moving forward in line until you were finally face to face with father lee.

he smiled warmly at you, looking down at you with tenderness in his eyes. he waited patiently for you to look at him. shy under his gaze, you blinked up at him through your eyelashes.

his towering statue made you feel as though you were staring up at god himself.

“the body of christ.” he announced, his voice soft and gentle as he offered you the host.

your lips closed around the bread, brushing warm and soft against his fingertips. he tilted his head to the side ever so slightly in amusement, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

it was a small, unnoticeable action that should’ve been the first red flag that father lee wasn’t at all who he seemed. you were too naive to notice.

“amen.” you managed to reply with a small smile.

as you turned to walk back to your seat, the feeling of your lips lingered on the tips of father lee’s fingers. it felt as though he had been kissed by an angel.

the thought of you never left his head throughout the remainder of the mass. perhaps, you were a divine temptation. deliberately put in the priest's way as a challenge. a curious, innocent little thing that father lee was now so desperate to understand and claim.

to him, you were like a trembling lamb, completely oblivious of the wolf that stalked her. perhaps today was the perfect time to strike. maybe the prey was already ripe for the taking.

“not yet.” father lee thought to himself.

he decided that he would take his time to get to know you first. he would continue to observe you from afar like he always had. he'd play along with your disinterest in the church and of him. after all, how could you act like you didn't care if you kept coming back? it had to be some sort of an act that you put on every sunday.

surely something was drawing you to the church, to him. how silly of you. for someone so supposedly irreverent, you were displaying a great amount of devotion to the act that you were playing. but not to worry, father lee would sort you out. It was only a matter ofー

“father?” your voice interrupted his thoughts. “oh? you’re still here, my dove?” he asked, looking around to see that the church was now empty.

“i wanted to ask you a question, father.” you said, voice small as you distanced yourself from him.

“well of course you can ask me questions.” father lee took careful steps towards you. “come, sit down. what’s troubling you, dove?”

he gestured for you to sit. you bit down on your bottom lip, turning away from father lee, avoiding his eyes, unsure of how to start.

“it's alright.” his voice was calm and steady. "you're safe with me, flower. you can trust me."

he moved to sit in the aisle behind you, figuring that it was better to give you space given that he could sense how intimidated you felt around him.

“i fear that i'm being corrupted, father.” You started. “it's eating at me from the inside. spreading like hellfire.”

father lee’s heart filled with concern. “corruption? oh, my sweet dove. is this why you’ve been so distant recently? because you’ve been keeping all this to yourself?”

you stiffened like a deer caught in headlights. slowly, you nodded your head.

“my dove, this is a burden you needn't carry by yourself. i'm here for you.” you could hear his smile. "there's no reason for you to feel as though you have to distance yourself when you feel troubled.”

“i'm sorry, father.” you hung your head low.

“there's no need to apologize.” from his seat behind you, he placed a hand on your shoulder and squeezed it gently to comfort you. “please, drop the formalities, flower. we're friends. you can call me mark.”

“mark.” his name graced your lips, and it sent a warmth spreading through the father’s chest.

“so,” he cleared his throat. “tell me more about this… corruption.”

“you would condemn me, faー” you caught yourself before you could continue. “mark.”

“what kind of priest would i be to condemn such purity?” he reassured you.

he stood up from his seat, and slowly made his way to stand in front of you. you trained your eyes to the ground, too ashamed to even look at him. there was a deathly silence. the tension in the church suddenly made itself known.

he moved to stand closer to you so that the front of his shoes just barely touched yours. his shadow fell on you and yet, you started to feel hotter than the heat of the morning sun.

he spoke in a voice lower than you've ever heard it. “have you lost touch with your faith?”

you fidgeted with your hands in your lap. squirming under his gaze. you didn't answer. yoo stunned by the question asked of you, unsure of how to reply.

“tell me, dove.” he used two of his fingers to tilt your chin so that you looked up at him. “do you seek a new religion?”

you let out a small gasp. surely father ee hadn't just asked you that question? your lips began to tremble and you could feel yourself start to shake under his touch.

“n-no! i’ve not lost my faith.” you squealed. "this corruption is… different.”

“different?” he bent down to see you eye to eye. “how?”

“i-” the way he looked at you made you feel small. “i have these desires. sinful urges that come to me late at night. father, i want to rid myself of them.”

the corner of his lips tugged up into an amused grin. “sinful urges? desires? my dear, you aren't speaking of what I think you are… are you?”

you gulped. “it's shameful, father, i know.” small tears started to well up in your eyes.

“now, now, my dove. you've started to call me father again and i will have none of that.” he chuckled, wiping the tears away from your face. “shhh, there's no need to be ashamed.”

you blinked away your tears, focusing on the tender eyes of father lee.

“carnal needs are human, my dear. it’s in our nature to want to give in to that temptation.” he held your cheek in his hand. “tell me more of how this corruption consumes you.”

through hiccups and tears, you managed to tell him your confession. “the thoughts keep me up at night. when it's dark and i’m lonely. they make me dizzy and hot, and i get so wet and needy. it's hard not to give in, and i try! i really do!”

you melted into his touch, staring up at him with puppy dog eyes as you press your cheek further into his palm.

“it hurts when it happens, mark. i get so desperate sometimes my body moves on its own and i find myself grinding on my pillows, thinking of how it would feel if it was someone else. i feel empty and unsatisfied, and I don't want it anymore. i don't want to hurt anymore.”

you pouted up at him, hot tears rolling down your cheeks. father lee hummed as a prompt to keep going.

“please, father. please help me get rid of these desires.”

father lee ran the pad of his thumb along your bottom lip. “my, my, dove. that's a big confession.”

“m-mark, please.” you begged, pressing your thighs together. “i-i can feel it starting to corrupt me again.”

his eyes lit up with desire. “right now?”

you nod your head furiously. “the thoughts are coming back, mark.”

“they are?” he leaned in closer to you. “tell me what they're about, dove.”

“you!” you said breathlessly. “they're always of you!” a wicked sort of warmth passed through his chest, almost like a feeling of pride. it brought a smile to his face.

“me?” he chuckled as he tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear. “you resist the urge to indulge in me?”

like a bitch in heat, you’ve started panting, chest heaving as you stared wide-eyed at father lee. you felt your pussy pool with wetness, the sinful thoughts of father lee only adding more fuel to the fire.

“you wish to rid yourself of these desires, my dove?” he asked, voice still as gentle as ever.

“please, mark.” you pleaded. “forgive me for my sins.”

and who was he to deny his pretty little angel when she asks him to rid her of her carnal desires? after all, that is his duty as a priest, is it not? to cleanse sinners of their sins? you were such a clever little girl.

what better way to reconcile than to fuck those sinful thoughts out of your pretty little head and restore you back to purity?

“my dove, you've been corrupted with a sin that only I can absolve.” he stood up at full height and reached his hand out to you. “let me rid you of those sinful desires.”

hesitantly, you took his hand, and in an instant he pulled you towards him, capturing you in a searing kiss. he held you in his embrace, his arms snaking around your waist to hold you closer to him. his lips felt like heaven with every kiss, stealing your breath away until he had you gasping for air.

“up,” he commanded.

you jumped into his arms, and he caught you. your legs wrapped around his middle as you continued to kiss him. his tongue swiped at your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth to let him in. his kisses were wet and clumsy, his tongue lazily made out with your own. it was perfect.

with you still, in his arms, he led you to the altar. he laid you down on the surface, spreading you out on the altar, situating himself in between your thighs as he kissed his way down your neck.

“my pretty girl.” he whispered into your skin. “god took his time when he made you for me.”

his hands traveled down to rest on your hips, and he pulled away to look at you.

“oh, sweet thing.” he sighed in content. “you're like an angel laid out before me.”

heat rose to your cheeks at the comment and a sudden wave of shyness ran over you.

“don't you worry, my dear.” he said, rubbing small circles into the side of your hips. “i'll rid you of your sin.”

he played with the hem of your skirt. “can i?”

you gave him a small nod, and he slowly lifted up your skirt. underneath, he could see your wetness stain the fabric of your panties. he could practically smell the slick. he got down on his knees at the edge of the altar, adjusting you so that your pussy was just in front of his face.

“you're this wet for me?” he asked, his breath fanning over your clothed cunt.

“only for you,” you whimpered. he hummed in his throat. “i bet you can feel the desire in your pretty little pussy. you can feel yourself gushing, can't you?”

you whined pathetically, rolling your hips to get closer to him. he pulled your panties down and threw it to the side leaving you bare and exposed in front of him. he practically started to drool. he ran a finger up and down your folds, collecting your wetness, and you let out a moan.

“is this your first time being touched by another, my love?” he asked, teasing your entrance. your voice was small. “i’ve neverー”

“i see.” he cut you off, saving you from having to explain. “you truly are pure.”

his lips hovered over your pussy as he hooked his arms around your thighs, spreading them further apart. “stay still for me now, baby, your penance starts here.”

he licked a stripe up your folds and you melted. his tongue was hot and heavy against your cunt as he started to lick and suck. every time he moaned against your clit it would send shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. your hand came to tangle in his hair, guiding him up and down as you bucked your hips up to meet his tongue.

drool and spit started to dribble down his chin, but he didn't care. he was focused on tasting you, on drinking you in. he savored your flavor, addicted to your taste, hungry for me. he lapped at your cunt feverishly, head shaking violently from side to side as he fucked you with his tongue.

“mark! f-feels so good!” you moaned, throwing your head back in pure bliss. he pulled away to catch his breath, panting with his tongue out like a dog. a string of saliva connected his tongue to your pussy like a rosary. your glistening hole was truly a sight to behold.

he plunged two fingers inside you, and your back arched off the altar as you squealed. “oh no, angel. we can't have this." he tutted at your tight cunt. “m’ gonna need to stretch you out before you take me, alright?”

“o-okay.” you managed to let out. “that's my girl.” he praised.

his fingers were long and hit all the right places with each thrust. he scissored his middle and ring fingers inside you, stretching you out inch by inch to prep you. your thighs trembled with each thrust.

he slipped in another finger, curling and angling it deeper and harder each time. his digits were now coated in your wetness, squelching lewdly with every trust.

he could feel his cock twitch and ache at your moans. he brought his fingers to his lips to taste you, licking his fingers clean. he stood up and quickly rid himself of his clothes and your breath hitched at how pretty he was. he moved back to you, his calloused hands gripping your hips as he rested his cock against your cunt.

he slid his cock up and down against your folds, coating it with your wetness, letting you know just how big he is and how deep he'll be inside you.

“are you ready, my angel?”

“yes, mark,” you smiled at him. “i’m ready.”

the head of his cock pushes through your entrance and you shudder in delight. he eases himself in, feeling your velvet walls close around him as he slowly thrusts deeper inside you.

“f-fuuck.” he hissed. “you feel amazing, baby.”

when he bottomed out, you were already delirious. he bowed his head, starting to set a pace as he fucked into you. you reached out to hold something, anything, and your hand grabbed at the rosary hanging around his neck. you tugged on it like a leash, pulling him closer to you to kiss him as he fucked your puffy, leaking cunt.

you feel like you could split in half. his thrusts are deep and hard, his cock heavy in your pussy, filling it up to the brim. he moaned into your kisses, feeling dizzier by the second, intoxicated by you.

the lewd slaps of his hips slamming into yours, and the wet sounds of his cock slamming into your pussy were enough to make him come.

“m-mark, i’m close,” you whimpered against him. “me too, baby.” he groaned out breathlessly.

your walls tightened around him and it makes him fuck into you more. his thrusts got sloppy and erratic, less calculated as he focused on making you come. your hips bucked up to meet his, desperate to chase your high.

“m-mark! m’ gonna cum!” your eyes screwed shut as you feel a knot in your stomach.

“go on, angel.” he held your cheek in his hand. “cum for me.”

your orgasm ripped through you, sending you shaking in his arms. he whispered your name, as reverent as a prayer when he comes undone. his cock is buried deep into your pussy as he floods your insides with his cum. It starts to fill you up, heavy and sticky in your womb. you sighed in content, finally feeling full and satisfied.

he kissed your forehead, your cheek, and then your lips, smiling to himself.

“i believe, your sins are now forgiven.” he said gently. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “but father, even after my sins have been reconciled, why do i still think of you?”

he chuckled and rested his cheek against your chest, cuddling against you.

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yunarim · 9 months

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🥀 DAUGHTER OF EVIL | RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

The flower of evil sweetly blooms with maddening color // Although it's a very lovely flower // Indeed, there are too many thorns to touch it

ʚ🌹ɞ — ever since little you’ve been a servant of evil famous for an unswerving loyalty and devotion to the queendom’s only ruler, a crimson tyrant named riddle rosehearts. his every complaint, his mere whimsies — you’ve made those all come true, had he only snap his fingers. and now, witnessing the end of both of you — you wonder, what kind of future awaits you two?

✎ tags : gn reader, saga of evil inspired, reader as len (aka servant of evil but not riddle's twin, reader and riddle are not siblings in any ways), can be read as platonic, angst throughout the fic, mentions of death, happy ending

▸notes : lmao i actually re-entered my vocaloid obsession phase and decided to give it go. i kinda have all the dorm leaders assigned to the 7 deadly sins series, would you be willing to read everyone else's parts? ㅋㅋㅋ ✦ W.C. : 2.8K

“So, shall we start?”

Riddle crosses his legs, a high heel pointing at the lowly being in front of his eyes begging for something ever so utterly insignificant it’s boring. Ah, no, there’s another emotion making his blood boil in his vessels — annoyance.

“Your majesty,” a plowman swallows under Riddle’s sharp gaze and folds his hands in a prayer gesture, falling to his knees. “I h-have no right to beg, b-but the field can no longer be plowed, it has exhausted all its resources. A-and it hasn't rained in the kingdom for a long time…”

“Ha,” Riddle lets out a provocative laughter. “So? You know you can’t beg me, but came here just for that purpose?”

“P-please, if only you could cast a rain!.. I will repay you twice, no, thrice as hard!! P-please, your majesty, I!—”

“To think that you expect me to excuse you for ruining the field!” He laughs, the hoarseness in his voice rises with a playful tone gliding around him. “Ha!! You insolent brat. You’re forgetting I sorely despise such ignorant fools like you. Off with your head!”

You know what follows this line. You see a collar of an unbelievable beauty, yet also of an eeriness no one would ever want to experience. The collar clasps around the man's neck thin from starving, and wants to dart your glance somewhere else but him, knowing exactly well that you can’t.

“N-no…” a plowman cries. “I’m begging you, your majesty!! Please, anything but my magic!—”

“Take him away,” Riddle sighs, unamused. “I can’t stand these wails anymore.”

“As you wish, your majesty Rosehearts.”

Riddle follows your figure with a concentrated gaze fixed on your movements, and frowns at your actions. You tell the guards to get rid of the man that instant, no emotions flowing in the gleam of your eyes, and he wonders… How could you fit him so well?

There’s an absolute silence when you return and stand beside him at his right, a strong aroma of roses lingering around. It’s deceptively alluring, yet you feel like your skin could crumble just by standing here a second longer, though you also admit there’s no choice other than bowing your head so low it’s painful.

“Yuu,” you don’t dare to shift your eyes to him, nor to move an inch.

“Yes, your majesty Rosehearts?”

“How many times have I told you to stop calling me that?”

“You’re my sublimity, my only light and meaning of my lowly existence,” you answer unswervingly.

“Haaa,” Riddle sighs, pressing a hand to his forehead. “Want to be beheaded so much?”

“I am very sorry, your majesty.”

“You don’t look sorry at all.”

You finally move, ready to fall on your knees, but he rises from his throne and waves a hand, stopping you from doing anything absolutely ridiculous. Ah seriously, did he hurry when thinking you fit him so much?

Can’t you see he’s being different to you?

“Yuu,” his voice is suddenly low and dark. “Drop your act immediately, I know you’re a terrible actor.”

“In order to be an exceptionally flawless servant to you, your majesty Rosehearts, I must—”

“Enough!!”

You finally look up at him, witnessing his frown.

“It’s Riddle for you.”

You jolt when hear his heels echoing in the hall, and turn around to raise an objection, but then again who are you to have the right to do that?

The bells ring with deafening blows of the striker against the bronze walls, and Riddle turns to you, meeting your lost glance.

“Oh, it’s tea time.”

“I’ll prepare everything.”

You bow as lowly as you can, and ask to excuse you for leaving, and go back to the kitchen as if nothing ever happened a few minutes ago.

He’s always been like that. You remember him since you were born. You, a child of a counselor close to the previous king, possessing an enormous amount of magic within, and Riddle, future kingdom’s ruler. Despite your family losing all its value and status, you were assigned to being Riddle’s servant, thanks to the devotion of your ancestors.

Every other servant would often ask you how come you just didn’t abandon your position with the magic of your level or why wouldn’t you just kill him.

You don’t know yourself. If it was that easy to answer, you wouldn’t be here in the first place, and yet an image of Riddle’s genuine smile with a child-like playfulness splashing in the corner of his small red lips was fathoming you with a happiness blossoming inside.

Your heart aches whenever you remember Riddle mother’s strict yells and slaps she gave for mistakes at the age of five. You remember him sneaking out to eat a strawberry tart you bake, you also can’t forget the scars she left on you for being so lenient and exceeding your authorities—to think you dared to try helping him.

After all that,

Was there even a way to betray that smile that shines on his face when he looks at you?

“Oh, Yuu.”

You bow to Riddle when you see him approaching you riding a horse. His intimate tender smile who no one ever managed to witness, the smile he demonstrated exceptionally to you.

You can’t help but smile at him in return and jolt right after, remembering you have no right to do that.

“Ah,” he says, jumping off the horse with a light elegant move, and comes to you. “Why did you stop?”

“Stop?” You echo him.

“Smiling. It suits you.”

You swallow painfully, lowering your head and hearing an annoyed sigh from him again.

“Well then,” his hands land on your waist, causing you to gasp. “I just have to make you smile again.”

“Y-your majesty Rosehearts?..”

“Josephine,” he calls his horse and smiles. “Help me out.”

Josephine lowers slightly to make it easier for you to get on, and Riddle tries unsuccessfully to put you on.

“Your majesty Rosehearts, let me…”

You follow his silent request to get on the horse, and look at him with a confused gaze. Everything becomes more complicated when he jumps right after, making your back touch his chest, and he grabs the reins.

“Y-your ma!—”

“Ha-ha!” His laugh is clear and genuine, he smells like roses even on a horse, and you can’t help but smile. “I always wanted to ride with you.”

“With me?..”

“Indeed. You’re different from them.”

“Yes?”

“You…” A strong wind current makes you close your eyes and grab the reins in order to not fall, and feel Riddle pressing his whole body to yours, making sure you will hear him almost whispering in your ear. “Never speak bad about me behind my back.”

You don’t know how to respond, but Riddle doesn’t look like he would be happy to hear your reply in any case, so you let yourself enjoy the ride for a minute, and then turn to him, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of his pinkish cheeks.

“I have something to report—”

“Yuu!”

You hear two familiar voices, and ask Riddle to dismount. He helps you to get off the horse, and those who called you by your name run to you, welcoming in a warm embraces.

“Ace, Deuce,” you greet them calmly, despite your heart beating much faster. “I apologize for meeting you in such an unpleasant state of mine.”

“Nonsense,” Ace laughs off. “You’re just as silly as ever!”

“He’s right,” Deuce joins him and pokes your cheek. “We missed you!”

“I…” You turn to Riddle.

He’s not frowning, he’s not annoyed, he’s… You know that emotion. Disdain.

“Good afternoon, your majesty,” Deuce welcomes him, bowing, and Ace follows him not so eagerly.

“Ignorant as you ever were.”

“Your majesty Rosehearts, I wanted to report that Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade came in order to negotiate regarding the distribution of magical resources.”

“That is right, your majesty,” Deuce says. “And we have to proclaim the most important decision we had to make.”

You feel Ace grabbing you by the shoulder and look at him as if he lost all of his mind. And maybe he really did.

“We need to take Yuu with us as the only person left in the whole Queendom of Roses with such an enormous magical energy in order to provide them a promising future.”

You met Ace and Deuce while going shopping in the Clock Town, running out of magical artifacts, and instantly felt an unknown warm feeling growing in your chest. Red roses of happiness blossomed within, when you recognized that you can actually feel the emotion of being loved by your friends. You genuinely enjoyed the times you happened to meet them in the town.

And even though you knew they, like all of people in the Queendom of Roses, couldn’t stand Riddle Rosehearts’s tyranny and frivolous restriction of other people's magical abilities, you were predestined to have an exceptional enormous magic flowing within you, which Ace and Deuce were interested in. And unlike others, their unrotten desire was to make you happy, to let you study magic just as freely as you wished.

You once said you can’t betray your master, and the following question ‘Why is that?’ was absurdly reasonable, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to answer.

There was no such reason. Nothing except for Riddle’s warm smile, his lenient approach to you and the way his cheeks grew red when he was trying to impress you with gifts. You couldn’t dare to imagine deceiving his rapid heartbeat whenever you two studied magic together.

But Ace and Deuce were adamant to the point they wanted you to be free even and tyrant to be dethroned miserably. Despite knowing the state Queendom of Roses was in, how people starved and died after their magic being restricted which led to rain no longer falling and soils drying out forever, you still were… selfish.

And maybe your friends were too when deciding they could just rip you off Riddle’s strong chains.

“Make sure the Clock Town is badly stirred.”

You fell on your knees, your mind filled with void, and the only thing you could think about was to execute an order Riddle gave.

Your hands were shaking, you couldn’t hold the magic pen properly, and the flames of red flew everywhere around the Clock Town.

Heart-rending screams filled the entire space. You did not notice how the cinders and burnt dust filled your lungs; hysterical crying and crackling sparks of fire rang in your ears, but you mindlessly walked forward, squeezing the magic pen in your fingers.

“Yuu…” Deuce heard you, turning around.

He threw his head up, and a new stream of unrestrained tears gushed from his clear teal eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Remember me and Ace love you.”

He chuckled before you casted a magic spell devouring him.

“Goodbye, my dear best friend.”

You closed your eyes, dropping the pen and letting out an uncontrollable wail.

The servants ran away as time was short. You watched Ace leading the opposition, magic traces so obvious it could be seen in the air with the flows of bright crimson, ashes surrounding every inch of the castle, and you drew the curtain.

“Your majesty Rosehearts, you should run!”

“To hell with running away! I’m not a coward! I want to protect you!!”

“Y-you majesty Rosehearts,” your voice trembled at how genuine Riddle sounded, and you bit your lip, kneeling before him.

“Before long, the angry townspeople will probably overthrow us. Even if we so rightly deserve this. Despite this, I will still defy them.”

“Don’t you dare!! It’s an order, Yuu!”

You turned to him, his eyes glowing with unconcealed sadness and rage at once, tears sliding down his cheeks.

“Off with your head!”

You reflect the spell he tried casting on you, gifting him with an apologetic smile, and Riddle sees how much blot you accumulated.

“Yuu… no… you can’t…”

“Riddle.”

He rose up his head and felt air hitching in his throat, not allowing him to say anything to you.

“I’ll cover as you, and you use all the magic remaining to cover as me. You need to escape immediately, this would be my one and only wish. You remember I never asked for anything? Now it’s time for you to finally grant me your safety.”

Wave of magic enveloped you, and the second after Riddle was staring at the copy of himself, an ink embracing your limbs, and he felt pathetic for leaving you in that state.

“You… you ignorant… brat… How could.. you!” Sobs prevented him from speaking clearly, squeezing his throat with burning rods, but he could not go across your last request, waving a magic pen, and taking on your appearance. “If it’s to protect you, I will even become evil.”

Even if the entire world becomes his enemy, I will protect you, so just be there smiling and laughing.

You feel like burning, ashes and magic currents no longer feel familiar, it’s a deadly fire to your skin, and you see Ace screaming when flames envelop your body, and you physically feel how phantom rips off your body, the threads of your connection dying out. You use your last remaining powers to let the cover be saved to the very end, even when Ace’s hateful odious gaze filled with poison towards Riddle fixes on you.

It’s painful. It’s painful to the point you want to let your cover wear off, to beg Ace to save you from this burning hell, and the glimpse of familiar crimson hair locks somewhere behind the wall of dust chains you up to the conscious state for a moment.

Ah… right. The very reason you feel like disappearing is him.

You smile at him, seeing his teary eyes, and want to run closer, to ride Josephine together one more time, to sneak out and eat a strawberry tart, to practice magic together, to—

To envelop him in your warm embrace and to never let him go. If I could be reborn, at that time, I’d like to play with you again.

You press a hand to your forehead, wondering how in the world did you end up transmigrating to the other dimension. It was pretty much fine minding your business on Earth, why would you suddenly transfer here? And what is here actually?

You hear people whispering something about you—magicless human, blah-blah-blah or whatsoever—is magic really a thing here? You suddenly feel a viscous feeling tiring you out when you think about using magic. How peculiar, given you don’t even know what it would be like.

“To think you presume you would run away from me.”

You blink absentmindedly when you hear the voice so oddly familiar and strangely endearing, despite the situation not being conducive.

“Off with your head!”

The tone, the hoarseness in this voice makes you jolt and swallow, you don’t realize you’re shivering.

“You okay?” Someone asks you but you don’t hear anything despite the voice.

You follow its source with your concentrated gaze and finally find the boy with bright red hair and gray eyes, an annoying gaze of which is aimed at the creature who introduced himself as Grim, who caused the commotion.

“As wonderful as ever. Any and all magic gets sealed by your Unique Magic, Riddle-san.”

Riddle…

How come you know his name despite never having met him before?

“Hmph,” the boy shrugs it off. “Of course I— Huh?”

You feel his gaze landing on you, and he drops his magic pen, looking straight at you. Indescribable feeling fills you up instantly, and you suddenly just know your skin feels like it's burning, and somehow there’s a rose aroma lingering in the air.

“Yuu?..”

“Huh? You know them?” The other boy asks when Riddle parts his lips.

“I am not… sure?”

“You’re,” you approach him, subconsciously feeling a strange urge to embrace him. “Riddle Rosehearts.”

“You’re correct, indeed, but how in the world… Ahem.”

He coughs and stretches out a hand to you to shake it.

“Nice to meet you. Please call me… Riddle.”

“What?! Did dorm leader Rosehearts just say to call him only by his name… this magicless human?!”

You don’t know what you are getting down on your knees and taking his hand, pressing an ephemeral kiss on its back.

“W-wha?!—”

“Oh!” You raise up instantly, realizing what you just did. “I’m sorry, it was an… instinct?..”

“Is that so…”

Somehow… you don’t understand what is that exceptionally majestic about him, but you smile and see how his cheeks grow red.

“Riddle,” you say his name out loud quite awkwardly, as if trying to roll it on your tongue and taste how it sounds, and he blushes. “I know it’s sudden, but would it be okay to eat a strawberry tart together after this all will be solved?”

“I… don’t mind.”

If I were to be reborn... it'll be nice if we'll meet again.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #deuce spade

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benevolentcalamity · 1 month

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By the Ruinous Sea [Susabi x GN!Reader]

It's been a while since I did a fic for Onmyoji, so what better way to return to it than with my first SSR. Heheeee~

CURTAINS!

"Susabi-Kamisama."

With a flick of your fingers, the incense lights, the distant tide calming in a blink.

"Hear me..."

A village by the sea, once proud with bounties of fish and joy. Legends speak of a boy who lived in it that could predict the coming storms, and thusly the people were blessed with his fortunes and visions. Over time, though, his predictions would be more wrong by the day, until the village turned against him. In their fury, they deemed him a perfect sacrifice to their god.

What followed was perfect ruin. Be it because the god rejected their offering, or simply that they had disgraced a gift, the village was decimated beyond repair. Very few managed to escape all this trauma, and whoever did could only speak that fear in hushed tongues.

Your mother, for example, and her mother before and even her mother before, passed this tale down. It took you a long time to track down this village, moreso because the wreckage is unrecognizable from many others like it. But now you're here, and you can finally unload this burden.

"I am not a child of this village, therefore I've no right to speak or pray on its behalf - of this you know yourself." You swallow. "But all the same, I ask your forgiveness of those who once lived here. Their grave sin of spurning your gift cost them dearly, the punishment swift and absolute." For a moment there's a flicker, and you pause, opening your ears, before clearing your throat. "They hadn't a clue the weight of their decisions. Even so, it was too cruel an action, sacrificing a dear child that had brought no evil."

Outside, the tide roars a moment, slapping against the rotted wood door. At first you're shaken to the core; could it be Susabi himself responding to you? Or perhaps it's something else. All the same, you must finish your prayer. Tightening your palms together, the prayer beads sway on your wrists with the growing breeze.

"... Susabi-kamisama, forgive them, I beg." You swallow. "That regret haunted them, and it haunts us, their distant children. Their souls cry with each homage, and the scent of the ocean brings naught but tears. The time for that pain has passed, has it not? For that poor boy rests now among the stars... My only wish is for him and you to know, truly, how deeply we seek atonement."

The ocean goes quiet, unbearably. At the same time, the wind does as well.

"Susabi-kamisama..."

Shame weighs down your heart, not in an insincere prayer, but a notion it will never be heard. Perhaps it is deserved - what god would listen to a lineage like yours that cursed a gift? - and yet you can't help but despair. Swallowing harshly, you lower your folded hands onto the ground, adjusting so you can rest your forehead on them. You'll remain for a while... Maybe get some sleep before you begin the journey home.

You hardly have enough in your purse to buy more meat buns, and traveling merchants are more... lascivious when it comes to someone like you so pious and gentle. But you're hardly a fool, so the berating is not new.

A soft light on the sand draws your eye, and slowly you rise up. With the incense halfway burned, and the offerings still fresh, you blink. Something passes through your heart, and you unevenly gasp, standing and whirling around.

Standing there at the door, arms crossed, is a man. Deep indigo, almost black hair near-obscures the one eye, his ornate clothes signifying deep importance. Displeasure, annoyance even, curls his lip and furrows his brows, sharp eyes looking down at you. Not from his nose, no, but simply from his standing. Even with a momentary onceover you realize, this is not a man to be trifled with.

"Foolish humans... They reject the gifts from the gods they so wanted, and take so long to show even a hint of remorse for their callousness." His derision isn't directed at you, and yet it stings. "... Their god is not here. Your prayers shall be heard by no one. Even if it were, what good would it do now? If your distant ancestors were complicit in the child's suffering, then it would be their duty to apologize, not you."

"Children pay for the sins of their parents," You reply. "... That's what I've always known."

An exasperated huff is the response, and your brow furrows.

"... Even if it isn't my responsibility to apologize for what was done that day, it has never felt right to me to brush it away as simple folklore or a wives' tale. If I can do this much, then the guilt that has haunted us for so long will be lifted, someday." You swallow. "Be it by their own admission, or on behalf of the dead, is it not unfair that a past sin be ignored?"

"And is it fair, then, that a babe be punished for a father's cruelty?"

Your hands tremble. "... No."

"The guilt you speak of is a bodiless heirloom of no value. The sin committed in this place has been punished, and there is no more to say or do. The gods will hear no prayer that is unneeded to say." He takes a few steps closer to you, towering over you. "... Leave this village, and do not return - you have no business bearing sins uncommitted."

Somehow, someway, you maintain to meet his eyes. "... Who are you, exactly?"

He doesn't answer.

"You know of this village as well, don't you? What is your family name?"

He remains silent, his gaze drawing to the side as the ocean regains its vigor.

You gulp. "... Wait a moment..."

That's when you have his attention. "The tides will recede tonight, another wave to follow. Before long it'll sweep away what remains of this place." Then his eyes snap back to you. "... Go home, [Name]. And don't come back."

A cold whir in your ears, and your one hand rises. "... Susabi-kamisama...?"

His hand sweeps, and the incense burns out, the ocean beginning to roar. "Leave."

Defeat draws a soft breath from your chest, and you decide to simply do as he says. Pushing open the rotted door, you notice the ominous calm of the sea. Biting your lip, you note how it shrinks away, little by little, like a critter not wanting to be seen by a fox. Seems it is readying itself for another tsunami...

Your innate demeanor guides you to turn back to thank him for the warning, but strangely, the man is gone. All that remains is the soft glimmer that only slightly resembles the divine starlight that twinkled even in his eyes.

A soft nod, and you turn to begin the journey, clutching your beads tight as you ascend into the lonely paths of the highlands.

"Susabi-kamisama... I thank you, for your mercy."

A shooting star above, straight forward over your path, is the sole reply.

#onmyoji #susabi #onmyoji susabi #onmyoji x reader #my writing #writers of tumblr #our favorite grumpy gus

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thekingwhereitallends · 2 months

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MitsuSara One Shot: Tsukuyomi x Amaterasu

Summary:Sarada crosses Mitsuki's path and aims to stop him from embracing darkness.

Main Pairing:Mitsuki x Sarada Uchiha

Genre:Fantasy,Sci-fi,Angst

*This is a fanfiction i finished and published on ao3 for valentine's day but since i doubt you clicked on the link to read the first chapter back then two months ago in christmas, i thought of uploading this banger here.

Don't be afraid of commenting. Likes and reblogs are appreciated.*

"The artwork is a christmas gift for me drawn by @scarletofspring . Do not steal/repost/use it without permission!*

Date:Nov.27th 2042

Primordial World

On the endless planet that exists in centre of the boundless creation, There is a boy praying for gods to lend him a power surpassed by no mortal, but those who know this boy are not certain if he is planning to be a savior or bringer of apocalypse. Mitsuki often wonders if he could really fight off the forces of darkness or not.

"Right on time." Mitsuki says an instant after finishing his prayer. Mitsuki looks back over his shouder to meet a person he cherishes more than any other. "I hoped it's Sumire who follows the traces and reaches me. But of course you will be the one who seeks me out."

"Mitsuki..." Sarada stands around 20 meters away from her friend, staring at her friend with crimson eyes that aim to penetrate the heart of the person in front of them in search of answers but fail miserably as the bearer of those eyes is hesitant.

"Been a while,Sarada." Mitsuki turns back. "I missed you dearly." Mitsuki wears a smile but Sarada can clearly feel the sadness that has shook her soulmate to the core.

Sarada wishes to pull Mitsuki in for a warm hug above all else, to weep bloody tears together with him and finally find solace in each other's arms. However, between Mitsuki and her there is an imperceptible barrier that prevents Sarada from reaching for Mitsuki.

Sarada can sense Mitsuki's dangerous thoughts but she knows Mitsuki will never lie to her.

"I felt a void with your absence for so long as well." Sarada looks away,but why?

"Once a person achives great chakra control, they are able to perform astonishing feats. For instance children will surpass adults, the shinobis will become highly resistant to genjutsu and the ninjas would last much longer than their peers with average chakra control. They can also do this..." Mitsuki snaps his fingers, Sarada finsa herself in a peaceful environment with Mitsuki. The seemingly endless dimension that constantly changes colors.

"The ability to enter Astral Plane. Over two thousand years ago, Hagoromo and Hamura Otsutsuki were became the very first individuals to learn perfect understanding on mechanism of chakra which allowed them to evolve in extremely short amounts of time. By the age of 18, they were already 7th dimensional entities with limitless potential who kept ascending until they transcended the boundless creation. They left immeasurable avatars of themselves in each universe, to teach ninshu to all societies. The people learnt to enter this plane and by spending time together, came to settle all the matters and that resulted in global peace in so many worlds. Many of those worlds are free from evil and corrupted, and many other abandoned their beliefs." Mitsuki continues.

Mitsuki approaches Sarada, touching her chest where the heart is located with his index finger. "I don't even need to touch you here if my wish is to reach your heart. I can read all your emotions like an open book if i will it. But let me ask you one thing..." Mitsuki takes Sarada's hand in her's and places it on his chest. "Are you brave enough to put aside all those fears and do what you must do?"

Sarada closes her eyes to concentrate. Mitsuki realizes Sarada is ready to embrace her true feeling therefore he makes it easier for Sarada to read his emotions.

'Sorrow,Grief,Regret,Despair,Relief...and Jealousy...' Sarada thinks, resting her forehead on Mitsuki's chest, shivering as she can feel Mitsuki's feelings to a great degree. "Why?"

"I'm not the only person whose memories had been lost." Mitsuki speaks,which takea Sarada by surprise. "Let me show you what you have forgotten." Mitsuki's right hand finds it's way up to Sarada's left arm, lifting Sarada's chin up with his left hand's forefinger. "There..." Mitsuki points at his right side.

"That's..." Sarada watches a little girl wearing white buttoned shirt, red tie, red skirt and black sandals approaching a healing chamber filled with water, in a room drowned in dim dark blue light. Inside the chamber, there is a naked boy. The girl covers her eyes.

"Why don't you have anything on?" The little girl with red glasses cries as she covers the slight blush on her face.

Sarada's expression turns into an annoyed one as he witnesses that particular scene, dropping her shoulder. "Did you bring me here to piss me off?" Sarada gives Mitsuki a side-eye, which is funny to Mitsuki who chuckles seeing Sarada like this. "Yeah,that was intentional. Showing me my embarassing younger self."

"Just keep watching." Mitsuki utters, patting Sarada on top of her head. Sarada turns her attention to the tiny version of herself.

The little Sarada lowers her hands to see the boy out of sheer curiosity. "Woah..." Little Sarada murmurs, mesmerized by the sight of Little Mitsuki inside the water tank. His pale skin shining, captivating Sarada. 'He reminds me of Sai-san with this snow white look of his. But that white hair...gosh, i wanna fondle with his silky white hair so bad.'

Sarada and Mitsuki each raise an eyebrow when looking at each other. Sarada frowns, Mitsuki smirks.

"Please don't tell me i wasn't the only one who heard those words?" Sarada frets, which has Mitsuki roll in the aisles. Sarada too cracks up the instant she sees Mitsuki being greatly amused

"I always wondered if someone ever liked to play with my hair. That's one of reasons why i let it grow this long because i surmised you would be attracted to me. It seems the old you would've loved to bury her face in my hair." Mitsuki bubbles as he gently punches Sarada on the arm.

"Come on,you look fine as heck!" Sarada insists. "Honestly, i was searching to find the shampoo you use but i could never find it. I bet it is especially made for you, right?" Sarada continues, pinching Mitsuki on arm as she is laughing.

"I asked my parent to make me a super nutrient shampoo with the sweetest scent and after a few days, they came up with the proper formula. That's the whole story." Mitsuki responds. "Now now, don't let all distract you."

"Right." Sarada said.

"What are you looking for,Sarada?" Sasuke says, jumpscaring his little daughter.

"Gah...you know i am unable to sense your presence and keep doing this over and over again." Little Sarada yells, pouting as she folds her arms.

Little Mitsuki opens his eyes, gaining Little Sarada's attention as a result. Staring at Sasuke with his amber eyes, Mitsuki's gaze is devoid of any positive emotion but also not showing any sign of negative thoughts. 'Sasuke...san...'

"It seems this kid could do what you fail to do." Sasuke teases his daughter.

"You mean he woke up because he could sense your aura?" Little Sarada asks her father.

"Yes." Sasuke responds.

"Is he Orochimaru-san's son?" Little Sarada asks her father as he lifts her from the ground to hold her in his arm.

"That's right." Sasuke answered.

"Why is he inside this water tank?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

"How long has he been inside there?"

"Ever since he was born. He can only stay outside of the healing chamber for less than a day and then spends the next couple of days inside it."

"That is awful."

"But it's good for his own sake."

"..."

Sasuke watches her daughter as she reaches for the glass to touch it. Little Mitsuki does the same, pressing his hand against the part of glass where Sarada's hand is touching it.

'What is your name?' Little Mitsuki thinks? interested in the girl who apparently does feel for him.

"When you were born,you too became sick. Your body couldn't handle the powerful chakra you inherited from me. Sakura and I decided to bring you to Orochimaru, who saved your life. You were here, inside the healing chamber. After four months, this boy was born therefore you had a company on your right." Sasuke tells her daughter what he remembers about Mitsuki's birth.

"And?" Sarada turns to Sasuke, with eager eyes waiting for Sasuke to finish his story.

"The kid carries a power matched by none of those in his generation...in your generation. It doesn't mean that you don't have the potential to reach his level, just that he's now a few steps ahead of you and your friends."

"But why has he inherited such absurd level of power?"

"Well,i'm not sure if i can answer this question. It's up to him to decide what to do with this unfathomable might of his. It could be a blessing for the people he comes to love and himself, or a curse that will only bring pain and suffering for everyone he knows. If you are lucky enough, he may end up befriending you."

"Hm..." Little Sarada starts to ponder.

"What do you think,Sarada?" Sasuke asks his daughter in a gentle tune.

'Sarada,huh?' Mitsuki thinks, grateful that he doesn't have to wait for a long time to find the girl's name and that he had learnt some speechreading in the past. 'Why do i care?' He was surprised at himself for being intrigurd after seeing the girl infront of him.

"I think i'd like to spend some time with him. He gives me the vibes of a cool boy. That's my first impression of him, mind you that no other boy seems like him to me."

'She thinks i am cool.' Mitsuki thinks, the words that just came out of Sarada's mouth relieves him.

"Don't you want to know his name?" Sasuke asks his daughter.

"You refused to reveal his indentity, how bold of you to ask me this question." Little Sarada replies, poking on Sasuke's forehead repeatedly which makes Sasuke chuckle. "No,thanks. I will ask the boy the next time i see him outside of the healing chamber. You keep in touch with Orochimaru-san, and then bring me here to see if the boy is as good as he seems or not."

"Fair enough." Sasuke responds. "Shall we leave?"

"Yeah." Little Sarada said as she wrapped her arms around her father's arms who started to walk away from Little Mitsuki's healing chamber. She waves hand at Mitsuki as she begins to carve the lonely boy's image into her mind. 'We will meet again,i promise.' Sarada thinks and the closes her eyes with a sad expression on her face.

"December 29th 2031. A couple of days later..." Mitsuki swings his sword and the thought vanishes to be replaced with another one.

"Ready?Fight!" Karin shouts, declaring the start of Mitsuki's and Sarada's sparing match against each other. The kids charg at each other, five hundred of times faster than speed of light.

Suigetsu is sitting in a corner chewing his fingernails, terrified of of what might happen to Sarada. 'If Mitsuki accidentally messes Sarada up, Sasuke will surely fuck Orochimaru up and we all may be fucked amidst that scary battle which looks more like a massacre to me now that i think of it...'

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk..." Karin is utterly disappointed to see Suigetsu in that condition until she figures what her husband may be thinking at that moment. 'Oh shit!' Karin freaks out.

Yoruza, Suigetsu's and Karin's red haired, pale skinned daughter with violet eyes is sitting close to her father, resting her chind on the palm of her hand. "Dad,get out of this drama king mood of your's and be the badass man you usually are."

Seina Shakudo; Orochimaru's red-haired of fair complexion with beautiful aquamarine eyes companion is standing on The Lord of Darkness' rightt side, drinking her her cup of tea. Not really amused by the sight of children fighting each other.

And then there is Jugo who finds all that is happening to be peak of entertainment. Birds taking seats on his shoulders, chilling with the peace-loving and kind-hearted beast. "You all better stop being so dense and enjoy these moments."

"I admire your spirit,Jugo. But as a mother who has not clue how this boy has been trained to fight, it's only natural for me to be perturbed." Sakura says.

"After the conversations i've had with my dear child, i deduced that someone has had an impact on his mindset. I'm afraid it will cost my son the inevitable victory. And i have no one to blame..." Orochimaru stops talking as they sees Little Sarada on top of Little Mitsuki "But Sasuke-kun." Sasuke's daughter punches Orochimaru's son in the face.

"OUCH!" Little Sarada lets out a groan. "What are you made of?!?"

"I...uh..." Little Mitsuki panicks as he sees his rival broke her hand and wrist because of him. "Sorry..."

"I told you that you all have a screw loose." Log yells at everyone else.

Sarada is left jawdropped agyrt seeing how her younger self was humiliated. "That was embarassing."

"Fastforward to the important part." Mitsuki says.

"It's okay. It was expected, you know. My mother healed my hand. Everything is fine now." Little Sarada telss Little Mitsuki as she putsbher hand on his shoulder.

"I promised your father i will never hurt you. That i will always protect you from anything that threatens your safety." Little Mitsuki says, his head buried between legs.

"Look,i don't plan on becoming a damsel in distress. I appreciate your concern but you don't have to feel guilty for what happened to me. I should've trained much harder and become stronger than everyone else, including you." Sarada asserts.

"Why?" Little Mitsuki asks

"Because my dream is to become the greatest hokage of all time, silly." Little Sarada said and booped Little Mitsuki's nose, the latter blinks after she did that to him.

"You sound incredibly passionate..." Little Mitsuki sighed.

"What's your dream?"

"Me?"

"Yes. You. Who else do you think is supposed to answer this question?"

"I don't have any dreams."

"Come on, don't be ridiculous. That life you're living is so boring if you have no purpose."

"I have been told that my birth was the will of gods. I guess you will have to be waiting till i find the answer you're eager to hear now."

"That's not what i wished for but i suppose it's still cool to know you too are going to have your own adventures. Why aren't you excited?"

"Perhaps the reason for that is i have yet to have a dream of my own.

"Oh...that...actually makes sense."

"Yeah..."

Little Sarada wrapped her arms around Little Mitsuki's arms and leaned onto his shoulder.

"I almost forgot... What is your name?"

"Mitsuki."

"I am Sarada."

"I know."

"I thought you were a cool guy."

"Did i disappoint you?

"Yes."

"Sorry."

"You may be even cooler than my papa."

"What?"

"I should be hating on you but i can't. I am angry at myself for that."

"Hmph..."

And then Mitsuki and Sarada come back to primordial world.

"Ada rewrote the history to alter my memories. Because of Kawaki, i was rubbed of so many precious memories but there was one constant in my life that didn't fade away:You." Mitsuki utters as he is unbuttoning his black and dark blue trenchcoat. "My brother made me think that Boruto is my sun. Boruto,son of Naruto Uzumaki who saved the shinobi world. Beacon of hope, child of prophecy, he has been given multiple aliases. Log thought that Boruto was the right person to guide me for he would never fall to darkness. Ada altered almost everyone's memories and in my mind, Kawaki was the person Boruto was supposed to be. Kawaki messed up, which made me question the nature of reality and i came to realize a subtle truth."

Mitsuki transports his trenchcoat into a dimension in which Mitsuki stored his weapons and tools using the summoning tag wrapped around his left wrist under the separate arm sleeves.

Showing off his shredded upper half, It's the first time to see Mitsuki with six tomoe marks on his chest. Mitsuki also wears a crescent moon necklace made of moonstone and silver that Sarada gifted him on his 13th birthday.

"The bond Boruto and I formed was never as strong as i believed it was. He was indeed a bright child who encouraged me at times and i considered him a dear friend of mine's, but he was living in his own world. He often didn't exist in my life. Boruto was never the sun to my moon because i never really idolized him, always made sure he learnt from his mistakes." Mitsuki asserts.

"But there you were. Perhaps i was drawn to you because of the genes i inherited from my parent Orochimaru who was always obsessed with Uchiha. But ever since we met and were put in the same team, i looked up to you and unconsciously followed your footsteps. You were the one who was guiding me all along. You were there for me when nobody else was. You loved to hang out with me not just to know me better but also to help me become independent. You wanted to be by my side because you found peace when we were together. Think about it..." Mitsuki continues.

Sarada shut her eyes, trying to make a sense out of all that came out of Mitsuki's words. Sarada never hated symbolism and metaphors,but rather that she believed Mitsuki was obsessed with them to no end. She hypothetized that the reason for that could be the loose sense of identity or lack of a defined purpose in life. However, after what she heard a few moments earlier,it seemed to her that Mitsuki had finally realized what his goal is.

"It doesn't matter if i truly am your sun or not. I'll make sure to become one to save you from the limitless void you are trapped in. That's my promise,Mikki." Sarada asserts,with a bright smile on her face.

"That's what i was talking about." Mitsuki shuts his eyes,wearing a half-smile.

"One thing that bothered me in this last four years was that everything was about Boruto and Kawaki. You distanced yourself from me and no matter how much i tried,i could not really figure out if you chose one of those idiots over me. Not that it makes much of a difference now. Had you not chosen separation,you wouldn't be here prepared to beat me into a pulp if that's what it takes to bring me back to the village." Mitsuki glowers.

"You know that's not true! Boruto is there fighting for his life and doesn't really have anyone out there to back him up if bunch of bastards decide to hunt him down!" Sarada insists.

"Boruto was far more powerful than you when he left and he had Sasuke-san on his side! You were only risking your life and almost got yourself killed because of Kawaki! There was no sane for you to do what you did in all those years! You should've had faith in Boruto and valued your life because without you,all hope will he lost!" Mitsuki yells at Sarada.

"What are saying..?"

"The cloud of optimism has blinded your judgement. You may be able to reason with so many people,but there will come a day you will not be capable of empathizing with someone. Either because they are irredeemable or that they don't wish to be saved...You can't save everyone,Sarada. It doesn't worth to risk your life in doing so,because it's upon Boruto as the man who is slowly beginning to truly understand Kawaki's pain."

"I highly doubt that you plan to spare Kawaki."

"Kawaki is much too dangerous to be left alive. I have to get rid of him before he manages to fully masters his powers. He is unhinged and unpredictable,i won't allow him to take the lives of my loved ones or any other living being."

"Mitsuki..."

"What did Ada do to deserve such a horrific death?"

Tears falling from his cheeks,Mitsuki covers his eyes. "Neither Code nor I could save her. I could only just to see how she lost the single ray of hope she had kept in her heart for all her life."

"It's never too late. We may be able to fix it all."

"Only if you follow my lead this time around."

"What is your goal?"

"My goal...is to achive true peace. Not just for humans but all living beings. That includes Otsutsukis as well. This is an ambitious goal. A revolution on multiversal scale."

"Are you out of your right mind? Humans, Otsutsukis and Tenkajoyos have antagonized each other for billions of years! There is no way you can put an end to this conflict so easily! There will be an interdimensional war like no other and countless lives will be lost!"

"What if the one who wishes to settle all the matters shares the same blood with the three species?"

"No way..."

"A hybrid with royal blood of three supreme species flowing in his veins shall be given the authority to rule over the creation itself. But before that,a sacrifice must be made."

"That's why you came here,huh?"

"You always wished to know about my heritage. You asked me if i had a mother or if it was my parent Orochimaru themself who gave birth to me and that i am not really a clone? You came up with so many theories and to be honest,they were weird but interesting nontheless."

Mitsuki summons his 2 meters long sword. Muramasa sword which is in it's sheath that is decorated with jewels and a kanji sentence "Seikyo no Kishin" written on it which translates to "Demon Death God".

"Everything you know about the nature of my birth is true, although it's half of all you should be aware of. I am a synthetic human whose genetics were modified to be perfect in order to carry the power of gods. I am a partial of clone of Toneri Otsutsuki,therefore i descend from Hamura and Mirina Otsutsuki. For your information,Mirina Otsutsuki was a princess but considered to be an abomination for mere fact that she was daughter of Otsutsuki King and Dragon Queen. Two thousand years ago she came to our universe in order to reclaim Kaguya's chakra but fell in love with Hamura who guided her to the path of righteousness and became one with her. The source of Mirina's power is from an ancient god that Tenkajoyo clan worshipped. He is called Ryujin,and in the last two eons ever since Hamura and Mirina,no one was ever able to draw power from that god. I am the first person since my paternal ancestors to muster the true might of both Otsutsuki and Tenkajoyo clans as a human being."

"You said paternal? Does that mean you have a biological mother?"

"Yes. Sometime before the birth of Boruto, my father Toneri became ill for a short period of time. Hinata-hime learnt about it and rushed to his side,and healed his wounds. My Father kept Hinata-hime's chakra inside himself for it was his share of the woman he unconditionaly loved, which partially transforming his genes just like your father whose life was saved by Karin-san and that became one of main two reasons you are wearing glasees."

"..."

"Listen to me, back then i always told you that i will always support your dream to become hokage but i learnt to see the whole picture. You should never be a hokage."

"Mitsuki,i know where you are coming from but i genuinely believe i can change the shinobi system!"

"Just like Naruto-san did,right?" Mitsuki mocks Sarada.

"What?" Sarada is caught off guard.

"This shinobi system is founded by a man driven by fears and ready to terminate whole bloodlines if that's all it takes to protect his nation. Let me tell you the story of a boy whose dream was to become the most powerful ninja of all time,to be a hokage who puts an end to all the war and conflict. Do you know what led to Uchiha Downfall?"

"My uncle Itachi slaughtered his clan because he was tired of shedding blood and sweat for them. He left the village and turned into a rogue ninja who shortly afterwards joined Akatsuki."

"It seems your father didn't tell you the truth. It was the government who ordered Itachi to eradicate Uchiha off the face of earth. Fourty years ago, it was masked man who summoned kyuubi and because of that person, thousands of civillians and shinobis were killed. Danzo speculated Uchiha clan were responsible for the tragedy,but he didn't know it was an outsider who did that. Obito was a chunin of the village,who was said to have given his life to save his friend Kakashi. He was saved by a mysterious man and became his shadow. Obito was Madara's puppet who aimed to destroy the village. The Uchiha inside were deemed guilty and were oppressed and ostracized,while Obito manipulated your grandfather's subordinates for his own benefit. Uchiha plotted a coup d'etat to overthrow Konoha government for treating them fairly,and there was Itachi who was a conflicted double spy forced to make the toughest decision one could possible make. Itachi did what he did to prevent a world war and deaths of millions of innocent children."

Sarada freezes.

Mitsuki has been staring at the ground and now turns his gaze to Sarada.

She is on the verge of crying.

"There is no need for me to tell you what our Tsubasa-sensei and Boruto went through. As long as this shinobi system exists, there will be child soldiers who have to make sacrifices. Races to be eradicated. Nations start wars because of difference in religious views, pillaging other territories for money, invading other regions to gain more influence, killing people out hatred or for revenge. Many do it just to enjoy seeing their victims perish. This cycle of suffering shall not end until someone stands up in the face of injustice and cruelty to fight back. I shall be the one who crushes the corrupted systems of all worlds. You have no place in such world. I won't allow you to serve a system founded on blood of countless innocent lives."

"What is the difference between you and Kawaki?

"I will not commit genocide. Kawaki's mindset is hypocritical in essence as he is ready to kill whoever stands in his way while be pretends he is only trying to save the village."

"But what if you die fighting for your ideals?"

"You and I are the same regarding that matter. I am not a suicidal maniac,but if my sacrifice is all it takes to turn my ideals into a reality then i will gladly give my life knowing everyone will be happy and safe."

"You know that i am not gonna let you do that,right?"

"Then join me,Sarada. Together,we can do anything. There is no need for you to oppose me."

"I can't do that unless i betray my ideals."

"I see..."

Mitsuki draws out Muramasa out from it's sheath. The scarlet-colored sword starts to shine,thirsting for blood. "It's said that Muramasa is a cursed sword that corrupts the wielder as the time passes,slowly turning them into ruthless murderers. But if the one is mentally strong enough,they are able to resist the temptations and use this weapon for justice. This is a weapon that bypasses indestructible defenses and targets the soul to erase the impurities. Before ascension, i have to get rid of the unnecessary thoughts and emotions to become a perfect vessel to host the powers of gods."

"Are you sure that's what truly wish for?" Sarada says as she activates her mangekyou sharingan.

"Those who wish to hurt you...I shall crush their dreams...no one has the right to take you away from me..." Mitsuki says as he stabs himself in the heart In order to break the seal that prevents him from reaching his fullest potential.

"Mitsuki!" Shouts Sarada as she leaps toward Mitsuki.

A torrent of water wraps itself around Mitsuki's body,the drops of water burn through Sarada's flesh,forcing her to jump back as she figures the water is not harming her friend.

"Curse the fate for this unforgivable plot!" Mitsuki utters,and the torrent of water pulls him inside the endless ocean of primordial world.

Sarada summons her Crimson Red Perfect Susanoo and reaches for Mitsuki only to stop in middle of air as she hears a warning in the back of her mind.

"That rivers of abhorrence, concealment, woe, lamentation and fire enter that ocean. If someone like you jumps into that,the best case scenario is they will be erased from the timeline instantly. Direct contact with that ocean in this place will be your doom." Says Katsuyu.

"What is Mitsuki planning to do,Katsuyu-san?" Sarada asks her mentor.

"I remember my grandfather telling me story of a mythological spear that was used to create worlds. Based on what i witnessed here,it seems the tale was a legend based on the weapon Hamura Otsutsuki created eons ego and buried it deep inside the cosmic ocean. It's said that the weapon can turn one into an omnipotent entity. If a person with dangerous ideology finds it,they shall gain the ability to shatter the very fabric of reality itself on a really vast scale. Ameno Sakahoko is the name of that spear."

"Are you implying that Mitsuki is destined to claim ameno sakahoko for himself?"

"Indeed. He is now bonding with the ocean and ameno sakahoko will become part of his identity, thus no one shall be able to steal it from him even if he dies. But even someone as talented as him should train three years to gain full control over such weapon."

Sarada senses a danger coming and flies backward.

An impact from the deepest pits of cosmic sends shockwaves that shake the entire planet, Mitsuki awakens and flies toward the sky, charging toward Sarada, breaks through her susanoo, wraps his arms arounds around Sarada's body.

In less than an attosecond, Mitsuki crosses three hundred sextillion kilometers to protect Sarada from running out of lifespan and falling to madness due to being so close to the ocean.

Mitsuki let's go out of Sarada and as he is falling on his knees, Sarada finds herself in another dimension. Not the universe they belong to. That seems to be a creation of ancient sages to her.

This was the plan to get out of the primordial world because it's environment puts devastating toll on Sarada's body due to unique laws of physics and metaphysics.

"Mitsuki..." Sarada says as he reaches for her friend.

As soon as Mitsuki's hands touch the ground, he enters his dragon sage mode. His new body adapting as he is summoning the strength of mayhem. The aura he releases so intense it could effortlessly shatter the fabric of reality. It only leaves a crater on the ground, rupturing the planet that is thirty times larger than earth.

'Mitsuki's chakra pool is comparable to Prime Juubi level in terms of potency. He is not joking around...' Sarada raises on her feet, levitating in air as the byakugou seal spread over her body and summons a body sized perfect susanoo.

Black clouds forming in the sky, bolts of lightning striking the ground as Mitsuki stands on his feet. Now looking more like a feral beast than a human being. Locking gazes with Sarada with determination.

"Time to settle this..." Says Mitsuki, as the heavenly jeweled spear appears in his left hand. "Sarada."

"If you say so..." Sarada summons Ameno Murakumo as well,prepared to go all out.

"I will never leave you alone. Not again." Sarada asserts.

Sarada leaps toward Mitsuki and targets his left shoulder, Mitsuki stands still,raises his left arm to block Sarada's sword attack and at the mean time waving hand signs. Sarada notices that and right when she thinks of flying away, a hand grabs her collar which shocks her. 'Shadow clone..!' Mitsuki's shadow clone slams her into the ground and drags her for thousands of kilometers till Sarada turns the tides and punches Mitsuki, a brawl starts in midst of air and the fighters exchange blows till Sarada's fist and Mitsuki's leg connect. Sarada uses her feet to slow down and finally stop her from moving any further. Mitsuki's shadow clone uses his claws to achive the same and charges at Sarada similar to a hungry predator.

Sarada weaves seals using her left hand to create four shadow clones of her own. Her clones corner Mitsuki's clone while she turns back to react on time to block a punch from Mitsuki, who flips on Sarada's shoulder and kicks her on the back and jumps up to the sky. Sarada turns around and figures Mitsuki's waving hand signs again. 'Dammit...he is too fast...'

'Water style:great water dragon jutsu!' A sea of water taking form of a dragon and roaring as it attacks Sarada. Sarada leaps backward and waves tiger hand sign. 'Fire style:majestic destroyer flame jutsu!' The two jutsus of opposing elements collide and cause steam to cover a vast area.

'Summoning art:shadow snake assault jutsu!' Serpents start raising from under the ground to grab Sarada by her feet. Sarada flies away and slashes through several hundreds of them. 'Lightning style:Chidori senbon!' Sarada shoots a rain of blades down on the snakes and then targets Mitsuki's using the same jutsu.

'Not bad...' not bothering to dodge, Mitsuki's clone allows chidori senbons to hit him and Sarada witnesses how all of them shatter and turn to dust. Mitsuki's clone smirks and creates a bow made of purple lightning with his left hand and with his right hand creates a purple arrow,aims at Sarada before she gets to chance to charge toward him and prevent him from using this technique. 'Lightning style:rain of death!' The arrow flies at an incredible speed and Sarada is left with no chance but to flee and hide behind the planets nearby. Mitsuki's uses shadow clone jutsu to turn that arrow into twenty thousand unstoppable blades that penetrate stars and planets, causing a series or catasthropic events in the solar system.

Sarada stops moving in midair, shields her body with her susanoo's wings and releases a massive shockwave that obliterates all the incoming purple lightning blades along with the solar system Mitsuki and her were in.

'Yasaka no magatama!' Sarada summons eight extremely dense crimson tomoes, and fires them at Mitsuki's clone.

The dragon sage substitutes himself with his clone after dealing with Sarada's shadow clones, catching the uchiha prodigy by surprise.

Mitsuki swings ameno sakahoko seven times and one by one, the yasaka no magatama disappear and that leaves one. Mitsuki slices through the fabric of space infront of himself, opens a portal infront of himself and bridges it to another spot in space behind Sarada's back, the last tomoe connects with Sarada's body and leaves a massive explosion, sending her toward Mitsuki.

Mitsuki charges at Sarada and delivers a roundhouse on her chest just to see her turn into a large murder of crows. 'Itachi-san must be proud of her.' The crows start engorging then their eyes turn red, and they blow up at the exact same time.

Mitsuki flies toward Sarada at a blinding speed but Sarada is able to react on time and catch his hands before he can land a hit on her. "You can't gain the upper hand on me using distractions,Sarada."

"About that..." Sarada leans back a bit, gathering a chunk of chakra in her head then headbutts Mitsuki on his forehead, cracking his horn as a result and knocks him back, forcing him to retreat and get a few meters away from Sarada.

"Tch." Mitsuki grunts, his horn is healed instantly. "Not bad." Mitsuki admits.

"You used hand signs three times before casting those jutsus. I was paying attention to see if i can find slightest distortion in flow of your chakra. It appears that you no longer need to wave hand signs at all." Sarada deduces based on what she witnessed earlier in the fight.

Mitsuki smirks. "Show me why Sasuke-san is so proud of you."

An explosion.

An instant later, Sarada sees an ocean of water beneath her feet, several hundred kilometers away from Mitsuki and her.

Just as Sarada's intuition warns her to move away, a gigantic serpent made of water grabs her and tries to bite and penetrate her thick susanoo armor just for the watet serpent to break it's fangs. The serpent slams Sarada into the ocean.

Mitsuki raises his right arm and starts spinning ameno sakahoko above his head right as his water serpent catches Sarada. In the empty void, Mitsuki generates an astronomical dragon made of purple lightning that dwarfs the sun in Mitsuki's and Sarada's timeline. "It's gonna sting, Sarada."

Not allowing Sarada the chance to break free from hold of water serpent, Mitsuki's dragon roars and dives into the ocean. The temperature is so high that all the water gets vaporized shortly upon impact. The absurd electric current that reaches twelve orders of magnitudes passes through Sarada's body.

Mitsuki watches as Sarada heals from the mere flesh wounds, showing no sign of fatigue or dizziness. Mitsuki can sense that Sarada is only annoyed, glaring at him with her cursed crimson eyes that are beacon of hope.

The anger fuels Sarada's motivation and makes her chakra more potent than before. Sarada claps her hands and summons an asteriod with density of trillion kilograms per meter and around the same size as the moon. The asteroid hits Mitsuki on the back and Sarada flies upward and charges toward Mitsuki to punch him in the chest so hard that he is sent flying backward and the asteriod gets obliterated.

Mitsuki enters a blue star and starts to manipulate it's core, absorbing all elements except for iron. Boosting the speed of chemical process and breaking the balance between radiation and gravity inside the core of the blue star, Mitsuki forcefully causes a supernova explosion that lays waste to the entire solar system.

A feat impossible for normal shinobis. In fact, one has to possess extraordinary imagination prowess and genius intelligence along with chakra reserves on par with kurama.

Mitsuki then concentrates all the mass in surrounding space into a single spot, creating a singularity with infinite density, giving birth to a black hole using his incredible mental prowess and chakra control. The black hole quickly grows bigger than the planet they landed on after leaving the primordial world. Mitsuki kicks the black hole and shoots it at Sarada.

'Dammit...' Sarada takes a deep breath, draws ameno murakumo from it's sheath and coats it with golden lightning. She swings it and sends a barrage of lightning bolts inside of the black hole.

The particle-antiparticle pairs inside the black are pulled outside of it as Sarada commands it. Sarada prevents the destruction of those pairs, therefore black hole starts to shrink and loses mass rapidly. An event that would usually takes gogols of years to happen, occurs in matter of seconds. The bearers of chakra and those who can mold nature energy in their body are able to bend the laws of physics, and that way a bolt of lightning can be shot faster than light. For instance, Hagoromo was able to travel infinite distance in a mere instant using no space-time jutsu, relying only on sheer speed gained after rigorous training and perfecting his chakra control in his teenage days.

Evaporation of black hole. The tremendous dark sphere dies in a blaze of glory, and it's destruction serves no purpose other than releasing all the energy it absorbed just moments earlier.

It appears that not even the cosmic radiations have any sort of effect on Mitsuki and Sarada. If ordinary ninjas with limited knowledge on the capacity of potential of carrier of chakra were to witness clash of dragon sage and uchiha prodigy, they would think they are looking at two invincible gods who will fight to the end of eternity.

However, Mitsuki and Sarada are fully aware of each other's capacity. The battle's only just getting started.

Mitsuki tilts his head to crack his neck, shrugging his shoulders as ameno sakahoko disappears.

Sarada pulls out her susanoo's twin katana from the sheaths on her back and sets them on fire. Not any ordinary fire but holy fire that is summoned from heaven itself. Sarada is the first uchiha who gained possession of this divine blessing unlike her predecessors who could only wield inferno flames.

"Just as i expected." Mitsuki grins, and makes his own twin katanas with ice style. "You truly are different from the rest of the uchiha."

"Come!" Sarada declares.

Mitsuki and Sarada let out their battle cry that shake the sky, charging toward each other.

The swords connect and release a shockwave that crush the universe to oblivion. They start exchanging strikes as they move and cross different corners of the cosmos.

After three minutes, Mitsuki manages to lock one of Sarada's flame swords with his ice swords. Sarada aims to pierce Mitsuki's abdomen. Mitsuki absorbs the holy fire.

'What?' Sarada is surprised to see that.

'Of course he can do that.' Lady Katsuyu says in spiritual plane shared between her and Sarada.

'What is that supposed to mean?!?'

'You see, the otsutsuki may not be safe from your holy fire, neither are the tanjoyoko. Mitsuki breaks the rule because he not only bathed in ocean of primordial world, but also awakened his divine genes passed down to him by Hamura Otsutsuki who is the supreme ruler of not just primordial world but also heavens too.'

'You mean he's...like what...fireproof now?'

'I guess that'll be a correct way to describe his current state.'

'Amazing..! Do you know anything else about the abilities he may have gained after using cheat code?'

'Luckily for you, he didn't have enough time to obtain invulnerable body. He can't summon water from primordial water nor can he open a portal to that place.'

'That means i have to beat him or i'll look like a total fraud if i lose and...'

'...'

'Forget it.'

"Too dull!" Mitsuki murmurs and then starts kicking Sarada on the chest, first right foot then left foot then right foot again. Mitsuki finishes the combo by doing a side flip kick and moves toward Sarada for another combo.

Mitsuki delivers a raising uppercut on Sarada's jaw with his left fist and hits her with another side flip kick.

Mitsuki turns his katanas into a warhammer and smashes it into Sarada's chest, sends her flying to other side of universe. Sarada crashes into the barrier that separates this universe from the void of multiverse.

The left side of Sarada's jacket is torn apart after the attack, and six of her lower ribs broken. Sarada takes her jacket off and throws it away. Mitsuki flies toward him and the moment he sees Sarada's necklace, he freezes in midair.

"You didn't think that i forgot about this,did you?" Sarada grunts as she heals her broken ribs, with a sad expression on her face.

"I always preferred to believe that it was the most precious gift you have ever received from anyone." Mitsuki responds, a glum smile appears on his face.

"Like the necklace you are wearing,huh?"

"Yeah..."

Date:Mar.28th 2039

Over fourteen months has passed since the day Kawaki sealed Naruto and Hinata inside Isshiki's timeless dimension. So many people are still unable to cope with the fact that their lord seventh and byakugan princess were killed in their own village, at the hands of the boy they adopted and cherished as if he was their flesh and blood. That is what the leaf village believe to be the reality, for majority of them that is the case.

The streets have not been so unwelcoming and gelid for those who mourn the death of their beloved heroes.

And then there are certain individuals whose hearts are filled with sorrow and regret for different reasons. Those who remember what truly happened, those who can see the true enemy.

'For how long am i supposed to pretend that i don't want to knock Kawaki's teeth out? I don't even know if dad is doing well? I hope that idiot Boruto isn't annoying dad with his foolish antics. Gah, i hate worrying about that heedless gremlin of all people while i should be keeping an eye on the sassy emo boy.' Sarada thinks as she walks down her path to home with hands in her jacket's pockets, looking down, not paying attention to her surroundings.

A boy wearing dark out fit approaches Sarada that brings her out of her thoughts with his cold but stable aura. Sarada is not a sensor but there is one presence she's quite familiar with. Each and every single fiber in Sarada's body are sensitive to the chakra that belongs to the person she spends the most of her free time of duty period: Mitsuki.

To Sarada, it seemed like Mitsuki was gonna walk past her but he stands on her right side and stays still, not saying anything nor looking at her at all.

"Your ears." The first words that come out of Mitsuki's mouth.

"Oh, the earring holes... My mother asked me if i wanted to pierce my ears and wear earrings, i thought it wasn't a bad idea." Sarada says. "Sharp eyes."

"I assume Sakura-san's already have something for you as she came up with this idea days before you celebrate your birthday." Mitsuki speculates. 'Sasuke-san is the one who gifts you a pair of earrings, i suppose...' Mitsuki thinks, refuses to say that to Sarada as that will only upset her.

"I guess you are right." Sarada replies. "That dark purple nail polish looks good on your hands."

"You can thank my parent later if you ever met them again."

"Orochimaru-san really is a classy one. You sure have inherited that fashion sense from your mysterious parent."

"I wish that means you are one of few who don't hate my parent."

"There's no reason for me to be scared of the current Orochimaru-san. I'm just wary of them because...well...they seem to be overly secretive and tight-lipped."

"Hmph. Is that so?" Mitsuki asks, then wears a mischevious grin.

"In their defense, they probably act this way to appear charming in people's eyes." Sarada replies, raises her hands in air and shrugs her shoulders.

"Just like me, right?" Mitsuki asks as he puts his left hand on his hip and leaning a bit to the left side

"Yes." Sarada says, smiling.

"Ada is waiting for me. I wished they would give us a break, but crime never sleeps."

"Do you two weirdos get along with each other?"

"If it continues like this, i guarantee you will eventually be jealous of Ada."

"Don't you dare replacing me with that ticklish damsel, Mikki."

"Now that you mention it, i don't see Sumire around. You two are always supposed to be stuck. Strange to see you here walking around all by yourself without your new bestfriend."

"..."

Sarada scratches back of her head, unable to come up with a cool comeback. Mitsuki pats her on shoulder and starts to walk away.

"See you around." Mitsuki waves hand.

"Take care." Sarada says loudly.

Date:Mar.31th 2039

Sarada's birthday party was oddly pleasant for everyone excluding Ada who was uncomfortable in public, and Mitsuki who has began to get annoyed by loud noises.

Sarada picked up and put all the gifts she received in her bedroom with help of Mitsuki decided to be the last person leaving.

Sarada and Mitsuki come out of the room, seeing Sakura who has finished cleaning the house.

Sakura has her back pressed against the wall and staring at the teenagers, arms folded infront of her chest.

"Sakura-san, may i borrow your daughter for a couple of minutes?" Mitsuki asks Sakura who raises an eyebrow.

"Where are your manners, Mitsuki?!" Sarada asks Mitsuki and grabs his wrist, her eyes twitching.

"...Please."

"That feeling of objectification has not faded away, you know."

"That was a figure of speech, Sarada."

"You better watch your tongue the next time."

"I'll try."

"That's not enough."

"Deal with it."

"You-"

"Oi!" Sakura lets her voice be heard.

"Yes, ma'am." Mitsuki and Sarada say that at the same time.

"You better hurry up, or you'll have to feel the wrath of strongest kunoichi in konoha."

"Gotcha!" Mitsuki wraps his arm around Sarada and teleports away.

"Silly kids..." Sakura sighs.

Mitsuki's destination is hokage rock and he lands on top of Minato's head.

"I admit that you are hella fast." Sarada says as she turns to Mitsuki.

"Save that for later. Close your eyes."

"You better not be planning to steal my first kiss, Mikki." Sarada says, pouting.

"Haha, we laughed mad loud for a bit." Mitsuki responds in a mocking tone. "I'm barely thirteen, uchiha-san." Mitsuki pokes Sarada on forehead.

"Ouch." Sarada rubs her forehead. "That was me being sarcastic."

"And that poke was to show you i have class." Mitsuki takes Sarada's hands in his own hands and covers her eyes with the palms of her hands. "No peeking."

"Let's see what you've got for me." Sarada says, a shade of sarcasm apparent in her warm and loud voice.

"You are allowed to open your eyes now."

"Uh-oh..." Sarada slowly lowers her hands and gradually and hesitantly opens her eyes, her heart pounding so hard she feels like it will explode. She is embarassed at herself for being unbelievably excited. 'Future hokage? Puff, jokes on me. I am nothing but a baby.'

"So?" Mitsuki asks, now with a gentle tone.

"Just like what Tsubasa-sensei is used to say: Magnificent!" Sarada responds as she reaches for the marvelous treasure in Mitsuki's hands.

Mitsuki's gift is a necklace. Thin gold chains with a eight-pointed star shaped symbol made of sunstone in red color. It is certainly not the most expensive gift Sarada has received, but probably her favorite after the earrings she is wearing that are created by her father.

Mitsuki goes behind Sarada and clips the necklace around Sarada's bare neck. Sarada shakes uncontrolably at touch of the metal but soon a phenomena catches her onyx eyes.

After Mitsuki finished putting the necklace on Sarada's neck, the star shaped gem starts shining bright. It really does fascinate Sarada.

"Let me guess,you made this cutie yourself." Sarada assumes.

"Yes." Mitsuki says, smiling.

"Did you use yin-yang release method or..."

"I mastered the craft. It took me two days but it seem it did worth it."

"You kidding? I fricking love it so much."

"You're welcome."

"Oh...you used this symbolism again..."

"..."

"Don't get me wrong, i know my mangekyou sharingan has the same shape as this symbol, but still....i...i just...i dunno."

"No,you are right. Your eyes inspired me. Nothing more, nothing less."

There comes a suffocating silence. The wind blows Mitsuki's hair, hiding his golden eyes from Sarada.

Sarada runs her fingers through Mitsuki's hair and slides it to side so she could see his beautiful face. Sarada caresses Mitsuki's cheek, wrapping one arm around his neck and one around his waist, pulls him into a hug, embracing his cold body in her toned arms.

"Thank you...for everything." Sarada says as she holds Mitsuki tighter.

Mitsuki doesn't move, just rests her chin on Sarada's shoulder.

Date:Present Time-Nov.27th 2042

Mitsuki remembers some moments from the past he cherishes, losing focus on the battle, allowing Sarada to gain the opportunity to wave hand signs needed to cast shadow clone jutsu.

Ten shadow clones surround a distracted Mitsuki and jump on him and start beating him up for mere seconds until Mitsuki uses substituition jutsu and gets in iajutsu stance after summoning ameno sakahoko.

"Eliminate all!" Mitsuki disappears from Sarada's sight.

Nearing infinite speed, Mitsuki flies around the universe and slashes through Sarada's shadow clones in a omnidirectional series of attacks, slicing through space itself and disregards their durability, watching Sarada's shadow clones vanish one by one in matter of an instant.

Sarada summons her perfect susanoo again along with gunbai before Mutsuki could cast Wind Style: Great Wind Whirlwind jutsu, expelling the chakra she kneaded in her body into holy fire and uses the chakra of Mitsuki's own attack to cast Fire Style: Great Fire Whirlwind jutsu, creating three enormous whirlwinds that knock Mitsuki back.

Sarada appears behind Mitsuki, strengthening the force of her punches by casting Earth Style: Ultra Added-Weight Rock jutsu and concentrating tremendous amount of chakra that she has been storing in byakugou seal in the last two years, into them and strikes Mitsuki in stomach so hard he crashes through the barrier of universe that shatters.

Mitsuki has no time to recover as his back hits the barrier of another universe.

"Channaro!" Sarada begins to deliver a remorseless and devastating flurry of punches as she shouts angirly at the friend who does not regret leaving her. Sarada screams because she can't forgive herself for hurting Mitsuki, for all there is that she can do is to try beating some sense into her beloved companion. Sarada has to convince Mitsuki what he is doing is wrong, because if she fails to do that, there is a strong chance he will die.

Sarada is afraid of that possiblity and she will do whatever it takes to prevent that from happening.

"GIVE UP!" Sarada yells at Mitsuki, striking him with the palms of her hands, sends him flying until he freezes in midair, gasping for a few moments and starts coughing blood, covering his mouth with his hands as he transforms back to the first stage of dragon king sage mode.

The hanging crescent moon necklace brings back Sarada to three years ago...

Date:Jul.25 2039

It's early in the morning, everyone is asleep while the sensory division are watching over the village. Nothing can be heard but the dawn chorus of birds.

'Is there something wrong?' Kohan asks Mitsuki telepathically using mind body transmission technique and chakra transmission communication device that expands the range of yamanaka clan's hiden jutsu and allows the sensory division to make contact with those who are fifteen kilometers away from the leaf village.

'No. Everyone's sleeping.' Mitsuki responds, standing in Ada's bedroom, barely a couple of feets distance between them.

'The night shift is over. You may leave now. I will make contact with Sarada and Sumire.'

'Yes, sir.' Mitsuki approaches Ada who has wrapped arms around a pillow, and puts a blanket over her. Mitsuki caresses Ada's cheek with back of his fingers.

Mitsuki is assigned to this mission not to befriend Ada and Daemon literally but to pretend that he loves to spend time with them and genuinely likes them.

Perhaps Mitsuki isn't of the kind who considers not hurting feelings of the people as he is logic-driven and blunt, that doesn't indicate he lacks empathy for certain individuals who share similar experiences with him.

Ada is a conflicted person and her thirst for love is something Mitsuki relates to. Mitsuki often thinks that he is alone in the world, and he can see that Ada is dealing with the very same irritating sense of melancholy.

Ada is skeptical but also optimistic at the same time. She claims that keeping silence is a wise move but when she is with Mitsuki, she becomes chatty and can go on and on for hours. Ada says she hates fighting but won't bat an eye if someone were to be killed for opposing her.

Mitsuki perceives Ada as a paradoxical existence who reminds him of not just himself but also Tsubasa Emiya, his genius mentor.

Mitsuki was able to bond with Ada because he truly believed that she deserves to be given a chance. He wishes happiness for Ada and considers her to be his companion.

At first, Mitsuki was yet another "cool guy" for Ada but shortly after she started to fraternize with him, Mitsuki grew on Ada. Ada tends to refer to Mitsuki as her Darkest Knight, and prefers keeping company with him than anyone else in konoha as he understands her the best and is always frank without being rude.

Mitsuki walks out of the bedroom, mentally stressed.

Mitsuki comes out of the house and spots Sarada who has her hands behind, Mitsuki knows that she is hiding something from him that will only just confuse him.

"You like to keep me waiting. I don't." Sarada approaches Mitsuki with firm steps and an awkwardly fierce look on her face.

Sarada stands close to Mitsuki, her chest almost touching his, gazing into his eyes.

"Okay..." Mitsuki murmurs.

Sarada is glad that Mitsuki can read her mind and save her the trouble of explaining herself and what she wants to say most of the time. And now Mitsuki shuts his eyes, without even being told to do so.

Sarada gently puts on a necklace on Mitsuki's neck and then pokes on his forehead.

"Here you go." Sarada says with enthusiasm, grinning.

Mitsuki lowers his head to look at the necklace Sarada gifted him.

Thin silver chain and a crescent moon shaped symbol made of moonstone that is glowing.

"I saw it coming and it still baffles me." Mitsuki says, looking at Sarada with a curious expression on his face.

"At first, i was really not interested in that sun and moon symbolism you are so obsessed with. But after my birthday, i don't really mind it." Sarada asserts, Mitsuki raises an eyebrow hearing that. "Because you are the moon. Don't waste your time on Boruto and Kawaki, you are my moon."

Mitsuki is left speechless, drowned in a sea of thoughts and doubts. Mitsuki hates when he can't find a proper answer.

Sarada leans forward and marks Mitsuki's left cheek with a gentle kiss.

Mitsuki presses his forehead against Sarada's with his eyes closed. Sarada interlocks fingers with Mitsuki's to comfort him. From time to time, Mitsuki forgets just how desperate he is for the warmth in Sarada's touch.

"Happy Birthday, Mikki."

"Yeah."

"You love it, right?"

"Absolutely."

Present Time

Mitsuki stares at his bloody hand in disbelief.

"You are pound-for-pound the single strongest person i have ever fought." Mitsuki admits and then covers his face with his left hand, his body still trembling because of the damage inflicted onto him.

"Hehehehehe..." Mitsuki starts laughing in a hair-raising manner, shaking Sarada to the core. "HAHAHAHAHAHAH"

Mitsuki's laughter is no longer sweet or genuine. It is sinister, twisted. He has finally snapped.

"THIS ENTIRE TIME YOU COULD'VE MOPPED THE FLOOR WITH SO MANY BASTARDS BUT YOU CHOSE TO WAIT JUST TO GO ALL OUT AGAINST ME?!?" Mitsuki shouts at Sarada, making her break into sweats.

'The ritual is now showing it's side effects.' Katsuyu says in the mental plane.

'Since Mitsuki couldn't fully rewrite his DNA, his mind is unable to withstand the pressure of the incomplete power of primordial ocean bestowed upon him. Is that what you were gonna say, Katsuyu-san?' Sarada says, clenching her fists.

'You have to put an end to this fight. Mitsuki is unhinged, far too dangerous than he has ever been.'

'Are you done?'

'Yes.'

'Good.'

Sarada returns back from mental plane and sets her eyes on Mitsuki.

"I will save you, Mitsuki." Sarada insists.

"I don't want you to save me, Sarada." Mitsuki asserts.

Sarada forms a rasengan in her right hand, and makes it bigger than planet earth itself.

Mitsuki gathers chakra in his left hand and transforms it into stream of black electricity.

Sarada attacks with her ultra big-ball rasengan, Mitsuki quickly flies towards it and tries to deflect the planetary sphere using his dark chidori as he lets out a cry of rage.

Mitsuki releases an electric discharge from his left hand, cancelling Sarada's rasengan as a result.

Mitsuki spots Sarada who shots an arrow after amplifying it's speed with wind style, using a red bow that is her perfect susanoo's special weapon, it travels so fast space around it is distorted. Mitsuki summons muramasa sword and cuts the arrow in half, and the two halves of arrow melt away instantly.

Mitsuki cuts his forearm open with muramasa sword before it starts to thirst for Sarada's blood, boosting his physical prowess and strengthening his chakra by boiling the energy flowing within him, Mitsuki transports back muramasa sword to the spiritual plane and charges at Sarada.

Sarada tries to defend herself from Mitsuki's punch with her bow, but the dragon sage's claw breaks it apart. Mitsuki punches Sarada on abdomen, then on face, then uppercuts her and at last delivers a knee kick.

"What is it that motivates you? Is it the urge to prove that you are not powerless and can save everyone around you? Or the overwhelming guilt you feel because Ada was killed and i went rogue?" Mitsuki yells at Sarada as he is grabbing her arms.

"Cut it out!" Sarada shouts at Mitsuki as she digs her fingernails into his neck and shoulder.

"Why are you so obsessed with Boruto and Kawaki?!"

"WHY ARE YOU SO OBSESSED WITH ME?!?"

Mitsuki grits his teeth upon hearing that question and lets go of Sarada.

"Back then, you were worrying about Boruto the whole time, always told me that Hinata-san asked you to look after her reckless son. Kawaki came, and your desire to mimic seventh hokage became a reason for you to befriend Kawaki. You know that he regrets nothing at all, and you still wish to believe that there is still good in him." Mitsuki says, with a devastated look on his face.

"You said it yourself the best. If i lose my grasp on hope, i'll be nothing but a shell of my true self. Kawaki can pretend that he is all tough and merciless, but deep down he is the same broken child desperate for slightest bit of parental affection. His ideals are twisted but with Boruto's help, he can change for the good." Sarada claims, her lips curle into a smile , wearing a saddened expression.

"Ridiculous."

"You are so difficult."

Mitsuki and Sarada fly away in opposite directions without turning their back on each other.

Mitsuki and Sarada puff steam breaths, the first being of ice and the latter of fire.

"Who would've thought we would use those two techniques on each other?" Mitsuki says, releases tremendous amount of dark energy that takes form of an endless cold steam reaching thermodynamic temperature to absolute zero.

"You did, didn't you?" Sarada asks Mitsuki, as she expells gigantic amount of light energy that spreads around the space behind her, transforms into holy fire reaching the planck temperature.

Date:Sep.11th 2040

Ada is in the hall, sitting on the nine seater, drinking apricot banana smoothie through a straw.

"Here, have a sip." Ada offers Mitsuki to take a small mouthful of her drink.

"You don't have OCD?" Mitsuki asks Ada.

"I'll make an exception this time around." Ada says, outstretches her right arm and rests it on top of the sofa's frame.

Mitsuki leans in, tucks his hair behind his ear and puts his lips on the red straw, drinks a sip of the smoothie.

"Very appetizing." Mitsuki confesses, licking his lips.

"I might open my juice bar one day. Who knows maybe you will be there to lend me a hand in work." Ada says, giggling.

"If only thery was no tension in this world..." Mitsuki says, sighing.

Mitsuki outstretches his left arm and rests it on the top of sofa's frame.

Mitsuki and Ada put on one leg over the other at the same time, sitting crosslegged.

"That's what happens when you are together." Daemon says loudly as he jumps on the sofa and sits next to Ada. "You should never be left alone all by yourselves."

Then appears a man infront of the teens, jumpscaring Daemon.

"You-" Daemon is cut off as another one pops up out of nowhere.

"Your progress is awe-inspiring, Houki." Tsubasa says. "Keep it up and you will surpass some of your predecessors."

"That is only possible because of you, Tsubasa-sensei. You have my sincerest gratitude." Houki says.

"Hello everyone." Tsubasa says, patting Houki on his back.

Daemon disappears, sticks to the roof and leaps toward Tsubasa to hit him just to phase through his body.

"Are you a wizard or something?" Daemon asks Mitsuki, frowning.

"I am a sage of six paths." Tsubasa replies to the kneeling boy. "Ada."

"Handsome." Ada responds to Tsubasa.

"Keep this mini goblin away from me." Tsubasa asks Ada.

"Come here, Daemon." Ada tells her little brother who turns to Ada and then looks back at Tsubasa.

"I'll get my hands on you one day, pretty boy." Daemon says.

"You can't even achive that goal in your dreams. There is no shinobi on earth who stands slightest chance of victory against Tsubasa-sensei. Likes of Kakashi-senpai have stated that Tsubasa-sensei might be the single most powerful being in existence. You can consider him our failsafe asset." Houki states as he sits on other edge of the sofa.

"BS! There ain't no way this edgelord can defeat me!" Daemon shouts.

"You can brag about it all you want. I can't care less about spoiled brats with an ego the size of the universe." Tsubasa says.

Someone throws arms around Tsubasa's waist from back and hugs him tightly.

"I missed you dearly, sensei." Sarada says.

"You have grown stronger." Tsubasa says, knowing well that Sarada always hugs him to lighten his mood.

Sarada unwraps her arms around Tsubasa and goes to sit next to Mitsuki.

"You sit here hand in glove with Ada. My god, Mitsuki..." Sarada whispers in Mitsuki's ear, Ada hears her and nods her head.

"I hope all is well, Tsubasa-senpai." Sumire says as she gets past Tsubasa and sits beside Sarada.

Tsubasa spots a frozen Himawari behind him. Himawari's cheeks glistening with blush, gazing at Tsubasa with heart eyes.

Tsubasa approaches Himawari, lifts her up and puts her on sofa next to Houki while everyone are analyzing his each and every single movement.

"Hima." Tsubasa says, snapping fingers infront of Himawari's face.

"Are you an angel? If not then why are you so pretty?" Himawari asks Tsubasa, who turns to Houki and both roll their eyes and facepalm themselves.

"Whatever." Tsubasa says, patting Himawari on top of her head. "Sumire asked me to come here to share a piece of knowledge with you. My gosh i hate being a teacher to death. So boring." Tsubasa continues with his tongue in cheek.

"Then why on earth you waste your time mentoring these goons for two years?" Daemon asks Tsubasa who frowns after hearing her.

"Tragically, i have been cursed with this sense of responsiblity that pushes me to do what annoys me to death." Tsubasa responds. "Not like you would understand what it means. Anyway, it's history class time! Let's talk about ancient times."

"Aw man, you want to babble on and one and give me irks.

"And ancient gods."

"For real?!?"

"No for fake."

"That doesn't sound too bad, you know." Daemon says, his cheeks blooming.

"In the seventh century and after the death of Hagoromo Otsutsuki, the cosmos became battleground of two demi-gods. They were the sage of six paths' sons: Indra and Ashura Otsutsuki. Indra was an outstanding prodigy among his peers, never surpassed by his descendants nor successors. Indra was an individualist who believed he could bring justice and order through force, and never relied on people. Hagoromo saw that and thought that Indra is not worthy to be the next leader of ninshu. Therefore on his deathbed, Hagoromo passed on his powers to Ashura, the younger son who wasn't particulary talented reached enlightenment. Overwhelmed by rage and hatred, Indra rebelled and waged war on followers of Ninshu all by himself."

"Indra was a real one for that. That is peak badassery." Daemon says, everyone turn to him and look at him with mixed feelings of disappointment and shock. "What?" Daemon folds his arms. "You can't change my mind."

"He battled Ashura for years but he failed to taste victory. Indra grew tired and decided to retreat. Indra sought to awaken his father's dojutsu, the rinnegan. But how?" Tsubasa continues, approaching Ada and bending over, waiting for an answer from her.

"He needed to mix both yin and yang chakra inside his body. After an indefinite period of time, knowing that Indra was a bearer of mangekyou sharingan, his eyes would evolve and transform into a single or a pair of rinnegan." Ada states.

"Bravo." Tsubasa pats Ada on shoulder. "You better take your taijutsu training seriously. You have untapped potential."

"If you say so." Ada says.

"Indra had absorbed a small portion of Ashura's chakra, and spent months on deep meditating, multiplying that chakra and then mixed it with his own chakra. After that, he could manifest fantasy and created a perfect avatar of himself, transplanting that avatar's mangekyou sharingan, activating eternal mangekyou sharingan as a result." Tsubasa goes on.

"That is cruel." Himawari says.

"Maybe. Who are we to judge?" Houki says.

"Indra finally attained a pair of nine tomoe rinnegan. Ashura had forseen that, thus he perfected his mastery over six paths sage mode, pushing himself to reach Indra's level." Tsubasa continues.

"We are lucky that things went down they way they did." Sumire says.

"I think not." Mitsuki responds.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk." Sarada utters.

"Indra is not just ancestor of Uchiha, Emiya and Chinoike but also the creator of all forms of ninjutsu. He was a super genius and casually invented complex techniques and experimented on the environment to gain a proper understanding of reality. That is when he created a pocket dimension. Indra wanted to see what happens if space reaches it's boiling point. Indra released the inferno flames inside the pocket dimension and increased it's thermodynamic temperature until the interesting stuff appeared in a certain point." Tsubasa says.

"Planck temperature." Ada says.

"That's my girl." Tsubasa says, making Ada feel proud of herself and sees her cheeks redden. "Planck sized black holes started to form and flooded the cosmos with radiation and particles, triggered a big bang event."

"He was a nerd." Daemon pouts.

"Is there a problem?" Mitsuki turns to Daemon.

"Eh... in this case, i guess he is just way cool for me to slander him." Daemon says.

"Originally, there were two sages of six paths. Hamura was the co-inventor of six paths sage mode who landed on moon and decided to live there. He married a hybrid otsutsuki named Mirina Otsutsuki who bore him a daughter: Meigetsu Otsutsuki. A demi-goddess whose talents were said to surpass even that of the legendary Indra Otsutsuki, Mirina invented a fearsome technique that inspired Indra centuries later." Tsubasa explains.

"Sensei, you should tell me more about Meigetsu Otsutsuki." Sarada says.

"I will." Tsubasa says. "Mirina aimed to find the lowest possible negative thermodynamic temperature, thus she used her ice release and reached absolute zero temperature. The disorder disappeared at that point, all motion stopped which means time could no longer flow, and matters were obliterated on a subatomic level."

"What were the names of those jutsus?" Himawari asks Tsubasa.

"The first was called Genesis and the latter... Nemesis." Tsubasa answers Himawari.

Present Time

'I need more!' Sarada shouts.

'Roger that!' Katsuyu says.

In mere moments, Katsuyu channels immeasurable amount of nature energy into Sarada's body, enough to match Mitsuki's rather unparalled energy pool.

'I owe you one.' Sarada says.

'Don't mention it.' Katsuyu responds.

Mitsuki's dark energy enters nigh-infinite number of universes, crushing everything to oblivion.

Sarada's light energy also melts everything to other side, giving birth to infinite planck sized black holes.

Mitsuki concentrates all the concentrated energy he absorbed from the destroyed timelines and suppreses it into a form of blue moon.

Sarada does the exact same thing but instead of creating a moon, she manifests a star that is around twenty four times bigger than the lunar sphere Mitsuki made.

"You are the only one who can rival me, Sarada." Mitsuki asserts.

"I didn't want it to be this way." Sarada utters.

"It's over now."

"Forgive me, Mitsuki."

'Demonic Arts:Ice Style:Nemesis!'

'Divine Arts:Fire Style:Genesis!'

The warriors scream as they shoot the astronomical spheres at each other, pushing their bodies to their limits.

Mitsuki figures that Sarada's technique is overpowering his own, and chooses not to evade this attack from point blank range, embracing destruction to repent for the injuries he inflicted on Sarada during this fight.

Boom!

Mitsuki floating in space, knocked out of his sage mode, surrounding by newborn planets.

One instant, Mitsuki's body glows and the other it doesn't. Mitsuki has not accepted defeat, not yet.

Sarada watches as Mitsuki is regaining his consciousness, bloody tears coming out of her right eye after overusing the ameno uzume ability of her mangekyou sharingan which allows her to summon holy fire.

"You just won't stay down." Sarada mutters.

And a bloody tear falls from her left eye.

This is what kept Sarada safe from big bang's harm.

Amano Iwato.

Sarada transported her body to her personal domain before the explosion was triggered.

Sarada replaces the surrounding space with her dimension.

Chains are created from naught and bind Mitsuki to a torri gate.

"Impossible...how could i...lose..." Mitsuki drops his head out of shame.

Date:Feb.14th 2042

"He didn't came, right?" Mitsuki asks the girl who is sitting on bed, burying her face in the pillow she is hugging.

"I hate to say it, but it seems like Kawaki's heart is made of stone." Ada , throwing the pillow away and jumps out of the bed.

"How many times did i tell you Kawaki doesn't deserve your love, Ada?" Mitsuki utters, rubbing Ada's arms.

"This damn attraction won't let go of me." Ada murmurs, putting his hand on Mitsuki's chest.

"You cling to this bond because you think Kawaki feels lonely in this world just like you, yes?"

"There's a single dim ray of hope in my life, and it's the slim chance that Kawaki will love me back. I can still wait but i don't know exactly when i'll grow sick of this." Ada wraps her arms around Mitsuki, who runs his fingers through Ada's hair.

"You're risking everything."

"Even if that's true, You'll be there for me, my darkest knight."

Mitsuki says nothing just kisses Ada on top of her head and wraps his arm around her shoulders, hugging her tightly.

"You can count on me."

Date:Present Time

"I lied...again...and again...i failed..." Mitsuki mutters as cold tear stream down his face.

Sorrow, regret, humiliation, powerlessness, hate and rage.

Overwhelmed with negative emotions, Mitsuki snaps as he begins to absorb nature energy from Sarada's dimension.

"No..!" Sarada mutters as Mitsuki regains the strength he lost.

Mitsuki lets out a deafening roar that finds way to gates of heaven and hell, showing he is not bound by the laws of Sarada's domain.

Mitsuki generates enormous amount of lightning from himself, flooding Sarada's space-time, shattering the fabric of reality.

Mitsuki escapes Sarada's dimension, spots his opponent hyperventilating and severly fatigued, her body couldn't withstand the absurd level of energy it received, could barely even move or mold chakra.

Mitsuki flies toward Sarada who throws a weak punch, easilly grabs her hand and pokes her on forehead.

"Forgive me." Mitsuki says as Sarada loses her unconsciousness.

Mitsuki casted a special seal on Sarada which traps her conciousness in realm of dragon king for a short period of them.

Mitsuki's plan was to weaken Sarada to such an extent she will be unable to resist or break out of the realm quickly.

Mitsuki spent most of his remaining chakra to perform this technique. He summons ameno sakahoko to open a portal and passes through it just to fall on ground with Sarada's in his arms.

Mitsuki looks at Sarada's necklace that emits a dim light, and holds Sarada tighter.

Mitsuki stands up with Sarada in his arms and lays her next to another dear friend of his...

Code.

"I assure you, the victory will be our's." Mitsuki asserts.

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Unconditional

John Seed x !GN Reader

Warnings: Mild NSFW, some very light angst (but with a happy ending), language, John and the deputy obviously being in love with one another.

Word Count: 4.7K

John is caught off-guard by a surprise visit from the deputy and they confess something he wasn't expecting. Will this be a turning point for him?

A/N: You cannot tell me John Seed isn't a soft boy deep down. I refuse to believe otherwise. I will throw hands over this.

John Seed is a monster of the worst kind—one that parades around wearing human flesh and a handsome face. The kind that knows how attractive he is, so he uses it to his advantage, lures in his unsuspecting prey with kind eyes and a charming smile. Because to them, he looks normal—handsome as a devil and sweet, but he wears a well-made mask that’s been perfected throughout his life. All the while, underneath the surface, evil writhes and boils—twisting and turning in him like a restless beast.

He's aware of this too. Aware of the sinful desires that lurk just beneath his skin—the barely controlled urges that seem to grow day after day with no relent in sight. And his hands. Oh, the horrors they have committed—that they have yet to commit. John believes he gave up that life long ago, but the lingering tendencies and habits rear their ugly heads and plunge him back into a drowning despair.

John wants to be good—for Joseph, to make his brother proud, to make him happy. Everything he does is for Joseph—for his brother’s love. Every atonement, while albeit satisfying for John, has been, ultimately, for Joseph. His approval, his attention, his praise, his love is what John wishes for.

The constant battle for control over his sins run him ragged. Control slips from his grasp as his desires grow, as urges become stronger. Undoubtedly, Joseph sees this in John. He sees everything—he is The Father. Which is why his love requires John to be good, to suppress, and to maintain control. In the wake of these requirements, John is left feeling insufficient, no matter how hard he tries.

As John sits on his bed in the Seed Ranch, leaning over with elbows on his knees and his hands folded into prayer, he asks God to guide him; to give him something that will aid this internal battle that rages ever on and lead him to salvation.

A piercing beep, accompanied by a static filled voice from the radio on his hip cuts through his brooding thoughts and prayers, “Sir, the deputy has been seen crossing the river into the Holland Valley. Looks like they were coming from Herald Jacob’s region. Should we pursue?”

Teeth grind and gnash against one another as his wrath flares to life, but it’s quickly replaced by another sin that’s carved into him. John very slowly unhooks the radio from his hip, keeping particular attention to his grasp. He’s broken quite a few before.

“Yes, I want eyes on them from the air. Engage with bliss bullets when they’re far enough from the river that they can’t double back. I want them alive.” His speeding pulse grows louder as he speaks through gritted teeth “Do not fail me—or I will have you in for confession again, Captain.”

Quickly, he clicks the radio to another frequency, one that’s reserved and most of the time silent, except for special occasions such as these. His previous sulking now completely forgotten—breathing heavily, mind racing, he waits eagerly, finger hovering over the button. This was one of the parts he looked forward to most; the beginning of their cat and mouse game. The anticipation vibrates through his entire being as he imagines seeing his deputy again. The chance for Joseph’s love, lies with them.

Other radios on his dresser nearby chatter and squawk, but John isn’t listening. He remains sitting on the edge of his bed, bent over, almost cradling his radio, finger still hovering, waiting—

The speakers beep, and an angry voice crackles through the receiver “John fucking Seed—“

A sin-filled grin tears its way across his face.

“—I swear to Christ, get your planes off my ass or so help me God I will shoot them out of the sky!”

He notices his deputy sounds out of breath, which only serves to delight him. Slowly standing from his bed, he takes his time to respond—knowing full well that pisses them off even more. He has the advantage and he revels in it.

Drawing out his words as if he’s already won, “Well, well. If it isn’t the deputy, how nice of you to visit.”

“I’m warning you John!” the loud roar of a plane is heard in the background just as they end the message and it fills John with a sort of giddiness.

His grin seeps into his tone, giving away how positively beaming he is “What brings you to Holland Valley, my dear?”

There’s a dripping sarcasm to their voice “You know I can’t stay away for long.”

A twisted feeling of warmth creeps through his chest, he decides to respond in kind “It’s always a pleasure.”

“It’s not exactly pleasurable for me—” Their message cuts off with the sound of gunfire, but resumes after a few seconds “—with these fuckin’ planes shooting at me!”

“Deputy…” he lightly scolds “You should know that this is customary for your visits. Especially after last time.” Memories of how furious he had been after the deputy had blown up three of his silos plays back in his mind, but the anger had long since disappeared, replaced with his desire to see them again “No, I’m afraid that you’ll have to be closely watched from now on.”

“Hmm, still sore about that, John?”

He clenched his jaw, hearing them rub his loss in was a sure-fire way to bring back that spark of anger “I have moved past it, but you’re on thin ice.”

“Well, you know me. What better way to display my wrath than blowing up my favorite rival’s stuff?”

John did his best not to get hung up on the ‘favorite rival’ bit, no doubt it’s what they wanted him to focus on “Oh, I do know you, deputy. After your atonement, I’ll know you even better.”

“As much as I look forward to that—you’ll have to catch me first.” They were absolutely grinning as they spoke and John felt himself matching it.

An idea suddenly raced through John’s head and he voiced it without thinking it through fully, more interested in hearing their reaction, “This would be a lot easier if you cooperated…Why don’t you make this easier on yourself and come to me? It would save us both so much trouble.”

“Ah, but I like trouble, John.”

“My pilots will not stop following you, day or night. Eventually, you’ll get tired—you might be getting to that point already. If you come here, you can avoid the nasty business of getting shot and dragged to me.” he smirked, leaning on his dresser and imagining that the deputy was in front of him now “Do you understand? No matter what, you and I will be seeing each other soon.”

“Uh huh, you might have a point, but where—fuck!“ the sound of heavy gunfire cuts them off momentarily, but they’re back after a few long, pounding heartbeats “—Where might you be right now? Bunker? Or that snazzy ranch?” There’s a breathless laugh from their end “I’ll tell you right now, you’re not trapping me in that goddamn bunker again!”

“As luck would have it, I’m at my ranch—“

“Oh ho! John Seed are you asking me to come over? How scandalous!” the grin in the deputy’s voice is audible as they tease him “What would Joseph say?”

At the mention of Joseph, John becomes irritated. Automatic feelings of anxiety—the nauseating fear of letting his brother down—claws its way to the forefront of his mind, ruining the superiority he felt.

Without meaning to, his rising feelings give an edge to his reply “This is about your atonement!”

Of course, they’re quick to pick up on it “Uh oh, touchy subject, my sincerest apologies! What did he do now? Give you a lecture about how to do your job again or—“

“Deputy!” he growled through gritted teeth “Meet me at my ranch—if you can decide to act civil.”

Their immediate response of hysterical laughter, heard even over sporadic gunfire, made John’s face heat up to a bright red.

“Me? I’m not the one who has trouble acting civil! And even so, hypothetically, if I’m gonna come pay you a visit, I need some assurances.”

“Such as…?”

“Obviously no guns—and no guards… no crazy, shirtless henchmen waiting to knock me out… no knives, no tattoo needles, no—“

“—Ok, ok. I understand.”

“And there will be no tying me up in a chair this time! I mean it. You’ll have to play nice.”

John couldn’t help it as sin burned in him, he would pray for forgiveness later, but right now, he was focused on their game. Lord knows, the deputy is his weakness. John moved the radio close to his mouth, adding to his challenging tone “And what happens if I don’t play nice?”

There was a moment of silence from the other end, was the deputy simply running again or were they contemplating an answer?

Their reply mirrored his challenge, sending pleasant shivers up his spine “You don’t want to find out, John Seed.”

“Oh, but I do, Deputy. I really, really do.”

More silence. Longer this time.

Then, a low chuckle through the speakers, and John realized they didn’t sound out of breath anymore. There was no background noise of crashing through underbrush or gunfire either. It was eerily quiet, giving their words an even stronger sense of tension.

“Are you indulging me and my sin of wrath?”

John began to tremble, jittery from excitement, but his voice held firm “I am…”

“Hm. You’re playing a dangerous game, John… I have other sins—maybe you would have a better time if you were to indulge those instead?”

John suddenly found himself breathless, almost panting “What sins would those be?”

When he was met with silence again he felt gnawing impatience and disappointment eat at him. It struck him hard as the seconds ticked on, turning into minutes, hard enough that he was about to click on the radio again and ask—

“It starts with an ‘L’, I’m sure it’s been carved into you somewhere.”

John whirled around to see his deputy standing on the balcony outside that connected to his room, the evening rays of gold lit them from behind, giving them a halo of light. And, not for the first time, John was suddenly hyper aware of just how beautiful the deputy is. Dirt and grass stained their jacket and pants, cuts and rips littered every article of their clothing, their hair looked tousled and wild, but all those imperfections only served to fiercely compliment them.

John struggled to find something to say, shaken and caught off guard by their sudden presence. He hadn’t really believed they would show up here. The deputy simply smiled and strode into his bedroom as if they owned it, closing the glass paned double doors behind them with a soft click. And that was another thing; their absolute, resounding confidence. His ranch was one of the most fortified places in Hope County, and they just walked right into his room with a big smile. It was enough to make his knees weak.

“Hello John. Oh, no need to worry, we agreed to be civil for this visit, remember?” They tilted their head surveying his room casually “But next time—next time I’m afraid you’re out of luck.”

John’s voice came out as nothing more than a breath “Deputy…”

Their eyes, glowing with the reflection of the sun, shifted to meet his, and he felt as if an angel from heaven itself was present.

“Did I frighten you?” their question was soft as they began to take careful, slow steps toward John.

“You simply startled me…I didn’t believe you would actually come.” John whispered again. What was wrong with him, why couldn’t he speak normally?

“Ah, so I surprised you?” their eyes flashed an emotion that was too quick to decipher as they took another step, closing the distance to within 10 paces.

“Yes. I would say that—”

“—Now, you can image my surprise every time a plane shows up over my head and tries to shoot me, even when I haven’t been in the valley for 15 minutes.”

His words come out smoothly as he works to regain his composure “That doesn’t sound nearly as pleasant as this has been, Deputy.”

They turn their head away, trying to hide a smile, but John sees it anyway. It’s contagious and he finds himself smiling too. Strong desire rises in him, but it’s not the usual, sinful feeling. He wanted to see that smile more often, to make his deputy smile like that for him and him alone. Briefly, fantasies of falling asleep to that smile and waking to see it every morning warmed his entire body. But with a blink he banished them, it was fanciful thinking that would only lead to trouble.

He feels a question roll off his tongue without even meaning to ask, “Why did you come?” He could hardly believe it came from him, was his body working on its own now, separate from his mind?

Those beautiful eyes blinked, and John could see they didn’t know, or at least they didn’t have a ready answer “Well, first off—you asked me to. So, not to avoid your question, but, why did you invite me?”

Now it was his turn to search for an answer, when he asked them to come to his ranch it was truly a decision he had made in the moment. Another involuntary act, probably not the last. Now, he was left floundering for words as his deputy took a step toward him, “I…I would say it’s for your atonement…”

“Ah, but I told you—you’d have to play nice this time…” They studied him closely, “So, saying that would be a lie…”

“Yes.” John breathed out, shivers racing down his back at the way the deputy’s smile stretched across their face as he said the word they both wanted to hear.

“Hm…please, go on, John...”

“I suppose… I just wanted to see you.” When their brows began to lift John cleared his throat, trying to downplay his words, ��—I was told you were coming from Jacob’s region. I simply wanted to ensure that brute hadn’t maimed you to the point that there was nothing left.”

“How sweet, but don’t you worry about me and that old grump, we had our fun.” When the deputy saw John’s expression darken at their words, their eyes gleamed “Aw, please don’t be jealous, John… the fun you and I have—your brother couldn’t even get close to it.”

He hated the part of him that felt proud of that—hated how the feeling of jealousy ebbed at the honey-like sound of their words—and he hated how desperate he was for them to continue.

As if reading his mind, they did. “Truth be told, I wanted to see you too.” A grin flashed at him “But I don’t have any kind of excuse as to why. We’ll just chalk it up to desire.”

John felt his knees begin to go weak and his voice trembled ever so slightly “Is this the start of a confession I hear?”

They took another step toward him, closing the distance to just out of arm’s reach “Mmm, you would love that, wouldn’t you?”

He felt as if his world was spinning as he fell victim to his deputy’s spell “…I would.”

They gave him a brilliant smile, making John’s heart flutter like a teenager, “Well then, as a reward for playing nice, I’ll give you a little confession… do you want that, Baptist?”

He was putty in their hands now “Yes.”

They laughed, a sound John wished he could hear a thousand times more, “I have desire, John, except it’s not what you’d expect…” their eyes scanned his face, studying it for any kind of reaction as they took another step toward him, “It’s more…pure of heart…”

“…I don’t understand.”

“I didn’t either, for a while. I thought I was crazy.” They very carefully reached a hand up to John’s chest, glancing down and back up to his eyes, as if asking permission.

To his own surprise he felt himself move into their touch, pressing into their calloused, warm hand. A spark of surprise flashed through their expression but was replaced with something else that John couldn’t identify. He felt them trace along his SLOTH scar with a featherlight touch, raising goosebumps on his arms.

Continuing, with a sigh, “I want to show you what it’s like to be loved—and not the kind that Joseph gives you…” they smirk, wrinkling their nose a little “I mean, not like the sibling kind of love—hopefully you know what I mean, I don’t want to clarify—"

John was already shaking his head in disbelief “I still don’t understand.”

“Do I really have to explain? I think it’s pretty clear—"

John placed a firm hand over theirs on his chest, “Deputy, I don’t understand why you would want to show me what it’s like to be loved…”

“Oh…well,” they blinked once or twice to focus themselves “I see how Joseph uses his love as a reward. It’s terribly unfair to you, after…” their voice gently trails off “…everything…”

The deputy no doubt felt John’s pulse hammering in his chest now, a flurry of different emotions confuses him, and he’s left speechless, staring down at the deputy. He feels them start to rub small circles on his chest under his own hand, still pressed into theirs.

His voice is a rasp, the words are painful to say “What would you know…”

“Oh John, I’m so sorry for what you’ve been through—and I don’t know what that’s like…but I have seen the way Joseph treats you; I have heard the things he says to you—and noticed the effects.” Their other hand comes up to hold the side of his neck, and he sighs a little at the warmth. The deputy’s eyes plead with him “He commands you to love others, but the only example you have to go off of is his own twisted version.”

John’s posture begins to sag under weight of their words. Deep in the back of his mind, he feels truth to this. His eyes close very slowly, suddenly exhausted.

The deputy’s thumb grazes against his jaw, soft breath caresses his lips “If you really had Joseph’s love and returned it…would he have to even ask you to devote your life to him?”

The hand on his chest slides up to hold the other side of his jaw, scratching along his beard, “You need someone…let me be that person for you.” When he doesn’t answer, letting his head droop forward, his nose slides against theirs and he can feel the ghostly touch of their lips on his “Please… let me in. Let me love you, John.” There’s a soft chuckle, a whisp of air against his mouth “All you have to say is yes.”

A light groan escaped from him, and irony twisted his lips into a lopsided smile. Cracking his eyes open just enough to look down at them, “I am not a good man…”

“Real love is unconditional. You take a person as they are—”

John closed the distance, pressing his mouth to the deputy’s, cutting off their sentence and swallowing the rest of their words as his lips mold to theirs. There was a sigh of relief from them as their arms wrapped around his neck, pulling their bodies together. His hands found their side and he gripped them fiercely, fingers digging into the fabric of their deputy uniform.

God how he wanted this.

All those sinful desires that were John’s constant companion were not present now. The urges that clawed at him day and night, vanished. Fears of not being good enough, not being able to make Joseph happy—had melted away. Replaced by something warm and whole.

Images of what very well could happen, flashed behind John’s closed eyes. Dancing together under a brilliant, star-filled night as fireflies lit the air around them—holding them in his arms on the bedroom floor as they watched rain fall outside on the balcony—laying his head in their lap on cool summer evenings, listening to the crickets’ chirp outside as he dozes off.

Yes. That’s what he wants.

As the deputy’s fingers curl through his hair, John moans softly and wraps his arms around the small of their back, leaning down over them as his lips hungrily devour theirs. He needed this—the lightweight feeling of freedom from sin, from his doubts and insecurities. Is this what the deputy meant? Is this what they wanted to show him?

John wasn’t sure. Caught up in the moment, he had trouble trying to hold onto any coherent thoughts as they opened their mouth and allowed his tongue to graze against theirs. The soft moan they made sent sparks of electricity buzzing through him. John couldn’t help but moan himself when he felt their thigh rub against his hardening erection.

Whether on purpose or not, it spurred him into action. John broke the kiss to bend down and pick the deputy—his deputy up, wrapping their legs around him and holding them tight under the thighs. He resumed kissing them—their hands coming up to grab his face and pull it to theirs, as he moved backward. Spinning around, he pushed them into the wooden wall with a thump.

They both moaned as their hips grinded into each other up against the wall. John felt feelings of giddiness begin to rise in him at the realization that this was really happening. Moving his lips to their neck he nipped and sucked at the skin, leaving purple and red marks all the way down to their shoulder. Fingers tugged hard at his hair and he let out another moan, louder this time.

As his deputy grinded their hips down on his, he growled into their ear between kisses “You don’t know how badly I’ve wanted this—how long I’ve waited.”

There was a breathy laugh as their forehead leaned down to rest against his temple “I think I do, John.”

He bit down on their shoulder as they bucked their hips against him, his breath was coming out in ragged pants now, “God, you drive me wild.”

Faintly, John registered one of his radios on his dresser beep and a voice chatter through it, but his heavy breathing and the motion of his hips grinding into his deputy quickly took over any thoughts he had. One of his hands snaked down their leg, gripping and clawing at the fabric.

Hands tugged on his hair “John… your radio…I think…oh.”

He was working at the belt of their pants and had slipped a hand down inside, groaning as he slid against them and felt their warmth. Hearing their words cut off by a loud moan made him grin devilishly, “Hm? What was that, my dear?”

Their words came out between gasps as his fingers began to work them over “Your—ah…radio…”

John chuckled darkly, pressing open-mouthed kisses along their collar bones “It’s not important…not compared to you.”

They laughed softly, pressing their parted lips into his hair as they fought for breath, rubbing themselves into his hand “That’s sweet…but it sounds like Jos—”

A very familiar voice called for him downstairs “John?”

Both of them froze, ice creeping into John’s veins at the sound of Joseph’s voice. The wooden stairs on the way up to the second floor creaked ominously.

“Fuck!” he hissed through gritted teeth.

His deputy unhooked their legs from around him and dropped softly on their feet, scrambling to redo their belt. John ran a hand through his hair a few times, flattening it back into shape and tried his best to un-ruffle his clothes.

He felt strong hands bring his head down and lips crash into his, gentle words brushed against his mouth “Remember what I said,” and then his deputy was gone. Speeding through the double doors and flying over the balcony into the cool evening with one agile leap, taking his heart along with them.

The doors to his room opened and John spun around to see his brother Joseph walking through, a frown twisting his features. Even though the evening light was dim, the sun dipping almost completely under the horizon, he still wore those yellow aviators.

It unnerved the hell out of John.

Reaching back to a different time, he conjured up his best lawyer etiquette. Applying that practiced façade he would use if he was ever caught off-guard in a courtroom.

“Joseph!” he greeted warmly with a smile, sinking into the act like he would an old armchair, “I apologize, it seems that you’ve caught me by surprise.”

His brother walked slowly into the room, scanning it with a quick glance. John saw the suspicion behind the action and it stung a little, obscured blue eyes fell on him “That wasn’t my intention. I wanted to stop by and check in on you. I called on the radio—several times…” he glanced to the dresser where it sat “…but you didn’t answer.”

“Ah,” John feigned a look of dismay, he opted not to outright lie to his brother, sticking as close to the truth as he could “I was deep in prayer, asking for The Lord’s guidance.”

Joseph’s stance seemed to soften a little “In regards to what?”

With a sigh, John turned to look out at the balcony “The Deputy… they’re…” his voice trailed off as memories played through his mind, the feeling of their skin on his lips, the sound of their moans.

There was a soft “Ah,” from Joseph, taking John’s silence as an implication that he may be struggling. Joseph joined him, standing next to his little brother and looking out “You are working diligently in your effort to catch them, have faith that you will succeed, if you learn to—”

“—if I learn to control myself and let love into my heart. Yes, I believe I’m starting to understand.”

“Good” Joseph sounded genuinely pleased and it warmed John. He couldn’t help but glance at his brother from the corner of his eye. Joseph was stoic, standing next to him with the poise of a leader. As John looks at his brother, he can’t help but sense that something is different, there’s a feeling of change.

…would he have to even ask you to devote your life to him?

His deputy’s words rang in his head like church bells. They were right.

They stood in silence for some time, watching the last of the light disappear behind the mountains. When the stars dotted the night sky Joseph sighed, “Well, I don’t want to disturb your prayers any longer—I’m sorry for intruding.”

John turned to his older brother, that feeling of change and the knowledge that nothing will be the same again, threatens to overwhelm him—but he finishes his act with grace “It wasn’t a problem, Joseph. Thank you for stopping by.”

Joseph offered him a smile, and gently pulled John’s head to his, leaning their foreheads together. Something was lingering in John, bittersweet and aching as he watched Joseph leave. What that feeling was caused by, he didn’t know. He’d have to think it over some more, maybe talk to his deputy about it.

As Joseph’s car disappeared down the dirt trail leading away from The Seed Ranch, John’s racing thoughts calmed, focused on one thing. Speedily walking over to his dresser, he grabbed two radios, clipping one to his waist and holding the other.

Triple checking the frequency was correct, he brought it to his lips with a wry grin—this was his favorite part of their game “Deputy…”

Their beaming response was quicker than any previous “John Seed…”

“Where have you run off to, my dear?”

“Hah, gonna send planes out to come get me, John? I thought we were past that.”

“Oh, we are darling, I’ll be coming for you myself this time.”

“Ahh…isn’t that flattering. Well, as luck would have it, I’m at my cabin right now.”

He was already grabbing his coat “Stay right there—I’ll see you soon, Deputy.”

#john seed x reader #John Seed x Deputy #John Seed #Seed family #far cry 5

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blue-aurora-nora · 1 year

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When Nature Calls|Haganezuka x Baby!Reader

This was just a funny little idea I’d thought up one day! If anyone wishes to see more one shots like this, just let me know!

You cooed curiously as you stared at the moving sky above you, cradled carefully in Kanamori’s arms wrapped up in a yellow blanket, Haganezuka walking alongside grumbling the entire way.

His anger appeared to grow, however, the closer you three got closer to the intended destination.

After a few moments of silence, you watched with innocent curiosity as Haganezuka’s anger reached its boiling point, the swordsmith handing his case to Kanamori and sprinting full speed at the approaching figure ahead of you.

Kanamori simply sighed, looking down at you through his mask, “I’m going to pray that you don’t end up like him, (Y/N), but I’m afraid that prayers can only do so much,” He spoke with mock grimness..

Once Haganezuka stopped his assault and calmed down, they all sat themselves down in an open room within the Butterfly Mansion.

Kanamori took the time to unwrap you from your soft confinement, allowing you to stretch your chubby limbs across the floor and handing you your favorite toy, a red clothed bunny, which you happily stuck into your mouth.

Tanjiro stared down at you with a soft smile, “So, who’s this?” he asked, smiling wider when you started to stare at him with wide eyes.

“This is our newest addition in the Swordsmith village, (Y/N). She’s an orphan that the kids found in the surrounding woods,” He shifted a bit, helping you pick up your dropped toy, “I brought her here for a check-up.”

Tanjiro brought one of his fingers to your vacant hand, letting you grab it as you attempted to stuff it into your mouth but Tanjiro just chuckled as he was quick to take his finger back before you could. “She’s cute. Did you adopt her?”

“Not exactly,” Kanamori hummed, “The whole village kind of pitches in to care for her, my schedule was free this week, so my wife and I are caring for her at the moment. Even Haganezuka-san cares for her.”

Tanjiro’s head backed slightly in surprise, “Really? Haganezuka-san, I never would’ve thought you liked kids.”

“I don’t.” The swordsmith denied with crossed arms, “She’s a pain in the ass who does nothing but cry and shit.”

Kanamori tilted his head, his voice teasing, “You think that? I could’ve sworn I saw you talking to her about swords when you were feeding her the other day… maybe it was a dream…”

Despite the man’s face being masked, Tanjiro could smell the embarrassment coming from Haganezuka’s being.

“Well,” Kanamori scooped you up as he stood, “If you excuse me, I have to take (Y/N)-chan to her check-up. I’ll be back soon.”

Haganezuka nodded, “Good, while you’re gone, I’ll explain to Tanjiro how hard I worked on this sword.”

‘Gods, if you can hear me, please help!’ Tanjiro silently prayed.

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The check-up went just fine and you were now having the time of her life playing with Shinobu’s assistants on one of the vacant med beds.

“She’s so cuuute!” Kiyo cooed, wiggling her finger in your face.

“And so small!” Naho added, poking at the baby’s plump stomach and earning a loud squeal from you.

“She smells nice too!” Sumi giggled, admiring the baby smell.

Aoi puffed her cheeks with a sad pout, “Hmph! I wish that she could be my baby sister! I could teach her all kinds of things and watch her grow up!”

You cooed out loudly, sticking Kiyo’s finger into your mouth and gumming at it happily.

“Ewww! No, (Y/N)-chan, my finger isn’t food!” she scolded playfully, gently pulling her finger away, laughing with the other girls.

Unfortunately, you didn’t find it funny, angrily scrunching your face up at the loss of your new toy and the newfound hunger aching in your stomach, and let out a loud cry.

The girls immediately began to flounder around you, alarmed at your loud crying and flustered at the unfortunate predicament.

“Oh no, oh no! You got her upset, what should we do?”

“I didn’t mean to upset her, I’m sorry, (Y/N)-chan!” Kiyo cried.

Aoi was the first to act, “Calm down, you guys, she’s probably just hungry. I’ll take her Haganezuka-san.”

You continued to cry even after Aoi picked you up in her arms and took you to Haganezuka, who was still torturing Tanjiro about how hard he worked on his new sword.

The swordsmith stopped his rant, both he and Tanjiro looking at Aoi, the loud crying getting their attention.

“Sorry for interrupting, but I think (Y/N)-chan is hungry, here you go.” Aoi forced your squirming body into Haganezuka’s arms and promptly left the room.

“I DON’T WANT HER!” Haganezuka shouted after the girl, holding you at arms length, “TAKE HER TO KANAMORI!” But it was too late, Aoi was either too far away or chose to ignore his screams of protest because she didn’t come back as he’d demanded.

They sat in awkward silence over (Y/N)’s crying before Tanjiro spoke, “Uhh… do you want me to… get Kanamori for you?”

Haganezuka went quiet for a moment and sighed, “No… I can feed her. Kanamori probably planned for this to happen, that damned bastard.” he muttered, pulling out a glass bottle filled with water and pouring powdered formula into it.

As Haganezuka stuck the nipple onto the bottle and eased it into your mouth, he began to speak again, right where he left off before Aoi interrupted him.

Tanjiro had never wanted to die before, he had prayed to the gods that the swordsmith had forgotten about his rant but those prayers sadly hadn’t been answered. Of course Haganezuka didn’t forget, why would he forget?

‘Just smile and nod,’ Tanjiro repeated to himself like a prayer.

He continued to listen to Haganezuka as respectfully as he could before he heard a small grunt leave you and glanced down to see you happily drinking the formula milk with drunken content, eyes half-lidded.

Tanjiro would’ve thought the scene was really cute, had it not been for the wet spot that was slowly growing on the swordsmith’s sunflower robe.

Oh no.

“... Haganezuka-san?” Tanjiro called out.

You grunted again against the nipple of the bottle and Tanjiro’s nose wrinkled as another new, putrid smell wafted into his nostrils.

With the wet spot still growing, Tanjiro called out for the swordsmith again, hoping that he would stop and notice.

The swordsmith was too focused on his rant, however, because he didn’t listen to Tanjiro or notice the growing warmth in his lap, nor the smell coming from you.

“Haganezuka-san,” Tanjiro tried again, but still no acknowledgement as his face scrunched with both disgust and second-hand embarrassment.

Just as Tanjiro opened his mouth again, Kanamori stepped into the room with a small greeting before pausing where he stepped, obviously seeing the huge wet spot on his friend’s lap where you were cradled, drinking the few last drops of your milk.

Haganezuka stared up at his swordsmith partner, “Why are you standing there like that?”

“Don’t get upset,” Kanamori warned softly, “But it seems that nature called sweet (Y/N) while she was feeding on your lap.”

Haganezuka stilled, his body frozen. He stiffly shifted his head down to look at you in all your milk drunken glory and began to shake when he finally noticed the still warm wet spot on his robe. It didn’t help that he could smell your other present either.

Before he could lose his temper, Kanamori snatched you out of Haganezuka’s lap and took you away to be changed.

Tanjiro turned back to the still swordsmith with a worried glance, “I’ll just… leave you to clean up. Thank you for the sword!”

Haganezuka spent the next hour screaming before he calmed down again.

“Unbelievable! Unbelievable!” He shouted as they began to leave, “Just when I’m starting to like you, you piss on me! Not only that, but you decided to take a shit too! That was my favorite robe! Now it stinks of baby piss, you asshole!” You giggle with glee as he jabbed a finger at you, “DON’T LAUGH! THIS ISN’T FUNNY!”

#demon slayer #kny haganezuka #demon slayer haganezuka #baby reader #sfw post #sfw blog #cuteness #funny #demon slayer tanjiro #kimetsu tanjiro

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the-witch-of-one-piece · 2 years

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Hello! I wish you have a great day today! (and hope i wasn't late hehe) If i could please request a spin for Mihawk or Marco w/ fem!reader please. Thank you very much 💕

Hello anon!!! Yes its a great day anon!!! Of course, you can do this for you!! So it landed on Odaxelagnia (biting ) This FITS THIS MAN!!!! Sweet lord all mighty!!!!! I hope you enjoy this! TW: Odaxelagnia, role-playing, blood kink, masturbation and vaginal penetration

WC: 641

Mihawk x Fem Reader: A Sinners Prayers N/SFW

“Does a sinner like yourself believe in prayers mi bella?” Mihawk's golden orbs seeing the sinking teeth imprint he left on your neck. Seeing the small amount of drool that he left on his neck, his thumb swiping it off. Mihawk hovered over you feeling his cross against your cool dampened skin,, you could feel his hot breath against your neck. Mihawk couldn’t feel the claw marks you have just given him just right now on his back. “Sí, mi Señor… I know that I am a sinner, and I ask for your forgiveness,” you responded in a quivering hush tone. His porcelain skin with one flaw gleamed in the lights of the candles that lit the room. Seeing the small purple mark on his neck. You could feel your cunt throbbing waiting for his teeth to sink into your flesh once more. “I’m not sure about a sinner like yourself being so truthful with me. You promised to behave for me. Leaving marks is not behaving.” placing a kiss on the mark he left you. Bring his head up looking at the other side of your neck. His index finger grazed on the unmarked flesh spot. “How do you think you should repent for your sins _____?” There was a small gap between you both. Mihawk could feel your hand reaching for his cock, letting out a shallow breath and closing his eyes for a brief moment. “I can think of a few ways.” Biting you're lower looking up at him, waiting for his eyes to open. As they did you could see his eyes narrow down at you. Your hand was stroking his cock slowly, Mihawk kept himself composed letting down a deep breath. “I’m ready to repent my sins, Mihawk.” Mihawk looks at the unmarked spot on the other side of your neck once more. Mihawk's lips were close to one another waiting for him to kiss you but he spoke “Very well…” he said in a raspy tone. Mihawk's lips graze your cheek to your jawline then towards your neck. His tongue licking your soft skin sent chills down your spine. You began to feel his sharp teeth sinking into your flesh once more. You felt yourself pumping his cock a bit faster. “Ngh” you heard him as his teeth were still in contact with his skin. “Mihawk I repent, I repent!!!” you began to whimper. “Please this sinner wants you to fuck her, please. A holy man like yourself cleanses this sinner of her sinister ways!!!”

Mihawks released his biting grip. He bit down a bit hard this time as he could see that his bit drew blood from your neck. The blood began to trickle down slowly. Bringing his tongue to your neck once more he began to lick the blood up. Mihawk leaned his pelvis moves toward your throbbing cunt. His cock became smothered in your cunt as he pumped in and out. Mihawk brought his lip against yours as you could taste a hint of your blood on his lips. “A sinner pleading to be fucked, my…” his alluring voice spoke to you. Both his hands become intertwined with yours as he continues to thrust deep inside of you. The satin sheets that were on top of your both were now on the floor. Your legs wrapping around the world’s greatest swordsman's waist wanting him to go deeper and deeper in your cunt. Mihawk began to nibble on your lower lip and took smaller nibbles on your neck seeing how it would turn a bit red from his nibbling. “Is all this fucking going to make you behave more?” he asked.

Knowing damn well it wasn't going to make you behave but act up more. “No.” you playfully said to him.

“ We have all night to change that answer of yours mi amor.”

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The Question about a Mortal’s Existence (And How it should Apply to Me)

Tybalt x Mercutio: Vampire x God/Goddess AU.

In which Tybalt prays to a certain God/Goddess, and he just so happens to call upon the holy Mercutio.

A/N: sorry if my writing’s bad, I don’t write a lot ;-;! But, I still hope you enjoy, nonetheless!

Tybalt enters in the church, already having permission from Father Lawrence to do so, dips his hand in the holy water, and crosses himself. “Oh, how ironic”, Tybalt thinks to himself, “A demonic figure like me, in a church of holiness.” He walks to a pew, “Had it not been for my family lineage, I probably would’ve burnt up as soon as I crossed myself!” He laughs at the thought, the thought of him burning up. The thought of him dying. The thought of him having a somewhat mortal existence, as blissful as it may seem.

Oh, how he wishes it could. Yes, the flamboyant moves. The bright fashion. The fast, yet never ending old money. All the extravagant parties in the world. And being the best sharpshooter in Verona. Yes, it’s all lovely, but he wants something more.

“God, please. I know I’m a creature of darkness, but, please. Send me an angel to protect me. Send me someone who’ll help me understand what this is all about. I’ve been cursed with mortals consider a blessing, but why? I can’t even enter a friend’s house without begging, since they use me being a vampire against me..” Tybalt clenches his hands tighter. “I want to understand why humans are afraid. Why they cry at night. Why they say fear and anxiety is something bad.” He takes a deep breath in, and says his last sentence, “I want to live, Lord. Is it a sin to just live?” Nothing. Of course nothing happened. He prayed every day, but there was no change in his life. Only quick happiness, and over-longed misery.

He sighs, and throws his head back on the pew, and starts to sing to himself. “I wanna heal, I wanna feel what I thought was never real.”

And all of a sudden, he heard a whisper. A sweet whisper. Like an angel was comforting him. Like it could read his mind. “I wanna let go of the pain I've felt so loooooong.~”

“GOD?!” Tybalt yells out as he immediately stands up and looks around.

…Silence.

Tybalt walks up the aisle, still singing. “…Erase all the pain 'til it's gone..” The “angel’s” voice echoes throughout the church, “I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I'm close to something reaaaaal.~” “…Was my prayer…answered?” Tybalt thought to himself. “Indeed it was, Tybalt.” The man’s voice chirped. “…who are you?” “Oh! I go by many names! Merciful, Mercury, the Mercurial, are just a few. But you, my bat, are advised to call me by my preferred nickname, Mercutio.”

Tybalt turns around, and sees a man with umber colored skin, white dreads, gray eyes, and a cute smile. In that smiles lies a tiny gap in between his two front teeth, and his body is toned, and slightly curvy….NO, NO. TYBALT, STOP IT! HE’S JUST SOME RANDOM GUY, WHO ALSO JUST CONVENIENTLY APPEARED WHILE YOU WERE SINGING LINKIN PARK! NO BIG DEAL!

“Well, it is a big deal if you keep getting flustered about it! But, I appreciate your nice compliments! Now, if I remember correctly, you have a question. Something about…”, he snaps his fingers, and appears behind Tybalt, “…living?” “Uhh, yeah. I wanted to live, and see why humans fear death.”

“Hm? Well, that’s simple! They only have 1 life left, silly!” “I get that, but why fear it? It’s inevitable.” “Not for you, being a vampire, and what not. And that is why you called for me!” “But I don’t understand it, what makes life so special, if we’re gonna die?”

“..Tybalt, may I rephrase your question so you and I both can understand what you really want?” “Go ahead.” “Tybalt, and this is from what I’m getting, you want to fear death itself. You want something to live for!” Tybalt looks at him with his eyebrows furrowed. “For years, you’ve struggled with the meaning of life! And for centuries, you’ve found life pointless! You see, what makes life special are the moments in that life! However, you haven’t had a lot of those moments, ever since Petrucchio came to your family, and when Juliet was born.”

“So?” Tybalt crosses his arms, “What does that have to do with my problem? How do I fix it?” “Well, since you don’t have a lot of genuinely happy moments, and therefore no will to live, you need to have something or someone that brings you genuine happiness! Tell me, is there anything or anyone that brings you genuine happiness?” “Don’t you know already? I’m practically a book, with the way you read me.” “Hmmm”, Mercutio hums, amused at Tybalt’s remark. “Maybe, but it’s better to hear it from your mouth.”

He shuts his eyes, and thinks for a moment. “..My..family.”

Boy, did he lie. And boy, did Mercutio know. “My family makes me happy..” Tybalt continues on, all while looking down at his shoes. “They make me smile. They make me smile a lot.” Silence again. “Are you..lying to me?” “What?” “Tybalt, are you lying to me? About your family?” “….” “Tybalt? Tell me, please?” “….yeah. I guess, maybe, I don’t know. Look, I don’t know who I have! I love Verona, I love my cousins! I love my family! I love what I do!” “So, what is it you don’t love?” “…I don’t know.” Tybalt turns into a bat, and flies on to the ceiling, and Mer uses his wings to fly up there with him. “Look, it’s okay if you don’t know! We’ll figure it out!” Mercutio smiles at Tybalt.

“…together?”

“Mhm, together!”

A/N: aaaa this was such an old wip, but since I had mercibalt on my mind, it wasn’t a bad idea not to! Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it!!

#romeo + juliet 1996 #tybalt capulet #tybalt 1996 #mercutio escalus #mercutio escalus 1996 #tycutio #mercibalt #Mercutio x tybalt #tybalt x mercutio #Writinglol #tybalt capulet x mercutio escalus 1996 #tybalt capulet x mercutio escalus

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scottysketches · 5 months

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wip wednesday

Chapter 4 of Don't Dream It's Over is really kicking my ass right now, so I'm changing things up - here's a little snippet from my Korkie/Amis story, Talk Me Down, which will be published once DDIO is finished. Enjoy :)

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It’s been twenty three years since they last saw each other, and yet the moment the ship lands in the Mandalorian rebellion camp and a tall, powerful figure strides down the loading ramp, a jetii’kad clipped to his belt and his beautiful face bearing several new scars, Amis Kar’jor recognises Kohav Kryze.

He wonders if Korkie will recognise him.

He doesn’t find out until they all gather for evening prayer — Bo-Katan had introduced the practice, to remember those lost in previous battles against the Empire. After a hushed discussion with her nephew at the front of the group, she starts. Her head is held high, her red hair — redder than Korkie’s, and still full of colour, regardless of the lines on her face — pinned back by her headpiece. “Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum.” Then, for the first time since they began praying in remembrance for the dead before dinner, her face falls, her eyes water, and her voice trembles. She turns to the bench at the front of the room, where people are allowed to leave mementos of their loved ones, and runs her bare hands over a length of fabric, all blues and greens and delicate embroidery. Amis feels like he recognises it, and the sinking feeling in his chest intensifies when Bo-Katan holds the fabric up, and lays it across the front of the bench. “Satine Kryze.”

He doesn’t even realise Korkie is kneeling next to him until his voice comes low from his right. “Eight years ago.” Amis turns his head, and his former lover is staring at his aunt. “She died eight years ago today.” Korkie turns to him, then, and Amis wishes to do nothing more than reach up and wipe the tears from his cheeks. He ignores the whispers of those who still vehemently believe that Satine Kryze was Mandalore’s weakest ruler — he heartily disagrees with them, because he remembers the restraint the Duchess had to impose upon herself every day, to refrain from turning to violence herself — and he brushes Korkie’s fingers with his own.

“Your dad?” he asks, and his heart breaks even more for Korkie when the greying copper-haired man next to him shakes his head.

“Four years ago. On the space station that destroyed Alderaan.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. He glances down, then, at the jetii’kad Korkie still has clipped to his belt. “Is that… your dad’s kad’au?”

Korkie glances down at the weapon as well. “No,” he says eventually, and he turns to Amis with a small and somewhat bittersweet smile. “It’s mine.” Turning to face the front once more, Korkie whispers, “In his last message to me, he asked me to bury his master’s lightsaber next to buir to represent himself.”

Amis turns back to the front, too, and a smile crosses his face when he feels Korkie’s fingers twine with his between them, shrouded in darkness towards the back of the remembrance tent.

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It hadn’t been his plan to visit Korkie tonight, but here he is, waiting anxiously outside the tent Bo-Katan set her nephew up in. The fingers of his right hand fiddle awkwardly with the clasps for his left shun’bur. The camp is quiet; only those on the night shift are actively moving around, watching out for any predators or — worse — Imperial soldiers, though a few of those who struggle to sleep at night linger around a firepit, the light reflecting off of their beskar’gam.

Come on, soldier, he scolds himself, pull yourself together.

He clears his throat. “Korkie?” he whispers, cringing slightly at the breathy undertone to his voice. “Are… are you awake?”

A shadow moves towards him from within the tent; when the flap for the entrance is pulled back, Amis has to swallow at the sight that presents itself to him — Korkie, shirtless, his torso hairier, scarred and much more muscular than it had been when they were young (he even has a few tattoos, now), his hair damp and hanging in front of his face.

Korkie smiles at him, his eyes filled with an affection Amis thought he’d never see again. “I was wondering if you’d show up,” he says quietly. Moving to the side, he adds, “Come on in.”

“Thank you,” Amis says, and he can’t help himself; he lets his fingertips brush against Korkie’s hip as he passes him, biting his lip as Korkie inhales sharply. Korkie seals the entrance behind him, and suddenly—

He’s here.

He’s really here.

He’s still alive.

Amis doesn’t even realise he’s crying until Korkie’s hands are on his face, wiping his tears away with his thumbs. “Shh,” he whispers, “it’s okay, I’m here.” He’s pulled into the taller man’s embrace, and Amis wraps his arms around Korkie’s torso, his hands grasping at the backs of his shoulders. He buries his face in the curve of Korkie’s neck, and Korkie gently rests his hands on Amis’s waist, pulling him closer. “I’m here, I’m here…” He sounds like he can’t believe it himself.

“I—” Amis chokes on a sob. “I missed you so much.”

Korkie’s breath tickles his ear. “I missed you, too,” he says, and his voice is full of tears of his own.

They stand there, wrapped in each other’s arms like they haven’t been for nearly a quarter of a century, swaying gently on the spot. Korkie’s taller than him now — he had been before the rise of the Empire, but only by a fraction; now, however, Amis has to crane his neck slightly to look up at him.

He finds he likes it.

Korkie is the one to pull back first, bringing his hands back up to cup Amis’s face. “How have you been?” he asks, his eyes full of questions.

Amis has questions of his own, too.

“It’s been hard,” he admits. “Everything happened so fast at the end of the Clone Wars, sometimes it’s hard to differentiate between what happened during the Republic and what happened with the rise of the Empire.” He sniffs, brings a hand up to cover one of Korkie’s. “Lagos, Soniee and I managed to get a transport off of Coruscant just before Palpatine seized control. We planet-hopped for a while, never staying in one place too long, until Soniee’s family reached out and said they could house us on Harswee. Once we got there, I decided to become a mercenary. I thought, maybe…” He looks away, his eyebrows creasing in a frown. “I thought it might bring me closer to you. Maybe I’d run into you somewhere, out there in the galaxy. But I never did. Eventually, I came to accept that you were probably dead.” He returns his gaze to Korkie, his jaw trembling but a smile on his lips. “But you’re here.”

“I’m here,” Korkie echoes, brushing his thumbs over Amis’s cheeks. “I’m not going anywhere.” He smiles back, and Amis feels like he’s about to melt into a puddle. It’s been so long since he’s seen that smile, and it still makes his heart race. He remembers the early — and only — days of their romance, on Coruscant; evenings spent cuddling in Korkie’s room, the copper-haired man laying with his head on Amis’s stomach, their fingers entwined next to his head; waking up in the morning with Korkie’s arms wrapped around his middle from behind him, his bare chest pressed against Amis’s back; lazy kisses, gentle touches and hushed, awkward and fumbling sex, giggling against each other’s lips, even when his parents weren’t home.

“What about you?” he asks. “How have the last twenty-plus years treated you?”

Korkie chuckles. “Alright, I guess,” he says. “You’ll get to meet them tomorrow, but I have a sister and a daughter.”

Amis freezes. “A… a daughter?”

Korkie nods, still stroking his cheeks. “Yeah. My riduur died not too long after buir. Duhaal,” he adds, taking note of the questions Amis is sure must be written all over his face. “A really nasty virus swept through the market where we worked, and unfortunately Rena had always had a harder time fighting off illness. This one just… got the better of her.”

“You seem calmer than other widowers here,” Amis mentions. Korkie hums.

“Rena and I were in the process of shuk’la riduurok when she got ill,” he explains, glancing off to the side. “I cared for her, of course, she was the buir of my ad’ika, but…”

“But?”

Korkie looks at him, then, and Amis whimpers at the love he finds reflected in Korkie’s deep blue eyes. “I didn’t love her. Not like I loved you. Not like I love you.”

“Oh, Korkie…” he whispers, stepping closer and moving his hands up to cup the sides of Korkie’s neck, his left thumb tracing over the scar he got when a Death Watch kyramud had attempted to assassinate him on Coruscant, before the fall of the Republic. “Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum.” They press their foreheads together in a Keldabe kiss, staring deep into each other’s eyes.

“Can—” Korkie begins, but he pauses, swallows nervously. “Can I kiss you?”

Amis beams at him. “I thought you’d never ask,” he replies, and Korkie grins too, before he ducks his head down and presses his lips to Amis’s.

It’s like the first time they kissed all over again. Amis wraps his arms around Korkie’s neck, Korkie moves his hands down to Amis’s hips and gently tugs his body even closer. Even through his hal’cabur he can feel Korkie’s kar’ta beating hard. With a moan, Amis opens his mouth and Korkie immediately slides his tongue inside, knowing through muscle memory and pure instinct just how to drive him wild, and he submits willingly to Korkie’s domination.

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Mando'a translations: Jetii'kad - lightsaber (lit. Jedi Sword) Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum - A daily remembrance of those who have passed on: "I'm still alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal." The saying is then followed by a repetition of loved ones' names Kad'au - lightsaber Buir - parent, mother or father Shun'bur - bicep armour Beskar'gam - armour Riduur - partner, spouse, husband, wife Duhaal - sickness, disease Shuk'la riduurok - divorce Ad'ika - little one, son, daughter, of any age (also used informally to adults much like "lad" or "guys") Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum - I love you Hal'cabur - chest armour Kar'ta - heart

#wip wednesday #wip #fic wip #star wars #star wars the clone wars #sw tcw #sw tcw fanfic #korkie kryze #amis #korkie kryze x amis #kormis #part of my satine lives au #korkie kryze is a kenobi #scotty's words #in your queue shall burn

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wri0thesley · 1 year

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Okay, had this spicy thought and wanted to share: Venti has a massive bar tab racked up at the Angel's Share. He can't pay it off and Diluc is almost out of patience. Venti, however, knows a little secret: Diluc is infatuated with one of the sisters at his church, though the repressed redhead would never say anything. Maybe... an arrangement could be made? You'd do anything for your God, after all.

oh my hodododod....

venti hears everyone's prayers; and though diluc does not often pray to him now he knows who he truly is, venti still remembers a time when diluc did - and he has always had a fascination with you. whenever the two of you crossed paths in town, diluc could not help but notice the shape of you beneath your clerical garb; could not help but notice your soft smile, the colour of your eyes, the way you always had a moment for anyone. he thinks you are a perfect example of what devotion ought to be; helping those who need it, open-hearted and lovely and warm . . . and he knows he should not desire it and should not want to possess it for his own, but he cannot help it. he has seen how life tramples on people like you, and he knows he could keep you safe.

it won't happen. you are far too devoted to barbatos; so diluc admires you from afar, makes larger donations to the church, finds excuses to be near you whenever he can. and you smile at him, too - the same way you smile at all, though diluc convinces himself there's something softer in your eyes when you look at him. something just as wanting. it is the only way that he can justify it to himself when he wraps his hand around his cock at night and buries his face in his pillow and pants out your name, groaning and moaning and whimpering and wishing that the grip of his palm was the tight embrace of you. if sometimes a whimper of 'archons, barbatos, fuck--' has passed his heated lips, too . . . well, all that does is make sure venti knows for certain that you are desired by the winery owner.

so the next time diluc brings up his tab, venti grins at the redhead and rests his chin on his hand. 'well, master diluc', he says, his voice musical like the whispering of the wind. 'i have a suggestion for settling this without mora.'

venti does not think this an abuse of power. you will have the freedom to refuse, of course - but you are so devout, he highly doubts a request from your archon would ever be refuted. you want to please barbatos most of all, and the wiping out of venti's debts would please him immensely. diluc makes a token attempt to argue against the bard's suggestion, but the spark of flame that has lived in his belly as long as he has lived curls over and over itself, roaring, needy. he acquiesces so quickly that he would almost be ashamed of himself, if delicious thoughts of your body and your lips and your mouth were not all pressing in on his mind.

so venti makes a visit, in the garb of the archon for once; a vision, for his favourite and most devoted of sisters. you look up at him all wide-eyed and gasping, your mouth pleasingly soft, your eyes blown and adoring. venti almost breaks; almost takes you for himself. but he does not. he tells you what he, your archon, desires you do. when your brow knits and you ask him why, he reminds you of the dawn winery's place in mondstadt and how so many rely on it - and tells you that there will be a horse and cart waiting for you, tomorrow, outside the city gates. to wear something simple to take off.

you will always be devout, he tells you. but now he requires your devotion somewhere else. master diluc will not ruin you. master diluc will take care of you. barbatos has seen to it that you will be provided for--

the next night, as master diluc lays you down upon his bed and sighs in reverence as he undoes your clothes, as he slips a ring on your finger, as his touch slips between your thighs - you cry out barbatos's name when you come.

#i LOVE venti being able to hear when ppl use his true name fgbnjkkjngf #not sfw text #dub con for ts #genshin impact posting #religion cw #dark content for ts #nat.txt

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dandyfelines · 3 months

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Alflear Week (1)

bed-ridden/sleep/firsts

(Still a WIP, so I plan to finish it later.) for @malflearweek

The first time it happened, his head could just about peek over the bed the Divine Dragon slept upon. Alfred didn’t need to stand on his tiptoes to see the wisps of blue and red hair framing the Divine Dragon’s cheeks, but he still couldn’t see his entire face. His mother had lifted him up a few times to see the Divine Dragon fully, and Alfred vaguely recalled his shirt had two large dark blue lines. But from this angle, he could only see a criss-crossing golden pattern and a lot of white.

He loved coming here. Most of his days were spent in bed or visiting the doctor. His mother had said he needed to do physical therapy in order to get stronger. He liked the idea of getting stronger, but he also wanted a friend. He wanted someone else to talk to about his day or about the flowers he saw from the castle windows. Everyone told him the Divine Dragon was listening carefully and lovingly to those who visited him. So even if Alfred didn’t get a direct reply back, it was fine.

“Hi, Divine One! It’s Alfred. Wait, um….” He clasped his hands in prayer. “Divine One, thank you for allowing me into your sacred place of rest. Okay, that should be good, right? I wanna tell you about my day!

“Today I saw some hummingbirds in the garden! They were so small and fast, they just zoomed past me. They really liked the flowers, too. And then, Mother taught me how to make a flower crown. She called it something like… ger land? I forgot!

“I wish you could see the flower crown I’m wearing today. Maybe I’ll make one for you, too. I don’t think it’s disturr, um, disturbing your sleep if I put it on very quietly. Maybe I’ll get really good at it, and then I can make lots for my little sister! She is still a baby, so I’ll have to make little ones. I would make lots of flower crowns for my friends. But I don't know when I'll see them again.

“I just want to have more friends around… I mean, you are my friend, too, but you can’t play tag with me or practice duels, or walk with me in the garden…

“...Unless you woke up right now! You don’t wanna be stuck in bed either, right? Then we could be best friends! Hm. Maybe you just need help… ngh…”

Alfred stood on his tiptoes and stretched out an arm for anywhere he could reach. His fingers brushed against some fabric from the Divine Dragon’s sleeves. He repeatedly grasped at that area until a clump of white and gold was firm in his hold. Then, he tugged.

“Please?” he whispered, timid. His mother had told him many times to never disturb the Divine Dragon’s slumber. Reminded of her words, Alfred reluctantly allowed the fabric to slip from his fingers. Shame burned his cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Divine One. I think we have to be friends just like this, with you sleeping. But can you wake up someday soon, please? Then, I’ll show you the pretty flowers in Firene and watch butterflies. Or maybe we could even see a deer! And I’ll make you a flower crown!”

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Alfred was sure the second time was an accident. He had outgrown his childhood fantasies of playing tag with the Divine Dragon, after all, and the weight of his responsibilities began to settle on his conscience. He visited the Somniel less often, now that his health had improved and other activities filled his daily life. Every time he came, though, lifted his spirits.

“Divine One, Céline can’t come today. It’s been a while since it was just me, hasn’t it? There’s a lot to catch up on, and I can’t wait for you to hear all about it.

“Well, Céline completely outclasses me in magic. She really has a talent for it. Yesterday, she burned a training dummy to ashes, and it was just her first week using fire magic. I tried to learn some magic myself, but I guess I’ll just have to stick to physical weaponry. I’m getting really good at the lance, now. I want to be as good as Father was at it, so I still have to work harder.

“Oh, and we learned about who our retainers will be! We were thinking Céline’s would be Etie. They were practically joined at the hip as children, so imagine my surprise when she was assigned to me. Instead, her new retainers are a woman and man, Chloe and Louie. I knew Louie from his knighthood training at the castle, but I’ve never met Chloe before. She and Céline seemed to know each other. I thought Céline told me everything, but even she keeps some secrets.

“My retainers are my trusted friends, Etie and Boucheron. Getting to train with two of the strongest people I know… Divine One, I couldn’t be happier! Oh, you’re really strong too. You vanquished the Fell Dragon before! It’s a shame we can’t practice sparring matches together, but… but anything could happen. Right?

“No doubt you’re listening to me, because you have given me the strength to be a prince to my people, and I am grateful. A lot of it was my own work, too, but you really are a true friend, looking out after me. So you know my deepest wish. I get it, you need more time to heal from your wounds, more time than I needed… but…

“I might not even get to ascend the throne. When I start thinking about that, I feel so sickened that I might leave mother and Céline alone… how can I be a worthy prince? I hate thinking that some things just weren’t meant to be. You probably can’t make it go away, but if there was any way to make sure I could at least take care of Firene, Divine One… please. I don’t want to lose the joys I have, spending time with Etie and Boucheron, ruling with Céline and Mother, and being able to talk to you.

“I am scared, Divine One. What will happen to me? I wish I knew what you were thinking right now. Can you share a sign, anything?” Alfred scanned the Divine Dragon’s face for any response, a twitch of the nose, a deeper breath than usual, maybe even a smile.

“It’s alright, I really enjoy talking to you all the same. I’ll keep my health up, so that we can talk for as many years as I have left. I promise to treasure each and every moment we have together. …I’ve seen Céline do this thing called a pinky promise before. I wonder if we could…”

Those words were a mere suggestion, not even taken form, when he noticed the hands folded across the Divine Dragon’s chest twitched. Alfred’s eyes widened. A low, short grunt emerged from the body lying in front of him.

Alfred heard his heartbeat accelerate. Could it be? All those years of his childhood dreaming of seeing the Divine Dragon’s eyes with his own, realized? After a moment passed without incident, he exhaled. He would just have to train more, eat well, work hard and perhaps, one day, he could share his joy with the one who was there for him for all his years.

#m!alflear week #Fire Emblem Engage #alflear #alfrear #Fire Emblem #fe alfred #fe alear #male alear #kimowrites #fanfic

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Repostober: Day 29

Hiyori has a wish and puts her 5 yen on Yato's shrine, but she doesn't know quite how to say it out loud when he asks about it.

Cutting Ties

She understood why Yato’s talent for cutting ties was necessary. She had seen the healing it had brought to the people that he had used it on. And yet every time he had to use it, she felt her throat close up and her hands start to shake.

It was all too easy to picture sekki pointed at her and those same words falling from his lips.

“You feeling alright? You kinda look like you’re going to be sick.”

Yato was bent over to lean in front of her face and she noticed a worried Yukine peeking out from behind him as well.

She shook her head and brushed a hand through her hair nervously, “I’m fine. Maybe just a bit tired.”

“Then don’t worry about our tutoring session today! Go home and get some rest.” Yukine stepped forward, surprising both her and Yato.

“I’m okay, really.” She raised her hand to wave him off and gave a small laugh but he only gave her a stern look in response.

“No, seriously. Go home, Hiyori. What if you are getting sick like Yato said? I don’t want you to push yourself and get worse.”

She parted her lips before giving a sigh of defeat and nodding, “Okay.”

Happy with her response, Yukine started walking forward while Yato stayed back. “He’s gotten super protective over everyone since—ya know. Anyway, I’ll check in on you later.” He gave a quick wave before running after Yukine.

The smile lingered on her face as she reflected on Yukine’s actions, but faded quickly as she kept walking and her fears sunk back in. Once she was home, she was pulled into a few chores by her parents and thankfully distracted for a small amount of time.

Alone in her bedroom, everything crashed down on her again as her eyes immediately moved towards the shrine that sat on her bedside table. Out of frustration, she dug for a five yen coin and deposited it on the shrine, ‘If it’s up to me, I won’t ever forget you. So please don’t ever consider cutting our ties. No matter what other people—other gods say. I want to be with you longer.’

She held a few fingers over the coin until she believed her willpower had truly been put into its essence before she let go to finish the prayer, clapping her hands together.

Not long after, she sat down on her bed and her phone made a loud ding to let her know that she had received a text message.

Can I come check on you?

She let out a sigh. Of course he would want to come over right now.

I guess so.

Practically as soon as she had sent the reply, he appeared in her room in a bright burst of light. “Hiya.” He greeted with a small smile before sitting next to her on the bed, concern taking over his expression, “How you feeling?”

She shrugged, not knowing how to answer, “Alright. I still don’t think I’m getting sick.”

He hummed in acknowledgement, not knowing how to answer either. Eventually his eyes slid over towards the shrine and he noticed the shine of the new coin. He reached over her to grab it, “You’ve got a new wish though, it seems.”

Her mouth flew open as a bright red blush took over her face, “No!”

“No?” He raised an eyebrow, “You’re just randomly donating five yen to me now?”

“No! I just… I didn’t… want you to see that.” She hid her face as she took a breath.

“…But you put it on my shrine.”

“I know what I did.” She hissed back before letting out a loud groan.

“So you have a wish for me…” He tried to figure out the situation out loud, a puzzled expression, “But you don’t want me to know what it is?”

“Yes!” She answered, exasperated.

He blinked back at her, his expression unchanging.

“I know it’s stupid, okay.” She jumped up from the bed and crossed the room, unable to look at him.

She didn’t hear him get up but she felt the gentle touch of his hand at her wrist, “Any wish of yours is never stupid.”

Hiyori turned around and met his gaze, though she didn’t answer.

“My question is just, what aren’t you comfortable telling me?” He took his hand back to his side and placed it at his hip, “Knowing you, it’s probably something to help someone else.”

“No, it’s selfish.” She mumbled, looking down at her feet.

Yato scoffed, “I doubt it.”

“It is!” She raised her voice and looked up at him fiercely, “It’s something that would ask you to put my wants above many others.”

Donning a more serious expression, he took both of her hands in his and asked, “What is your wish, Hiyori?”

The tears immediately started streaming down her face and she swallowed a sob as she let out, “Don’t ever cut ties with me. No matter what Tenjin-sama says. Or Kazuma-san. Or Bishamon-san or Ebisu-san or… or anybody else.”

His eyes darkened, “Have they said anything to you?”

She shook her head, “No! No, not recently… I just, I just… I don’t want to lose you.” She grasped at his wrists as her knees started to buckle, “I… can’t stop thinking about it. When you have to do it… for other people. And I don’t—I don’t want someone else to decide what’s best for me.”

He let her fall into him and guided her down onto the floor, mostly into his lap. “We’ve been down that road before, Hiyori. And you told me that you didn’t want that. Until the day that you tell me you’ve changed your mind, I will always respect that.” He ran a hand through her hair soothingly.

She looked up at him, correcting, “I won’t ever change my mind.”

“Then there’s nothing to worry about.” He dug in his jacket pocket and held out the five yen coin, “And technically I don’t need this.”

Hiyori shoved it back towards him, closing his fist, “Consider it insurance for you to keep your word.”

“I’m a little hurt that you don’t trust me, but fine.” He pocketed it again but gave a pout.

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Narcos Fic: Trigonometry (Part 2: Cosine)

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Pairing: Horacio Carrillo x Steve Murphy x Javier Peña

(Parts 1 and 2 focus on Carrillo/Murphy, but part 3 will be Carrillo/Murphy/Peña)

Words: 4,983

Summary: With Javi still missing, Carrillo and Steve visit his apartment where tensions finally boil over (understatement lol).

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Weapons kink, gun play, power dynamics, praise kink, handjobs, frottage, masturbation, unprotected anal sex/fingering, biting/marking, dirty talk, spanking, comeplay, jealousy, denial of feelings, brief mentions of divorce and open marriage, inappropriate use of prayer (there’s a warning I never thought I’d use lol), mild angst, swearing, smoking, drinking.

Notes: I have no excuses for this tbh 😂 Although it ended up having more feelings in it than intended 👀 And there are plenty more shenanigans to come in the third and final part as well 😉

Whilst obviously I do not own Narcos or its characters, please do not copy, re-post, or plagiarize this fic in any capacity on this or other platforms. If you wish to create any fan works inspired by it, please provide a credit or send me a message if in doubt.

Part 2: Cosine

Carrillo’s seniority made it easy to arrange a helicopter to take them to Bogotá in quick time and with few questions asked. They were still reluctant to officially call it in and gave themselves a deadline of the following morning. That would make it at least 24 hours Javi had been missing, but they couldn’t think about that yet and preferred to see it more as an insurance policy.

Once back in Bogotá, they crossed the threshold of Javi’s apartment and shut the door behind them. The place seemed smaller now that it was just the two of them, as though the walls were closing in and there was no way out.

They both tried to ignore it in favour of looking for any clues instead. Although much like the absence of Javi in his own apartment, the negative space was the problem. The way that things which were unsaid or unaddressed were there nonetheless. It was the implied intimacy of Carrillo knowing his way around and of Steve and Javi having spare keys to each other’s apartments. It was the way the three of them had avoided each other since that fateful night, yet it was clearly all they could think about. It was the way Steve and Carrillo refused to talk about the worst-case scenario for Javi because then they would have to admit they had thought about it in the first place.

However, there was no sign that Javi had been here recently. His bed was still made, there were no messages or missed calls on his machine, and it didn’t look like anyone had broken in or taken anything. It was like the man had simply vanished.

Carrillo took two glass tumblers out of the drinks cabinet and filled them with whatever bottle Javier already had open. He slid one across the kitchen counter towards Steve, who eyed it with great suspicion.

“Don’t worry, I’m not poisoning you.”

Steve pinned Carrillo with a look of intense irritation but accepted the drink with a reluctant thanks.

Whilst Steve nursed his glass, Carrillo pulled his phone out of his pocket, dipped into Javi’s bedroom and closed the door.

Steve wasn’t intentionally listening, but it was hard not to be overheard in this place when the walls were so thin. From what he did catch, it was clear Carrillo was telling his wife he wouldn’t be home tonight.

Steve brought the tumbler to his mouth, suddenly hyper-aware of what else had been pressed against it only hours ago. And in Carrillo’s office several weeks before that. He tipped his head back and downed the lot in one.

Carrillo’s phone call was brief, and he soon returned to the kitchen. As far as Steve was concerned, he’d kept his face and body language neutral, but apparently not from the way that Carrillo was now glaring at him. A look that managed to convey My marriage is off-limits, you don’t know the first thing about our arrangement, and at least I still have a wife.

It worked for them, and that’s what mattered. Not that Carrillo had intended to become entangled with two DEA agents like this, but then he didn’t plan for lots of things around here. Given the intensity of their line of employment, he figured it was an occupational hazard. It didn’t mean he loved Juliana any less, and he didn’t have to explain that to anyone, least of all Murphy.

Whatever the look was had the desired effect as Steve immediately backed off and made to refill his glass. “So, what’s the plan, now?”

“We’ll give the place another once-over, just in case. And then we wait.”

“That’s it? We wait?”

“Yes, we wait. Unless you’ve got any better ideas?”

Of course, Steve didn’t. And he hated that he was deferring to Carrillo’s judgement so much as if he wasn’t a fucking police officer himself. “Fine. We wait.”

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It was well past midnight by the time they came to an impasse, their second search of the apartment throwing up nothing. They admitted defeat after they resorted to checking through Javi’s wardrobe and drawers as though he or any clues were hiding in them.

“I think we’re best just staying put here, for now. See if he turns up over the next few hours. If not, it’s time to call your boss.”

Steve gave a resigned sigh and sat down on the edge of Javi’s bed, resting his head on the heel of his hand. “Makes sense.”

He bent down to untie his laces and kicked off his boots.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

“You live upstairs.”

“Javi isn’t gonna turn up there though, is he? If you’re staying put here, then so am I.”

“You’ve gotta be shitting me. You have a phone, I presume?”

Steve rose from the bed with a scoff and turned to face Carrillo, who looked just as, if not more, murderous than back in Medellín.

“Nice try icing me out again.”

“If only.”

They stood dangerously close once again, Steve lowering his head just as Carrillo raised his, allowing them to square up to each other despite their significant height difference.

“Oh yeah, just try it.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Do your worst.”

Their lips were tantalisingly close, swallowing each other’s breath as their noses bumped together now that there was no knife to act as a barrier.

Neither wanted to be the one to instigate what they knew to be annoyingly inevitable by now. But somehow, they both surrendered at once, closing the gap and triggering an explosion of ferocious kisses, clashing tongues and harsh lip bites that left a metallic taste in their wake. There was nothing tender about it as they clawed at each other’s clothes, roughly shoving the other against Javi’s furniture as they undressed.

Jolts of arousal and guilt shot through each man as they ended up on Javi’s bed, distracting themselves from imagining the worst about the owner of the sheets they were now tangled up in.

They settled into a wrestling match, one pinning the other down by the wrists before overpowering him and reversing the position. Each battling to be in charge, much like their joint encounter with Javi. In the end, they compromised by lying on their sides. Large calloused palms seized around each other’s cocks, neither showing mercy as they groped, tugged and squeezed.

Carrillo laved his tongue along the expanse of Steve’s slender neck before clamping his teeth down and making Steve shiver and squirm.

For several blissful seconds, Steve couldn't react and merely leaned into it. His eyelids fluttered shut, and his head rolled back as he let the sensation consume him. Until he remembered who was the cause of it.

He came to his senses and retaliated by sinking his teeth into the thick muscle of Carrillo’s shoulder with a snarl. He sucked at the skin until it reddened beneath him, not caring that he had no doubt crossed a line by leaving a mark.

To Steve’s surprise, Carrillo groaned at the contact and twitched in his palm. So, he did it again, deepening the colour of the bruise until it was almost purple and glossy with saliva in the dim light of the bedroom. The primal noises he was drawing out of Carrillo were like nothing Steve had ever heard from him before, not even when witnessing him with Javi.

With Steve distracted by that curious thought, Carrillo took advantage and increased the speed of his strokes with one hand whilst clutching at Steve’s hair with the other.

“You’re such an arrogant pain in the ass,” he ground out through gritted teeth.

Steve gasped and shuddered at the lethal combination of Carrillo’s words and actions. “Takes one to know one.”

He tried to disguise how fucking good Carrillo’s fingers felt pulling on his scalp. But not well enough as Carrillo just did it harder, tipping Steve’s head back with force and eliciting a symphony of lascivious sounds from his throat. That was when it hit Steve why he had been so fascinated watching Carrillo work earlier that night. A fucked up thought he couldn’t analyse in the here and now, so he pushed it down and focused on the pleasure/pain of Carrillo’s ministrations instead.

“Guess I’ll have to shove my cock down your throat again to make you stop talking. Or maybe reacquaint you with my knife.”

Steve’s entire body spasmed at the mention of the knife, and there was no way Carrillo hadn’t noticed. He closed his eyes, drawing in calming breaths as he felt a familiar pressure in his balls, not wanting to give Carrillo the satisfaction. Not yet, anyway.

But Carrillo kept going. “Such a dark horse, Murphy. I always knew I could corrupt you if I had the chance. I wonder what else you’d let me do to you?”

To finally give voice to the fantasy Carrillo had harboured ever since Steve showed up in Colombia was intoxicating. Obviously, he hadn’t expected it to play out quite like this, and Javier had been the catalyst. But there was a satisfying sense of vindication about all of it.

Steve was breathless and overwhelmed by Carrillo’s sinful words, but he didn’t want this to be over. It was time to give Carrillo a taste of his own medicine.

“And what would you let me do to you, hmm? Don’t think I didn’t see the way you were lookin’ at my gun tonight.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Carrillo rasped with an uncharacteristic lack of conviction.

“Is that right?” Before he considered what he was doing, Steve moved off the bed to retrieve his jeans from the long-forgotten pile of clothes on the floor. He fished out his gun and resumed his place.

Carrillo carried an unreadable expression, but he accepted the gun Steve held out for him. Their fingers briefly connected in the process; an act that made them more nervous than the weapon in their hands. Carrillo took his time to ensure the safety was on and handed it back without saying a word.

Steve stared down at his palm, grappling with the notion of what was about to happen. What he was about to do. The incident with the knife was impromptu, in the open air, and they were both fully clothed. This was different; it was deliberate, premeditated, intimate. It was Carrillo putting his full trust in Steve. Something Steve had accepted might never happen. His ego was too fragile to admit how much it bothered him, but this blew past insecurities out of the water.

It was tempting to run away and lock himself in his apartment for the foreseeable. But he stepped outside his head for a second and paid attention to his body. To the way that his cock throbbed, and his stomach knotted with a new kind of arousal. Something undiscovered and unknown, but something that had probably laid dormant for longer than he realised. He looked up at Carrillo and saw the same hunger in his eyes.

So, Steve dived in head first, covering Carrillo’s form with his own, the gun placed on the sheets next to them for the time being. Steve kissed, licked and nipped his way up and down Carrillo’s torso. He had a newly found confidence zipping through him as he adjusted the speed, placement and pressure depending on Carrillo’s reactions. For a man that was usually stoic to the extreme, it was a power trip to loosen up the Colonel’s buttons like this.

When it was clear they both needed more, Steve gripped the gun in his right hand, checking once more that the safety was still on. He sat up so that he was straddling Carrillo’s thighs, the anticipation evident from the piercing gaze they shared, all the way to their heaving chests and flushed cheeks.

Steve used Carrillo’s forehead as a starting point. He slowly dragged the gun’s muzzle down the bridge of Carrillo’s nose, brushing over his Cupid’s bow and mouth but not lingering - not yet. He paused at his chin, where he increased the pressure and made Carrillo’s Adam’s apple bob again, much like in his office earlier that day. An event that may as well have been months ago for all that had happened since.

He continued his path down Carrillo’s chest and abdomen until he met the dark trail of hairs above his pubic bone.

Carrillo’s cock brushed against Steve’s wrist, causing him to push up against the cold metal of the gun. He let out a low grunt at the friction and badly wanted to do it again.

But Steve was too quick, and his free hand stilled Carrillo’s hips with one simple but effective motion. “Not yet.”

Carrillo’s eyes darkened at Steve’s whispered words that oozed with a quiet sense of authority, unsure whether to be impressed or threatened by the monster he had apparently helped create.

Steve so often expended unnecessary energy with the way he went about things. From what Carrillo had witnessed and what Javier had told him, he knew that Steve was handy with his fists, not afraid to throw his weight around to get what he wanted. Aggression for the sake of aggression, which wasn’t Carrillo’s style. He preferred more efficient methods. So, to see Steve exercise restraint and patience was more arousing than he cared to admit.

Steve re-tread his steps along Carrillo’s torso, branching left then right. Teasing each nipple in turn, like he was making a depraved sign of the cross on Carrillo’s body. Steve wasn’t usually a praying man, but figured there were exceptions to every rule.

In spite of his best efforts to conceal it, Carrillo trembled, every scrape of the gun raising goosebumps, his fists clenching into the sheets by the time Steve lifted it back up to his face.

He traced patterns over Carrillo’s cheeks before painting his lips with the muzzle. Top lip first, then bottom, where Steve waited for Carrillo to take the bait.

And Carrillo took it greedily, sucking it into his mouth with abandon, and this time when he bucked his hips, Steve didn’t stop him. Their grinding matched the rhythm of Carrillo’s mouth, the sweat coating their bodies adding to the slip-and-slide. The way Carrillo’s lips parted around the weapon planting ideas in both men’s minds that only spurred them on further.

Steve eventually removed the gun from Carrillo’s mouth, unable and unwilling to explain being hit by a wave of irrational jealousy over an inanimate object. Instead, he quickly replaced it with his lips, tongue, and teeth, the reticence from earlier no more. But Carrillo was as far gone as Steve and made no objection to the heated frenzy they were wrapped up in.

One of Carrillo’s hands found its way back to Steve’s hair and tugged. “I want you face down on the bed.”

The authoritative timbre of Carrillo’s instruction made it impossible for Steve to do anything but comply. Such few words were spoken, but each one was as efficient and controlled as the man behind them.

Steve lay face down on Javi’s sheets, the gun now forgotten on the nightstand. The scent of fabric softener and something undeniably Javi hit him whilst Carrillo temporarily shifted off the mattress. The rumble of a drawer was next, followed by the click of a lid opening and closing.

All Steve could hear was his pulse thudding in his ears and the heavy breaths falling from his mouth. Trepidation mounted as he contemplated Carrillo’s next move. Would he feel the warmth of skin on skin any second now or the cold barrel of a gun? And more to the point, which would he prefer? Right now, he couldn’t say. He just needed Carrillo to do something.

His questions were soon answered when his legs were swiftly parted. A thick finger coated in lube swiped between his cheeks, teasing over his entrance a few times before risking a light nudge.

Steve was almost embarrassed by his reaction to such a ghost touch, his limbs twitching as he moaned into the sheets.

“Look at you, Murphy. Like putty in my hand already. Think you can take it?” As he asked that question, his finger probed further and eased passed a slight resistance.

“You – you know I can.” Steve fought to keep his composure as the pressure increased on his cock trapped against the mattress. It would have been so easy to hump the bed, scratch an itch and move on, but he couldn’t do it. Much like when he had his back against a wall and a knife to his throat, he willed himself to keep still.

“How about another finger?” With one now buried in Steve, he teased in circles with the knuckle of another.

Steve’s fist thumped into the pillow above his head. “Fuck…yes.”

Carrillo halted his movements but didn’t withdraw. “Yes, what?”

Fucker. Absolute fucker. But Steve didn’t voice his annoyance. He let out a humiliating plea into the depths of the mattress, hoping that by burying his face into the sheets, he wouldn’t have to acknowledge what was happening to him.

No sooner had Steve given Carrillo what he wanted than Carrillo returned the favour. A second finger joined the first, stretching Steve out as he pumped back and forth in a steady rhythm. “That’s it, Murphy. Good boy. You take me so well.”

It was those two words again. Two words that forced Steve’s hand to grasp at the pillow and his ass to lift up to meet Carrillo’s fingers. Fuck. He was never going to live this down. He didn’t even know where it was coming from; or why it turned him on this much. Or why, despite his natural instincts to rebel against Carrillo, he not only craved his approval but also got off on his praise.

He couldn’t deal with examining that closer right now, so he flung his hips back harder this time, taking Carrillo by surprise. He did it again and again until he was fucking Carrillo’s fingers as much as Carrillo was fucking him.

Carrillo’s breath was coming in short, shrift bursts as he watched the spectacle below him. There was that thrill again from knowing he had this kind of effect on Murphy. Knowing that for all of his bravado, he wanted to please Carrillo. And a part of Carrillo got off on Murphy’s reaction to being praised too. It was a vicious circle he didn’t understand. So, as usual, it was far easier to compartmentalise and push it to the back of his mind.

He allowed Murphy to have his fun for a while, to give as good as he got because apparently that just seemed to be how things worked between them, no matter how much each man tried to get one over on the other.

That thought led Carrillo’s free hand to still Steve’s hips and position himself between Steve’s legs. He leaned forwards, his arms braced on either side of Steve’s ridiculously long frame, his cock teasing in the same way his fingers did.

Carrillo reached up to run his tongue along the shell of Steve’s ear, biting down on the lobe as Steve practically purred beneath him. “You still all in, Murphy?” he whispered. Another challenge, another gauntlet thrown down just begging to be picked back up again.

And it was one that Steve couldn’t resist. “If you are, I am.”

That was all the confirmation Carrillo needed to plunge forwards, a firm, deep thrust to start off with and gauge Murphy’s reaction.

Steve let out a laboured grunt as though he had just had the air knocked out of his lungs. This was new; not even Javi had done this with him. He and Connie had dabbled with fingers and toys a few times, but that hadn’t been like this. This was all muscles rippling and straining at his back, and balls slapping against his ass. It had been one thing watching Carrillo do this to Javi, but nothing could have prepared him for the force of nature currently pounding him into next week.

Encouraged by Murphy’s vocal enthusiasm, Carrillo didn’t hold back. Not like the way he restrained himself last time. He snapped his hips against Steve’s at a brutal pace, rolling them in firm circles and leaving behind a trail of bite marks.

All Steve could do was lie there and take it, too overwhelmed by new sensations he didn’t even know his body was capable of feeling. It was all so much. Too much. So, he pushed himself off the mattress, taking Carrillo with him.

They re-adjusted themselves but never pulled apart; both now sat up on their knees. It was ridiculous, but it allowed Steve to regain his height advantage. Although that was small mercy compared to the new angle Carrillo had found in this position. It caused Steve’s eyes to roll back in his head and wiped his mind of all thought.

Carrillo clasped Steve’s waist and cock simultaneously, stroking him in time with his thrusts. “Do you know what I told Javier that night once you were done with him?” He didn’t wait for a reply but held still inside of Steve. His hand kept moving, though, the frantic motions aided by streaks of precum glistening along Steve’s length. “I said next time I want to watch.”

“Fuck…” was all Steve could pant as he spasmed in Carrillo’s hold. “He - he’d love that,” he stuttered once Carrillo moved again. “I fucked him against the sink. Made him watch us through the mirror.”

The mental images running through Carrillo’s head were almost enough to make him come on the spot. He was so close now. “Glad our little show inspired you.”

“I told you, s’not my fault if you can’t keep him satisfied…oh fuck!” His little jibe earned him a sharp swat across the ass.

“And I told you, that mouth of yours was gonna get you in trouble.” Carrillo brought his hand down a second and a third time.

Steve bit his lip, swallowing the whine rumbling in his throat because he wasn’t done goading yet despite the hot sting spreading across his cheeks. “Maybe you just need to find a more effective way to shut me up.”

And with that, Carrillo gave Steve’s cock another once-over and lifted his hand to Steve’s face. He smeared his slicked fingers across Steve’s moustache and lips before shoving them into his mouth.

Steve didn’t know which memory to latch on to first; the one of him sucking Carrillo off in his office, the one of him licking Carrillo’s knife, or the one of Carrillo taking Steve’s gun into his mouth. A heady mix of all three combined with jerking himself off and Carrillo filling him up pushed him over the edge.

His free hand felt behind him and dug his nails into any part of Carrillo he could reach, scraping and scratching like a feral cat as he spilt over himself with a strangled groan.

Carrillo upped the ante as he relentlessly fucked into Steve, the grip on his waist enough to leave reminders in the morning. A hand appeared at Carrillo’s mouth, and he took the hint, sucking and licking as though he was a man starved.

It was the final straw as he let out a growl stifled by a vampiric bite into the flesh of Steve’s shoulder. Breaking barriers far beyond the surface of his skin, even if neither of them recognised it.

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They lay spent and breathless, silent and dazed for several minutes before they cleaned up, trying to push down the growing sense of shame that they had done this in Javi’s apartment. In Javi’s bed. When Javi was…well, wherever he was. It felt like a betrayal, although not in the traditional sense. It wasn’t so much that they regretted what they had done, but that they had done it without Javi. He was once again the negative space in the room.

They took turns to shower, the question of sharing never coming up. That would have been a step too far. Although, as they towelled off and put their underwear back on, they both caught the other in the act of staring. But they cleared their throats and continued as though nothing had happened.

Neither of them said anything when they got back into bed, ignoring that Steve had a perfectly decent double bed of his own upstairs. And Steve was also ignoring the fact that his own apartment and double bed hadn’t been the same since Connie left, and he dreaded most nights alone now. The two men still left a respectable distance between themselves, though, to the point where they were practically falling off opposite edges of the mattress.

Steve reached for his jeans on the floor once again. He shuffled around in the pockets until he found what he was looking for, trying to blink away the flashback he was already having of retrieving his gun just like this. The gun that now had traces of Carrillo’s saliva all over it.

He sat back up and pulled a cigarette out of the packet, offering the same to Carrillo.

Carrillo wordlessly took one, prompting Steve to lean over with his lighter. Their eyes briefly met over the flame, Carrillo mumbling his thanks before taking a long drag. The exhale he let out was more a sigh of relief than anything as the much-needed nicotine began to flow into his bloodstream.

Steve retreated to the safety of the other side of the bed to light up. They didn’t talk for several minutes, both lost in their own heads and ensuring to look anywhere but at each other.

“D’you think he’s alive?” Steve didn’t know what possessed him to ask that of all questions, but it slipped out before he could stop himself.

Apparently, Carrillo didn’t know what possessed Steve to ask that, either, and he gave him a withering look that said as much.

“Someone would have found him by now if he wasn’t. They’d have wanted us to know what they did,” he replied in the end.

Not many people knew the mind of a narco quite like Carrillo, and Steve had good reason to trust his judgement beyond his desperate need to cling to hope.

“What we gonna do if he doesn’t show up?”

Carrillo was more intent on savouring his cigarette than answering another of Murphy’s questions, and left him hanging for a moment. “Get some sleep. We’ll figure it out in the morning if we have to.”

To the casual observer, Carrillo’s words might have sounded cold. But even Steve could see the benefit of his pragmatism at a time like this. He could only imagine how much his mind would have spiralled if he had dealt with this alone. It was oddly comforting for Carrillo to refuse to indulge Steve in his anxieties because that wouldn’t help either man. The words Carrillo and comfort in the same sentence were not something Steve ever expected his brain to conjure up, and he wasn’t sure what to make of that.

“Right, yeah, of course,” was all Steve could manage in reply. He flipped the bedside lamp off, plunging the room into darkness, the only light now stemming from the digital clock on the nightstand and the dying embers of Carrillo’s cigarette.

Steve shuffled down beneath the sheets that still smelt strongly of sweat, sex and Javi but stuck rigidly to his small strip of mattress. He didn’t even dare lie on his back, stretch his long legs out, or fidget like he had the tendency to do when he couldn’t sleep, in case he strayed into foreign territory.

He knew Carrillo was still awake as he heard him stubbing out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray. It was followed by the mattress shifting and another deep sigh that had too many possible interpretations for Steve to guess which one was correct. Eventually, all fell still, and Steve couldn’t decide whether he was relieved or disappointed that Carrillo was apparently now asleep.

But that was the thing about stillness; it only took into account what was perceptible on the surface. It didn’t factor in hidden currents that were just as turbulent, if not more so than the visible ones. And what Steve didn’t know was that Carrillo was as wide awake as he was.

Carrillo was used to keeping a level head in a crisis, but even he had to admit he was struggling this time. Not that he could burden Murphy with his concerns. For some reason, he could see why Javier always felt the need to protect his partner. Even now, after Murphy had well and truly rolled around in the dirt with him, Carrillo felt a certain level of responsibility. A responsibility to find Javier but also to protect Murphy in Javier’s absence.

He clung to that reasoning when trying to justify why he had let himself be put in such a vulnerable position tonight. With someone he had always kept at arm’s length. Of course, he only did it to satisfy Murphy’s need for acceptance. Something Javier had been badgering him about for a long time. There couldn’t possibly be more to it than that.

Or at least that’s what he told himself when he slid his leg back into the negative space of the middle of the bed. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting to find, if anything. And for an agonising few seconds, his foot lay stranded in the void.

But just as he was about to withdraw and pretend it was an involuntary action whilst asleep, clammy skin found clammy skin. It was a tentative token of solidarity, and both men would deny it if they acknowledged it. But it was there, and it happened nonetheless.

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