#~ rhykar

[lightning-wyvern]

Luigi mangione helping you with homework headcanons

ouuu

~ study buddy Luigi Mangione

luigi mangione x gn!reader | fluff, headcanon | cw school, homework, physical affection, kissing, physical touch, minor cursing, mentions of cutting (food), reader + luigi are dating but no reader gender is mentioned

(open) luigi mangione taglist @glitteryslothhhh @poohkie90

conservative red voters do not interact; if you don't like luigi then scroll. you will regret sending me a hate ask, let alone anonymous.

i feel like before you and he started studying together and later started dating, he would have been such a big enemy of homework, that shit would hate to see luigi coming

bcs he would rather do anything else than do homework. but then when you and him become a couple, all of a sudden he's excited to go hunker down with you in your apartment/dorm and do some fucking homework.

he would often bring along a bowl of freshly cut watermelon, canteloupe, honeydew, apples and whatever other fruit(s) you ask him to include, because he knew that once you got focused on your work you would have difficulty stopping to feed yourself when the time came

he would also bring along bottled water every single night that you and he had "study dates." i honestly think he would constantly choose voss spring water simply because of the glass bottles and large quantity of water.

luigi would totally bring along a book about a completely unrelated subject that he knew you liked, so that you had a choice to continue consuming new information to some extent during brain breaks!

he'd scoot up next to you and kiss your cheek at random points to startle you a little bit, teasing you when you jumped a little because "you were focused on your wooooork"

but he knew you just really enjoyed the little kisses :)

luigi knows you get overwhelmed easily sometimes, so he buys a giant stuffed bear and brings it along every time you plan a study night with him, just in case you need it!

i feel like luigi would have a bit of trouble not imploding if you ask him for help with paper robotics homework, let alone with actually building a motherfucking robot. you'd have to tell him "luigi, calm down" a little too often or he would probably let himself implode

i feel like since he's good with robotics he would be really good at advanced algebra and maybe even calculus? and he would be more than happy to give you simple but detailed breakdowns of each equation you get stuck on

anything involving speeches: i feel like luigi would mostly just let you write drafts of them yourself and then encourage you to give a drafted version of your speeches, and he would give you some pretty helpful tips and pointers.

involving essays: he would kind of write it with you? he might have you add him to the document and let him toss in little punctual and grammatical edits here and there as you wrote. if the essay was on a subject he liked and/or knew a lot about, he would most definitely be giving you little fun facts to throw in here and there as well :)

i just think he'd be kind of like twilight sparkle or sunburst from mlp...

luigi mangione is a Very Smart Man <3

if you have any other ideas or headcanons lemme know!

© uraharasfavoriteexperiment.

[forest-wyvern]

world schizophrenia day is in 10 days!

hi! rhykar here :)

world schizophrenia day is on may 24th!

i myself don't have schizophrenia, but one of my best friends has severe unmedicated schizophrenia. i've seen how badly schizophrenia disorders can ruin someone's entire life, and it's horrible. i've also seen some terrifying schizophrenic hallucination simulations, and i cannot express loudly enough how much i feel for any of you who have schizoid disorders or schizophrenia, even knowing i don't suffer from it.

(note that i do experience my own hallucinatory horrors due to a rarely severe combination case of major depressive disorder and manic bipolar disorder, but my hallucinations don't get nearly as bad as some of the things i've heard about from schizophrenic folks.)

i just wanna help make world schizophrenia day more known on tumblr. i've seen how quickly lives can be ruined and stunted by schizophrenia, and my heart truly aches for you guys. i want to say that my page and all my side blogs are always safe for schizophrenic folks, and people that have hallucinations in general. everyone who posts on this account is educated on schizophrenia, and we'd love to learn more if ever someone wants to talk!

that's all! apologies for the lack of an ending on this post, i'm not good at that if it's not fictional writing lol...

note: this post can also be seen pretty much verbatim on our main blog, @lightning-wyvern .

[lightning-wyvern]

these all sound like tier harribel writing material

flirty or threatening? dialogue prompts

@celestialwrites for more!!

“good god, you are a pain.” “then why are you even here?” “maybe i’m a masochist.”

“say that again i dare you.” “what are you going to do about it if i do?”

“your existence unnerves me.” “aw, i’m flattered.”

“hi honey.” “don’t honey me, you just threw a book at me!”

“huh, you know when you’re not scowling at me your eyes look a little more blue than green.”

“what if one day you wandered off a cliff?” “would you join me?”

“sometimes i feel like you want to get hit.” “by you? most certainly.”

“miss me?” “i had wondered where my headache went.”

“you are certainly interesting.” “is that a compliment or are you making fun of me?” “yes.”

“i’m not docile by any means.” “i’ve noticed, i notice everything about you.”

“i need help to bury a body.” “and you thought of me? aw.” “actually, i’m the only one that would miss you if you went to prison.” “you’d miss me?”

“i hate you!” “as long as you feel something towards me.”

“watch it!” “it’s cute how easy i can rile you up.”

“do you truly hate me?” “i wish that was possible.”

REBLOG TO SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL WRITERS!!<3

[lightning-wyvern]

ok hoe i will can u do like a not-slow not-fast burn fireplace style ending in smut with nerdy neurospicy paleontologist lulu

im not sure this ended up fireplace style it kinda feels more house fire

~ perfect specimen

luigi mangione x trans male reader | fluff, suggestive, smutty smut cw benchmark fuck (rough drunk floor sex), transmasc reader w/ fem privates, sexual language, alcohol consumption, extensive physical contact, kissing, possessive marking (biting), no pull-out, pet names, lowkey implied size kink, deliberate overuse of the word "baby," luigi very clearly has a fetish for you

wc 2,475

(open) luigi taglist @glitteryslothhhh @poohkie90 @born444u dm me to be added or removed!

conservative red voters + luigi haters do not interact; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, sexual / 21+ content ahead

"no way, dude, the osmolskae was discovered in mongolia!" you argued strongly, "they found it in china."

"no it fucking wasn't, stupid," luigi shot back, shoving your shoulder, "you're burning off my brain cells, m/n. the velociraptor osmolskae was discovered in china. the mongoliensis was from mongolia... MONGOLIENSIS... yeah?"

luigi exhaled angrily through his nose, leaning back on the palms of his hands and shooting a half-ass glare at you as he mentally tried to control the audhd urge to argue himself stupid over his special interest, dromaeosaurids.

"where am i confusing the two specimens, luigi?"

luigi sighed leavily, rubbing his fingers against his temples. he reached over to his right and picked up a large, half-empty glass bottle of benchmark bourbon whiskey and took a couple gulps of the maple syrup-colored drink. he passed you the bottle and wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his maroon sweater.

"babe, the velociraptor mongoliensis was discovered in 1923 in the djadochta formation, which is in mongolia. the velociraptor osmolskae was NAMED in 2008, after a specimen of it that was thought to be a mongoliensis specimen was given a closer look at in 2008 and was found to be a different genus of velociraptor due to differences between the specimens' skulls, hence the velociraptor osmalskae. the osmalskae was found in the bayan mandahu formation, in china."

you scrunched up your nose and eyebrows, giving your boyfriend a furious, skeptical look. you turned and snatched up your notes, quickly scanning through them until you reach the page you'd dedicated to this particular subject, and lo and behold...

luigi was right.

" velociraptor(s) ; similarities/differences essay notes

velociraptor osmalskae: found in bayan mandahu formation, inner mongolia, china velociraptor mongoliensis:

you groaned and tossed your notebook down on top of your homework, tossing yourself backward onto the cushions luigi had arranged on the floor for this little study date. you pouted, closing your eyes to hide yourself from the annoying smug look you knew was plastered all over luigi's face.

but then-

"wait-"

you sat up and looked again.

bayan mandahu formation, inner mongolia, china.

"aha!" you gloated, "you weren't right or wrong, ha! both of the different velociraptors were found in mongolia, they were just discovered in different areas of the territory."

"what?! lemme see that-" luigi scooted up next to you and looked over your shoulder at your notes on the subject.

"ha." you said simply.

"m/n, mongolia is in china."

"yeah...? and?"

"aaaaaaannnnd, you told me five minutes ago that the mongoliensis was found in the bayan formation. the osmalskae was the bayan mandahu specimen, m/n. the mongoliensis was found in the djadochta formation."

"which is where-??" you ask flatly, giving him a dirty look.

"mongolia."

"exactly."

"they were both found in mongolia."

"exactly."

luigi groaned, flopping onto his back.

"m/n, you got the formations wrong, not the fucking country."

you glared at him for about 60 seconds straight, then returned huffily to your former position on the cushions. you lay there acting like a baby for long enough that luigi soon became fed up with your behavior. he crawled silently towards you until he was directly over top of you. he slowly lay down on top of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his lips to yours.

you let your hands slide up luigi's waist to the small of his back, sliding underneath his shirt. luigi did the same, holding you firmly by your waist and rolling over onto his back so that you were lying on his chest. luigi slid his big, warm hands up your body underneath your shirt, which hooked on his wrists and slid up your body. he let his hands continue up your back when your shirt got stuck on his arms. he wrapped his fingers around your shoulders and squeezed gently a few times before his hands wandered back down to rest on your waist and the small of your back.

"i love your back, baby," he said quietly into your mouth, "it's so pretty... you're so pretty. you're hot, you're handsome."

you giggled, breaking the kiss and burying your face in luigi's chest.

"lu, stoppp..." you whine, a bright red blush spreading across your face when a grin plastered luigi's face that was so big that you felt it.

"never." he growled, "get naked, pretty thing, i taste like fuckin' benchmark 'n' i wanna do nasty shit to you."

you groaned hotly, rolling off his chest and sitting up. you pulled your shirt over your head a little too quickly, messing up your hair as it left contact with your body. you then undid your belt and leaned back, kicking your jeans off and reaching over and tossing them across the room, where they joined luigi's shirt that had been tossed across the room seconds before.

now clad only in your boxers, you get up and pounce on luigi, your weight forcing him to the ground. he grabbed you as your chest made contact with his, tangling his fingers into your hair. you let a horny growl out into luigi's mouth, putting a hand on his chest and pushing him onto his back on the floor. you crawled on top of him and straddled his waist, groaning and letting your head fall back onto your shoulders as luigi's big hands slid up your now completely exposed body.

"m/n." luigi grumbled, his voice low and husky.

"yeah, lu?" you asked, looking down at him.

"take your fuckin' bra an' boxers off, fumante, i said naked," luigi hissed, "y' don't gotta be shy with me, baby."

when you noticed the tone of luigi's voice, your guts twisted in the most oddly pleasant manner; you complied without complaint. you pulled your boxers off, tossing them across the room to join the rest of you and luigi's clothes. a growl escaped your throat when you felt luigi's hands squeeze your ass. he grinned, moving his hands up to your shoulders and pulling you down towards his face, until your lips made contact with his.

you moaned into luigi's mouth, kind of just... melting into his arms- and luigi could feel this happening. luigi used the short time slot you moaning had given him to slip his tongue into your mouth. his right hand tangled into your hair and he tugged at it a little, eliciting another hungry moan. luigi hugs you tight, holding you as close as he could physically have you. you moaned into his mouth again, your hands wandering up and down his body, his touch quickly overwhelming your brain with hot fog.

"m/n," luigi growled into your mouth, "roll over, yeah?"

you nodded.

"good boy. y'know what kinda position i like, yeah?"

you nodded again, your guts starting to feel hot with anticipation. you rolled off of luigi's chest, pulling luigi with you. he settled himself between your legs, immediately having to take some remarkably deep breaths in order to keep himself even remotely composed when he lays eyes on the sight you lay out for him, just as he had told you to.

and that was when he realized it:

you were completely obedient, you would do any filthy, lewd thing luigi could think of, all he had to do was ask.

the grin on luigi's face turned carnal; animalistic. he squeezed your ass again, then your waist, then moved to your thighs. he slid his hands up your thighs, squeezing and massaging them possessively. luigi turns his head and drags his tongue up from your v-line to the center of your throat, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark and grinning when he felt you squirming underneath him... just from him touching you; he hadn't even fucked you yet.

luigi stood up, firmly grabbing your waist with both hands and pulling you back with him until you were on his lap on the couch. he cupped your face in his hands and kissed you; it wasn't hot and messy this time, but it was still steamy. he pulled you close, moving his lips slowly, passionately against yours.

"luigi..." you whined quietly, shifting in his lap.

"yeah, baby?" he replied, talking against your lips. his hands moved down to squeeze your ass again.

"i-i need..." your face turned red and you trailed off, biting your lip and hiding your face in luigi's shoulder.

"what, m/n?" luigi said quietly into your ear, "need your boyfriend to touch you a little? need someone else to do it?"

you nodded feverishly, biting your lip and burrowing your face further into luigi's shoulder. luigi chuckled, grabbing your chin and gently but firmly forcing you to look at him.

"aw don't be shy, kitten, i'll take care of you." luigi smiled, dragging his thumb across your bottom lip, which made you smile too. luigi's smile turned into a grin in response to this; he couldn't help himself. he loved your eyes, your body, your smile, your laugh...

luigi loved everything about you. fuck, he loved you. luigi was in love with you, and he knew it. he really hoped you did too.

"y'wanna be on top?" he asked, pulling your face towards his and touching your foreheads together, "or should i take control tonight?"

"you take the reins tonight, i'm tired..." you pouted. luigi smiled.

"yes sir, mr. m/n mangione sir," luigi snarked. your face turned bright red and your eyes went wider than dinner plates, and luigi grinned.

"luigi, what-" you started, but luigi cut you off with his mouth. he wrapped his arms around you and flipped you over onto your back on the couch. you felt something small rear its head in you; you grinned and shoved luigi off you, both of you falling apart laughing immediately in response to the loud thud that shook the couch as luigi fell onto the floor. luigi reached up onto the couch and hit the cushions blindly, looking for your arm. you scooted into his reach and he grabbed your arm, pulling you down onto his chest.

"but luigi-" you pouted.

"but what?"

"but couch seeeex..." you whined.

"hmmm... nnnnnnnnno." luigi stated flatly, "i'd rather fuck you stupid on the floor in front of your homework."

"jeez, babe," you complain, trying not to laugh, "i'm not that nerdy!!"

"m/n," luigi slurred, the night's whiskey starting to accent his words, "m/n, yes you are. you're the biggest fucking nerd i've ever met."

"says the fucking computer major," you snapped back, "luigi, didn't you like... didn't you make a video game..."

"no, but i play video games..."

"sure, among us."

"shut up, m/n."

luigi grabbed your waist and rolled over on top of you, pinning you to the floor. his hands slid up your body, squeezing your tits and making you squirm and moan quietly. his left hand stayed where it was, while his right wandered down your body towards your core. your heart started racing, and you squirmed more underneath him, getting impatient.

you grabbed luigi's hand, moving it further downward to where you wanted it. luigi grinned, smashing his lips onto yours as he slid his middle finger into your cunt, curling them in a manner that made your eyes roll up into your skull, a fucked, needy groan crawling out of your throat. he slid in another digit, then another, wrapping his free arm around your waist from your back and pulling you closer to his legs.

"y're makin' me so hard, baby," luigi growled, touching his forehead to yours. he pulled his fingers out of your cunt without any warning, dragging another whiny noise of protest from you which was, of course, ignored. instead luigi readjusted his legs, grabbing your hips.

"scoot, m'love," he demanded, and you complied, scooting until your ass touched his knees. he lifted your lower half up by the waist, easily holding you up with one arm, and lining himself up at your entrance. he pressed his lips to yours again, but not roughly this time. he slowly pushed himself in, eating up every little whimper you gave in response to the sudden stretch. once he was fully sheathed, he lay down on top of you, once again pinning you to the floor. his hands slid down your body again, squeezing your ass and thighs before pulling your legs up around his waist. then he hugged you again, nuzzling into your neck and leaving little butterfly kisses all over your neck and jaw in an effort to calm your nerves a little.

"lu-luigi," you whined, "please..."

"what, kitten?" luigi purred into your ear, "what d'you need?"

"fuck, lu, move, please..."

luigi grinned, growling into your ear as he obliged to your request. luigi buried his face in your neck, dragging his tongue across your skin and leaving kisses and light bite marks as he slowly started to move his hips. he put his big hands on your waist and bit down a little harder on your neck, targeting a spot he knew was sensitive.

"y're bein' such a good boy f'me baby," he purred, the words punctuated by a low, husky moan. he pulled your legs up around his waist and quickened his pace. you hid your face in his neck and moaned loudly, hugging luigi with every ounce of strength you had.

"harder-" you whispered, "please luigi, harder."

luigi gladly obliged.

he hooked one arm around you, underneath your pelvis, and lifted you up in order to be able to fuck you better. luigi moved his hips with relentless skill that anyone with a clear, functioning brain would question. but you didn't have one of those; unfortunately, yours was foggy and severely malfunctioning. his movements were getting uneven, though; he was getting close. he could tell you were too, your face was getting red and your chest had been heaving for about two minutes now.

luigi slid a hand down your front, kneading the flesh of your stomach and putting slight pressure on it. his brain immediately started to fry when he felt himself fucking you; how did he never notice how big he was?? he felt you shaking underneath him and his brain shut off completely; he didn't even have the strength to pull out. he hugged you as tight as he could and fucked himself into you as deep as he could go, the stinging scratches your fingers left across his back and shoulders constantly driving him further to rail you, his perfect lover, as far into oblivion as he could.

the rest of the night just kind of melted together: your body melding with his, the feeling of his touch, the taste of his lips; neither of you noticed when the sex ended. the only part of the night that was remembered vividly?

both of the known velociraptor specimens were found in mongolia. they were just found in different formations.

© uraharasfavoriteexperiment.

[uraharafiles]

PSA: world schizophrenia awareness day!

a detailed post about schizophrenia/schizoaffective disorders is expected to be accessible on may 24th, 2025, which is recognized as world schizophrenia awareness day. we are very interested in how this disorder works, as world knowledge of schizophrenia is, unfortunately, currently severely limited.

the post will likely be a small study post, cowritten by researchers rhykar and hayle, and based on updated information found around the internet, as well as a possible personal statement from someone who has schizophrenia!

if you'd like to give a statement/testimony, feel free to send an ask to this blog, or @lightning-wyvern . you will not be named in testimony unless you specify that you'd like your identity to be included! :)

[ashnnix]

AY A FELLOW BOY KISSER WASSUP hi im rhykar

Sup broo Im Damiannn⁉️⁉️

[bleach-your-panties]

(admin rhykar speaking)

hey friend :DDD i should prolly know this so stupid question incoming but do u write for male reader?

Hey!! So, i usually don't, but i would possibly try my hand at it if i got a request. My requests arent open rn though 🥹

[sunoo-bby]

nyuuuuuu

its rhykar

i lost my fUCKing login information again

hi

hii im sorry im not sure i knew a rhykar…? 😭😭 please enlighten me.!

[lightning-wyvern]

Can I request a fluff with a Grimmjow x male reader? I don't really mind with how you choose it goes mostly because I can't think of what situation would be a good one.

it took like 3 years to come up with a scenario that seems remotely grimm coded and i kinda just ended up writing him rainbow dash style

pov: cuddles but grimmjow is uneducated on romance

grimmjow x male reader | uncharacteristic fluff | cw physical contact, cursing, this was really hard to write

wc 310

a/n the divider is mine; i found the grimm pic on pinterest

she/her/female-identifying bleach stans do not interact

"what kind of nerd reads books about serial killers?" came a voice from the bedroom doorway; your boyfriend, grimmjow, was leaning on his shoulder against the door frame, watching you.

"someone who likes to stimulate his brain every once in a while," you huffed in response, looking over the tops of your glasses at him and pouting, "besides, grimm, the internet is out. there's nothing else to do besides read."

grimm rolled his eyes, walking in your direction and flopping onto his stomach across the foot of the bed.

"there's cooler things you could be doing, reading is for eggheads."

"yeah, grimm?" you look up at him, raising your eyebrows. "like what, hm?"

"cuddling with me." grimm pouted, smashing his face into the blankets.

you sighed. "you're ridiculous."

"no i'm not, i'm awesome."

"ugh, yeah, you are.." you mumble, grinning. you close your book and set it on the bedside table, then lay down on your stomach directly across the small of his back.

"what are you doing, m/n?"

"laying on you, stupid. whaddo you think?" you rolled your eyes dramatically, "grimm, you're such an idiot. i mean i love you, i really do, but you are so blissfully unaware of any and all displays of affection."

grimmjow huffed heavily, stuffing his face aggressively into the pillow he had been lying on and groaning exasperatedly.

"i'm never g'na understand your obsession with affection." he pouted.

"grimm, you're my boyfriend. i'm gonna cuddle you, and show you affection every day, and bake you cookies, and everything boyfriends do."

grimmjow grinned, his face turning the most delightful shade of red. he wiggled himself around until he was on his back underneath you. he hugged you close, nuzzling your hair with his nose.

"i love you too, brat." he grumbled. you smiled, hugging grimmjow just as hard as he was hugging you.

© uraharasfavoriteexperiment.

[lightning-wyvern]

someone is going to fucking make this cologne for me and they are going to sell it to me for the low low price of a thousand fucking bucks

LM as a fragrance🤍

Hadn’t seen anyone do this for him yet so I thought I’d make one for him😚

[forest-wyvern]

rhykar - he/him/it, 19 writing blog ! hayle -he/him, 22

there will be large amounts of dinosaur content posted here!

under 15 do not interact; mature content will be posted here

[lightning-wyvern]

yk that rule in dnd where if we dont like a rule and/or we think a rule is stupid then we ignore it and its not a rule? we do that with everything in my family, including mtg and pokemon tgc :3 we use life counters yeah but we start ourselves at 40+ 1d10

i feel like this would make it way easier to do this

i don’t play any trading card games, but…

wouldn’t it be possible for a MtG and a Pokemon deck to duke it out? I mean, they both use numerical values to determine damage and health, right? The Pokemon player could do Pokemon shit on their turn, and the MtG player could do MtG shit on their turn, then plug in the resulting values into the opposing card, right?

I’d like to see someone try, at least

[lightning-wyvern]

30 Days of Sosuke Aizen

~ ( masterlist ) ( finished, closed )

hiii!! so I was originally gonna do an entire 30-days-worth list of prompts, but I actually lowkey can't think of 30 prompts so i'm gonna do this 50/50! this means there are 15 spots open for requests, but they have to be with aizen :D

i'll accept 7 nsfw requests for this lil event, and 8 sfw requests! 1 random request will be written into a very large story, which will be posted as the finale! there won't be any female-oriented reader inserts whatsoever, but i'll accept gender-neutral and transmasc reader insert requests! pretty similar to my usual rules tbh :D

i'll update this every time I post a story :D if I forget to update the masterlist feel free to let me know! <3

© lightning-wyvern.

day 1 / sfw - comforting stimulation

day 2 / sfw? - after you

day 3 / nsfw - drabble (no title)

day 4 / nsfw - something a quiet man will never say (part 1; romance)

day 5 / nsfw - something a quiet man will never say (part 2; smut)

day 6 / sfw - the kitten

day 7 / nsfw - velvet guillotine (part 1; yandere smut)

day 8 / nsfw - velvet guillotine (part 2; more yandere smut)

day 9 / sfw - i missed you

day 10 / sfw? - drabble (no title #2)

day 11 / sfw - by my side

day 12 / sfw - gentle

day 13 / nsfw - ruin ourselves for everyone else

day 14 / nsfw - all mine!

day 15 / nsfw - all mine! (part 2)

last 15 days under cut !

day 16 / sfw - benchmark

day 17 / sfw? - randonautica (part 1)

day 18 / sfw? - randonautica (part 2)

day 19 / sfw - a shot of you (part 1)

day 20 / sfw - a shot of you (part 2)

day 21 / nsfw - a shot of you (part 3)

day 22 / sfw - a shot of you (part 4)

day 23 / sfw - nothing ugly about you

day 24 / sfw - aizen x pregnant transmasc!reader headcanon

day 25 / sfw - i can't feel my hand

day 26 / nsfw - say it again

day 27 / sfw - the keys, the dogs, and you

day 28 / sfw - drabble (no title #3)

day 29 / nsfw - reflection

day 30! / nsfw - vinyl (dis a long one, 6.66k words)

© lightning-wyvern.

[lightning-wyvern]

velvet guillotine

30 Days of Sosuke Aizen 7/30 ; part 1 ; previous entry

sosuke aizen x male reader | smut content very public sex with no prep, alcohol consumption, VERY possessive aizen, light choking, blowjob, no protection, aizen gaslighting™, you are an open book to him

pov *used a smut prompt for a yandere* ( @nightprompts )

words 801

reblogs appreciated!

banner made by @saradika-graphics

© lightning-wyvern.

you didn't see him there at first. that was the thing about aizen; he never made his presence known until it was far too late.

“enjoying yourself, m/n?”

his voice slithered up around your spine like smoke—warm, smooth, and dangerously suffocating. you turned around and there he was, not five feet away, wine glass untouched in his hand, his gaze burning like a brand across your throat.

you smiled, giggling nervously. “it’s just a party. ikkaku spiked the punch, i think.”

“hm... i see.” he said quietly. he smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “that would explain why you’ve been so… friendly.”

you followed his gaze to renji, who’d just walked away, completely oblivious. your stomach tightened.

“i was being polite.”

“you were smiling,” he murmured, stepping closer. “at him.”

“i smile at you too, aizen,” you stated flatly, your eyebrow twitching upward, "you almost sound... jealous."

he didn’t answer right away, but when he did, his voice was lower.

“i’m not jealous, you’re just mine.”

his words hit you like cold water down your spine. your breath stuttered, but you quickly chose sarcasm to hide it.

“we've only gone on like a hundred dates, i'm not yours—”

“yes, you are.” he was in front of you now. no space left. his hand curled gently around your throat, thumb stroking up under your jaw. “and you’re far too drunk to remember what that means, aren’t you?”

his reiatsu flared, subtle but oppressive, like silk pressing down over your chest. his fingers tightened, just slightly.

you swallowed. “you’re being ridiculous—”

“and yet here you are, flushed, trembling, biting your lip any time i touch you.” aizen responded. his grip shifted, forcing your chin up. “is that a protest or an invitation?”

you hated that your body leaned toward him. that damned freak heat was already pooling low in your gut.

his lips ghosted your ear. “now then, let me remind you who you belong to, m/n.”

you gasped as he spun you into a nearby storage room, slamming the door behind you with a quiet click. his hand was already under your robes, tugging your waistband free like he’d done it a thousand times.

“you’re so eager when you’re scared,” aizen whispered, lips brushing your throat. “you pretend you want to run, but you're already so hard at the thought of me.”

you tried to speak, but he pressed you against the wall, fingers stroking you slowly, deliberately. you hissed through your teeth.

“please, sosuke—”

“please, what?” he growled softly. “please stop? please fuck you?”

you clenched your jaw. he chuckled against your neck.

“say it.”

“…fuck me.” you demanded.

aizen smiled.

“there’s my obedient little pet.”

in a flash, your robes were yanked open, your chest exposed, breath heaving. he sank to his knees, eyes dark with something ravenous.

“mine,” he murmured again, dragging his tongue over the tip of your cock. you gasped, fingers digging into his shoulders.

he didn’t tease long. aizen wasn’t cruel in that way—when he wanted you undone, he took you. his mouth was hot, velvet pressure sliding down your shaft like a promise. he sucked slow and deep, making you writhe against the door.

you could barely breathe. could barely think.

he pulled off with a pop, eyes glittering.

“turn around.”

you obeyed his command before you could stop yourself.

there was a swish of robes behind you—then hands on your hips; his grip firm, possessive, shaking with how much he needed you.

“you’ll never smile for anyone else again,” he whispered against your nape, before pushing in slowly—agonizingly slow—until he was buried inside you, claiming every inch of you.

you choked on a moan. one hand braced against the wall, the other tangled in your own robes.

“say it,” he hissed into your ear, thrusting deep enough to make your knees buckle. “say you’re mine.”

“y—nmmgh—yours,” you gasped, head falling back. “i’m yours—aizen—fuck—!”

his pace quickened. every thrust hit that spot that made your vision blur, made your muscles lock and tremble.

“you look so fucking perfect like this,” he growled. “all fucked out. owned. ruined.”

that last word sent you over the edge. your release hit you so hard you almost collapsed, but he held you up, still pounding into you like he’d snap in half if he stopped.

when he came, it was accompanied by a low groan against your neck—teeth grazing skin, hands gripping tight enough to bruise.

he didn’t move for a moment—just panted against you, one arm wrapped around your chest, possessive even in afterglow.

“you understand now, don’t you?” he murmured. “you don’t need anyone else. just me.”

you shivered against his chest as his lips brushed your ear.

“good... because next time you smile at someone else like that… i might not be so gentle.”

© lightning-wyvern.

[lightning-wyvern]

just as i promised

available on ao3

toshiro hitsugaya x male reader | fluff, angst, romance, smut content blood, angsty shit, a literal murder, a little bitta cryin', sexual activity but it's poetically described instead of explicit?, you have an accent because " yeh're grimm's brotha' "

pov espada-reaper! reader (espada who is recruited into the 13 court guard squads; im pretty sure I made that term up)

words 9,275

notes can also be found on my ao3 (see on pinned)

really long read; ts took 4 months to write yo. so grab a snack and buckle up!

© lightning-wyvern.

snowfall in the seireitei was rare.

very rare.

even more rare was toshiro standing perfectly still in the middle of it, letting it fall onto his white hair without brushing it away. the cold didn’t bite him—it never had. but this time it felt different, this weather wasn’t his cold.

it was yours.

crimson mist, faint and ghost-like, drifted through the air like if blood became fog. residual reiryoku—your reiryoku—lingered around squad four's barracks, even though you hadn't stepped outside all day. of course you hadn't; you were you.

"captain hitsugaya," izuru kira said softly from behind toshiro, trying not to scare him. "you're staring into empty space again."

toshiro didn't respond. he hardly ever had to; izuru kira knew when to close his mouth.

there was a pulse of energy in the air—like a heart thudding just once. a signal. the same signal that had echoed through toshiro's soul the second you were brought back into the soul society. that pulse had never left.

it had been years since your human deaths. years.

actually, almost two centuries.

but even centuries in the soul society couldn't erase the sound of your laugh. or the memory of your blood-stained hands, protecting him in the middle of that rain-slicked courtyard.

[ flashback; human world, both aged 15 ]

the schoolyard was flooded. not with rain, but with blood and sirens.

you were screaming.

toshiro, younger and barely breathing, was crouched behind you with a dislocated shoulder and a fresh gash across his face.

"he touched ya, he hurt ya. toshiro, th-those guys hurt ya." you hissed, your voice shaking. a long, bent iron pipe dangled from your hand, slick with blood.

"they were gonna kill you, 'shiro."

toshiro was crying, but quietly. not from pain—no, you had seen him brush off much worse. he was crying from something heavier, something he hadn't told anyone yet.

"you'll be okay," you said, "I promise. i'll protect ya. even if I have ta burn in hell forever."

the sirens were getting louder.

toshiro grabbed your blood-soaked hand and whispered, "if we die— if we go somewhere else after this—i'll find you. no matter how long it takes, no matter what I have to do."

you blinked at him, then smiled through the tears.

"you'd better."

[ now; soul society ]

toshiro's fingers curled tightly around hyorinmaru's hilt. he had found you. just like he said he would. but you weren’t the same boy from the schoolyard.

you were...

an espada.

a runaway.

a traitor, technically.

and somehow now, the captain of squad four.

you sat lazily on the roof of the squad four barracks, one leg dangling off the edge, tossing deep purple grapes into your mouth and missing half the time. your robes were unbuttoned slightly, and a sword toshiro didn't know you had sat next to you, leaning on the shoulder you weren't using. your eyes, glowing faintly red from what he assumed was your lingering bankai power, lazily followed a jet-black butterfly drifting by.

toshiro hated how much he missed you.

“so, what's up? y' gonna stand there or actually say somethin'?”

your voice called down to him, you not bothering to look. you knew it was him, you always knew it was him.

toshiro's breath caught in his chest.

"i didn't wanna interrupt yer nap." he excused, mimicking that little slur you had always had.

"ohhh, 'shiro," you said with a dramatic sigh, "ya know I don't nap—i reccover. biiiiiig difference."

toshiro clicked his tongue but walked forward anyway. the metallic scent of blood always lingered around you. not in a grotesque way, just... always there. industrial. comforting, in a twisted way.

"i didn't come here for your jokes," he said, jumping up onto the roof to join you.

"nah, ya came here b'cuz ya missed me."

you turned your gaze on him fully for the first time.

and toshiro, in all his adult glory—taller, sharper, colder—felt fifteen again.

you smirked. but it didn't quite reach your eyes.

"what? nothing to say, 'shiro?" you teased, "cat got'cher tongue? or is it the fact that technically i'm a villain and yeh're havin' a moral crisis about wantin' ta kiss me?"

toshiro froze.

you have no right to be that accurate.

but that retort stayed in toshiro's mind. he knew better.

you stood up lazily, stretching, your reiatsu rolling off you like a high tide. your sword slid off your shoulder as you stood up, and you caught it in one hand and slipped it into its sheath on your waist. it thrummed faintly, resonating with blood.

memory.

pain.

"why are ya really here, toshiro?" you asked, voice softer now, "checkin' up on the runaway freak? makin' sure i'm healin' patients an' not drainin' 'em?"

"no," he said quietly. "i came because..."

you raised a brow, stepping a bit closer.

"because you promised me you wouldn't disappear."

you blinked. the smirk melted off your face.

"i..."

toshiro looked up at you now, snow falling around him like a halo.

"you promised me. in that courtyard. you said you'd protect me—even if you had to burn in hell forever."

you laughed, but it cracked and burned halfway through.

"yeah, an' you promised ya'd find me."

"i did."

the moment hung between you like a suspended breath.

your voice was barely even a whisper when you spoke next.

"so what now, hm?"

he stepped closer to you.

"now, i make sure you never disappear again.”

you didn’t respond.

you couldn’t. your heart was screaming. your sword pulsed furiously behind you like a second heartbeat.

you had always hated how damn quiet toshiro could be.

even as a kid, toshiro hitsugaya never needed to raise his voice to make you shake. he would just look at you with those too-old-for-his-age eyes and everything inside you would go still. back then, you thought he was fragile. you never realized how wrong you were.

now? he stood tall, composed, a captain with power that could ice over dimensions—and he was still looking at you as though you were the only thing worth melting for.

"so..." you rubbed the back of your neck, feigning nonchalance.

"ya gonna stand there like a tragic anime protagonist, or...?"

"i'm not the one standing on a roof like a starved and emotionally unstable vampire bat."

you laughed.

"that's fair."

there was a beat of silence.

toshiro glanced down at your sword.

"didn't know you had an actual zanpakuto." he said.

you looked down and touched her hilt.

"what's it's name? you heard it yet?"

you smirked.

"yeh. name's ketsueki no kyomei. used ta have a different one, ya remember her, 'shiro?"

he nodded.

"tsukihanabira no yoruzen... right?"

"yeah. ol' girl changed when i died. when i lost control, y'know? when i stopped being just one person."

your voice faltered, just for one second. toshiro didn't miss it.

you always were much too good at acting fine.

"i heard about that diagnosis. lieutenant kotetsu told me, she said it was dissociative identity disorder."

"mmm," you tossed another grape in the air and caught it between your teeth, "yeah. fun party trick."

"who am i talking to now, if i may ask?"

that one made you pause.

"ya really care?"

"of course i do."

you smiled again, but it was sadder this time.

"the main one. the tired one." you ranted shortly, "the one that remembers you."

"...i see."

you hopped down from the edge of the roof, landing silently next to toshiro. you were taller than him now. not by much, but it was still amusing to see. you leaned forward, eyes half-lidded, a grin curling sharp at the edges of your teeth.

"ya know, toto, ya used ta cling to me when it thundered."

toshiro's face turned red.

"th-that’s not—”

“ya'd hide behind my hoodie, 'shiro.”

he shot you a frosty glare.

“drop it, m/n.”

you laughed.

"nah, i won't. cuz i missed ya, fool."

and just like that, your voice cracked again.

it wasn’t loud, it wasn’t theatrical. it was just... real.

“toshiro, i missed ya so much it hurts.”

toshiro's expression softened instantly. he looked at you like you were a ghost he didn’t dare breathe too hard around.

“i know,” he whispered, “and i did too.”

that night, it rained blood.

it wasn't real blood—just your Bankai, leaking quietly into the atmosphere. you had fallen asleep in the squad four barracks, drenched in sweat, whispering fragments of your past to a wall that didn't talk back.

toshiro sat on the edge of your futon. he wasn't supposed to be there. captains weren't supposed to cling to their childhood best friends like they were lifelines.

but he sat anyway.

because the nightmares were getting worse. you kept calling for people who no longer existed.

"shiro," you cried, your voice cracking, "they're hurtin' you again, they-they're hurtin' you again."

and toshiro reached out with a shaking hand and brushed your damp hair back, whispering softly:

"i'm here, m/n. just as i promised."

the next morning, you were alone in squad eleven's dojo, training. of course you were. aggressive, lazy, gramatic—you had always coped by pretending to be fine with things that secretly drove you insane.

you were shirtless.

toshiro strolled in mid-spar and nearly tripped over his own damn feet when he saw it.

you turned and smirked.

"like what ya see, captain?"

he cleared his throat violently.

"just as i constantly tell rangiku: put something on, you idiot."

"nope."

toshiro glared at you.

you grinned, rolling your eyes wildly, but you still did throw a towel over your shoulder.

toshiro joined your little sparring session, but it didn't last too long. you could have kept going, but ketsueki got pissy when your heart rate spiked too hard for too long, and you didn't want to catch another nosebleed in front of mr. ice prince.

"yeh're actin' weird."

"i'm not."

"ya are."

"i am not."

"ya are, captain hitsugaya, sir."

he looked away.

"you aren't making this any easier for me."

"good," you grinned, "ya didn't make anythin' easy for me, either."

that cracked something in toshiro's wall of ice.

he stepped forward, sheathing his sword.

and then, suddenly, he was too close. your breathing stopped, and his did the same.

"you have to know something," he said, voice hoarse, "you have to know how hard it has been. seeing you again, after thinking i never would. and after remembering that day in the courtyard overe and over and over again and wondering—hoping that some part of you would remember it too."

your lips parted.

"i never forgot, 'shiro."

you were poised to say something else, but you never got the chance, because toshiro stepped forward and you kissed him.

the kiss was slower than you thought it would be.

no drama, no flourish. just the warmth of lips that had waited years. it wasn't hungry or desperate—it was careful, like he was learning how to breathe again and he didn’t want to get it wrong.

you kissed him again anyway.

because damn it, you knew the way his hands shook even when he looked calm.

you had always known.

when you pulled back, he was flushed, breath shallow, eyes glassy with something unspoken. your heart thudded once—loud enough to make your zanpakutō pulse against your hip.

neither of you said anything at first.

then, quietly:

“are you real this time?” he asked.

you blinked.

"wha?"

"are you real this time?" toshiro repeated, "because sometimes, in my dreams, you come back to me just like this. this exact thing happens, and then you turn to sand. or crack into ice and melt. or sometimes the whole scene turns into mist and you disappear.”

“…i'm real, 'shiro."

you grabbed his hand and pressed it over your heart.

“can you feel that? that's me. that's us.”

and he kissed you again—this time like he finally believed you.

later that night, you brought him to your quarters in squad four. toshiro had to admit, you lived modestly. no lavish futon, no expensive wall scrolls. just soft sheets, incense, and the faint hum of a medical ward that finally felt like home.

toshiro stood in the middle of your bedroom like he was waiting for someone to stop him.

you didn’t speak. you simply curled your fingers into his uniform collar and started undoing it slowly, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

and his face turned bright red.

“i-m/n, i've never—” he started.

“i know.” you said softly, touching your finger to his lips.

then you paused, and your voice lowered.

"me neither. well, not like this."

he looked up at you. not just at your face—you. all of you.

"then... let's not rush it."

what happened next wasn't explosive. it wasn't wild. it was quiet, honest. raw.

your lips slid down the line of his neck like you were afraid he would vanish if you moved too fast. he touched your waist like he was anchoring himself in reality. when your clothes were gone, neither of you looked away. you wanted him to see everything.

the scars.

the exhaustion.

when you sank down together into your sheets, he buried his face in your chest as though he was ashamed of needing you so badly.

you simply ran your fingers through his hair and whispered softly into his ear.

"lemme take care o' ya, 'shiro. just this once."

he nodded.

so you did. you guided him.

gently.

patiently.

every motion was a question, and every sigh from his lips was a yes.

when he gasped—high and broken—you pressed kisses over his cheeks, his throat, his jaw. you held his hand. you whispered that he was beautiful. you told him you were proud of him.

his legs curled around your waist, and he whimpered something only you could hear:

“don't you ever leave me again.”

“i won’t, sweetheart,” you breathed, forehead to his.

and then you became one.

this union wasn’t perfect, it wasn’t silent. there were trembling breaths and soft cries and laughter when you bumped heads. there was a moment when he bit your shoulder, flustered, and you hissed, “careful, baby, I’m fulla' blood, 'member?”

and he laughed.

you had never heard him laugh like that. open, free.

real.

and in the quiet afterward, when he laid against your chest—bare, warm, and glowing with afterglow—you whispered the words he thought he’d imagined in a dream once:

“i told you I’d find you, and i did. just as i promised.”

the next morning, he tried to sneak out early.

you grabbed his wrist in your sleep and mumbled:

“stay.”

and for once, toshiro hitsugaya let himself be selfish.

he climbed back under the covers and kissed your temple...

you never saw the way he smiled into your skin.

a week later, you were in the middle of yet another absolutely ridiculous meeting with the gotei 13.

retsu unohana’s old position as the captain of squad four had taken you by surprise, yes. but in the few months since you’d officially joined, you’d made a habit of getting along with most of the captains.

well...

most of them. all but one.

toshiro.

you hadn’t seen him for two days, and to be perfectly honest, that absence stung like a broken promise.

you stood in the back of the room, arms crossed, barely keeping your face neutral as the captains argued over whatever the fuck it was this week. you didn't care, you had your mind elsewhere. the kind of elsewhere where you knew exactly what toshiro's neck tasted like, or how his hands felt when they slipped over your skin.

gods, m/n, focus.

but then—there he was. toshiro hitsugaya walked into the room, the familiar chill in his steps making the room seem even colder. his gaze flicked over everyone with that same icy precision, the sharpness you had come to adore. his voice rang out with authority, but you heard the hesitation beneath his words:

“sorry for the delay, but i’m here now.”

everyone acknowledged him, but you didn’t miss the subtle glance he cast your way. the one that made your heart skip. the one that spoke more than his words ever could.

this meeting dragged on, just the same way they always did. but it didn’t take long for things to start simmering.

by the time the session was nearly over, you couldn’t take it anymore. you stepped forward, interrupting the discussion.

“excuse me, captain hitsugaya,” you called out, tone light but cutting through the room like a knife.

toshiro stiffened.

the room grew quieter, and the other aptains watched, knowing full well your presence wasn’t usually this… forceful.

captains byakuya and rukia kuchiki noticed it particularly quickly, as did the ryoka boy—ichigo? his name was?

you shot a playful look at toshiro, one that didn't hide the sting of your absence.

"yeh've been avoidin' me, 'shiro, havent'cha?"

his eyes widened for the briefest moment, but he quickly corrected the malfunction.

"i—what?"

you could feel the heat creeping up your neck as you closed the distance between you two. it was playful teasing, but deep down, you were letting him see how much you needed him. how much he mattered to you—and how long you had spent holding back since you had returned to the soul society.

"well?" you pushed, leaning just a little closer, enough to speak low enough that only he would hear.

toshiro's icy exterior cracked. for a brief second, his usual cold stare melted, and he softened. he glanced around quickly, clearly uncomfortable with the sudden intensity of your presence in front of the other captains and lieutenants.

but you weren't done yet.

"ya can't hide behind that captain's title forever," you murmured, voice almost too low for anyone else to hear, tone teasingly perky, "what are ya so scared of?"

the entire room fell silent, watching in rapt attention as the two of you kept eyes locked, seeming to face off.

"i'm not hiding from you, m/n," he muttered, "i'm just trying to keep my focus."

you didn't buy it.

"i don't buy it."

toshiro stood there, his usual frozen-cold mask trying hard to hold on... but you could still see it. the warmth, the longing that had been building up since that night. since that first kiss.

and you wouldn't let him run away from it this time, either.

you leaned forward just a little more, close enough now that you could feel his breath on your face.

(and even that was cold. damn, he was good.)

"it's hard ta focus when yeh're too busy tryin' to ignore me. ya do realize that, yeah, 'shiro?"

toshiro inhaled sharply. his voice was quiet when he answered, but the underlying truth hit harder than any blade could.

“you are impossible,” he muttered, but the edge of his words was softer than you expected. and his lips—his lips quirked into that faint, playful smirk that you knew so well.

“only 'cause ya make it that way.” you grinned back, leaning in just enough to make him feel it.

the meeting ended quickly after, and you had no choice but to pretend you were still captain m/n, keeping your cool.

but the look toshiro shot you before he left the room? that look haunted you the rest of the day.

that night, though, things shifted.

it was like the storm between you had passed, and the calm was excruciatingly deafening. and yet, even you couldn’t fight the pull anymore.

yu found yourself in the squad four barracks late that evening, a shiver running down your spine as you stepped into your quarters.

and there, at the doorway?

him.

toshiro stood in the dim light, his posture casual—but you knew him too well. that stillness was a cover.

“yeh're here.”

you spoke softly, like this was normal.

like the distance you’d put between each other no longer existed.

“i had a few things to finish up,” he said, looking over at you like he wanted to say more... but he didn't. not yet.

it was you who bridged the gap between you both this time.

you took a step closer, slowly, carefully. when you stood in front of him, you didn’t speak; you didn’t need to. you just reached out—one hand sliding around the back of his neck, tugging him in as your lips brushed against his.

he shivered. it wasn’t the cold... it was you.

“stay with me, love,” you whispered against his mouth.

“just this once,” toshiro said, voice thick with something you both refused to name.

then—finally, you let him.

the air in your quarters had never felt so heavy, yet so right. toshiro was here—tangible, warm in a way that made everything else fade away. but the shadow of what had come before lingered just behind you both, threatening to tear apart what you had.

his fingers slid against your skin, cautious but insistent, a careful dance of restraint and need. his lips met yours again, deeper this time, a wordless confession you both refused to vocalize, but you could feel it—the desire and the pain. the unspoken truth was there, caught between the breath of every kiss.

you could feel the weight of his past, and yours, pressing against you both, but for now—this—was all that mattered.

“ya really think this'll work?” you whispered as you pulled back slightly, breath mingling with his in the dim light. the quiet of the room was almost deafening.

toshiro's lips curved ever so slightly into that familiar, unreadable expression. but you knew him better now. there was something different in his eyes—something warmer than the ice that had once defined him.

“maybe,” he murmured, his voice low and tinged with something soft you weren’t used to hearing from him. “but... I’ve always hated playing it safe.”

“good,” you smiled, your fingers tracing his jaw. “'cause neither of us've gotta anymore.”

he nodded slowly, as if considering your words. and then, just like that, he kissed you again—this time, with more urgency, more fire—as though the waiting, the distance, had been a cruel joke. you'd both been pretending for far too long, and now? well, now it was time to finally let go.

his body pressed against yours, and the room seemed to shrink around you both. his hands moved with purpose, tugging at your clothes, pulling you closer as if afraid you might slip away again. but even as his actions grew more desperate, there was a softness to them—a hesitation you knew all too well. you both wore the scars of too many years apart.

but you weren’t going anywhere.

“is this really…” he broke the kiss, his breath coming uneven. his hands hovered at your waist, not daring to pull you further, but you knew. he was terrified.

you grabbed his hand, pressing it against your chest. “this is everythin' i've ever wanted,” you breathed. “everythin' i promised i'd wait for.”

toshiro looked at you—deeply, intensely—as though he was searching for something. permission? absolution? or maybe it was both. his fingers twitched against you, and before you knew it, his lips were on your neck, pressing soft, heated kisses against your skin.

“don't…” he breathed, but the word was more like a warning. it was as if he was afraid of falling too far, of giving too much of himself away.

but you weren’t afraid anymore. not of him, not of the feelings you had buried so deep for so long.

you pulled him in, guiding him to you with a steady hand at his back.

“i'm not leavin', baby, not this time.” you whispered.

toshiro hesitated for just a moment more—long enough for his hesitation to send a wave of anxiety through your chest. but then his lips pressed onto yours again, and you knew it. he was finally done with waiting.

his hands roamed to your back, pulling you tighter against him, as if his very soul needed to bridge the gap. and you let him, letting your body sink into his as his hands slid under your shirt. every touch burned; every kiss ignited something you’d kept buried.

and then you were there—together in every sense. the world outside didn’t matter anymore. just him. just you. just this moment.

the next morning, the reality of what had happened still hung between you like the faintest whisper, but you didn’t pull away. you didn’t let the distance return. instead, you woke up with him beside you, the sound of his steady breathing grounding you as his arm rested over your waist.

you wanted to hold on forever...

but reality had a way of calling.

the soft sound of a knock at your door pulled you from your thoughts.

you froze. toshiro stirred beside you, but he didn’t move to get up. he simply stayed there, his arm around you as though the world outside didn’t exist. as though, for the first time, you weren’t captains, you weren’t in the gotei 13, and you weren’t at war with the past.

there was something raw in the silence. you both needed this. you both needed each other in a way that made everything else seem insignificant.

the knocking came again, more urgent this time. you cursed under your breath, then again out loud, loud enough for whoever had shattered the moment to hear. toshiro didn’t say anything, but his grip tightened.

“they'll want us back,” you murmured.

“i know.” he said. his voice was soft, resigned.

but you both knew this wasn’t over; it couldn’t be. not yet, not when so much of your history together had yet to be rewritten.

the next few days would be filled with the return of responsibility. there would be missions. uncertainty. the gotei 13 wasn’t a place for the kind of love you shared—not yet, not with this history—but you would fight for it. you had promised each other that much.

and so, when the next knock came, you stood and pulled on your uniform with a steady hand. but as you glanced back at toshiro, who was still lying in bed, his eyes filled with something you couldn’t name, you knew. this was just the beginning.

the rest of the world would wait.

toshiro hadn’t left your side for three days.

it wasn’t like the duties of the gotei 13 had simply ceased to exist; no, there was still paperwork, training, and the constant hum of battle threatening at the edges of the peace you had so longed for. But he was here, and so were you. together, in this strange cocoon of comfort that existed only when you didn’t have to think about anything else.

but this wasn’t just a fleeting moment. you could feel it in every quiet glance, every touch that lingered just a second too long. he wasn’t just a captain... not anymore.

and neither were you.

you had crossed a line, and neither of you could take it back. the question now was, what would come next?

the weight of your responsibilities hit hard the next day. the first knock on your door was the start of it all. you couldn’t exactly stay locked away forever, not even with toshiro.

by the time you left your quarters, toshiro was already at the training grounds, looking as composed and detached as ever—his ice-blue eyes betraying nothing but the faintest flicker of something different.

he didn't want to show it, but you knew. that was the thing about knowing someone for literal centuries. you eventually grew to read that person like a book, no matter how many pages they turned or how quickly.

"ya ready?" you asked, strolling over to him. your voice was quiet, but the air between you felt louder than anything else present in the entire soul society.

he nodded without a word, the faintest of smiles tugging at his lips. he wasn't hiding it quite as well as he thought.

"let's go," you whispered, pulling your zanpakuto from its sheath with a sharp motion. you could feel its pulse beneath your grip, a heartbeat of power that had long been your constant companion.

you could find no reason to hold back today.

toshiro unsheathed hyorinmaru with effortless precision, his form glowing with the usual beautiful, icy grace. even now, even after everything that had happened, he still had that ethereal, unreachable, untouchable air to him—but you could see the cracks in the facade.

toshiro's eyes lingered on you for a heartbeat too long before he spoke.

“don't hold back, m/n. i don’t need you to take it easy on me.”

you raised an eyebrow, feeling a smirk tug at your lips.

"never. not my style."

you took your stance, waiting for him to make the first move.

the silence between you both shattered as toshiro moved in an instant, the air around him freezing with every step. but you were faster, your zanpakuto cutting through the air with a resonance that sent a wave of power through the ground beneath your feet. your blood—your sword—was alive today, and you could feel it pulsing in time with your heart.

the clash of steel rang out, the sound sharp and crystalline. your blood, ever-responsive to the call of your zanpakuto, surged as you parried his strike, sending a burst of crimson energy back at him. he blocked, but the sheer force of your attack made him slide back a few paces. there was a flicker of surprise in his gaze.

“you've been holding out on me,” he muttered, but there was an edge of amusement in his tone.

“wouldn't dream of it,” you teased, before lunging at him with a savage overhead swing. your sword whistled through the air, trailing faint traces of red, but toshiro blocked it again, his body a perfect picture of controlled power.

it was a beautiful battle, a dance of two captains who knew each other’s moves just as well as they knew their own hearts. there was no need for words, not when the fight itself spoke volumes. you could feel the tension between you both—a pulse of something deeper than rivalry, something raw and real.

toshiro's strikes came faster, colder, the air around him growing heavier with each swing of his sword. it wasn’t just his ice that you were up against anymore. it was his emotions—the things he refused to say, the things he had locked away for too long.

you could sense it. the way he hesitated for just a moment longer than necessary. the way his eyes would catch yours, then quickly look away. he wasn’t just fighting you anymore. he was fighting something inside himself.

and that something, you realized with a shock, was you.

his breath came in shallow gasps now, and you pressed harder, your blood-wrought strikes pushing him further back with every blow.

“why are ya fightin' me, toshiro?” you asked suddenly, your voice low, cutting through the battle like a dagger.

his sword stopped mid-air, frozen, his gaze locking onto yours.

“ya know,” you continued, taking a step forward, “this isn’t just about strength. ya know what’s goin' on.”

he clenched his jaw. "i'm not fighting you, we're sparring."

his voice was a low growl, his eyes narrowed, yet there was something in them—something vulnerable—that you hadn’t seen before.

"ya are," you countered, closing the space between you. “an' yeh've been doin' it for so long, i don’t even think ya know how to stop.”

the tension between you was palpable now, and for a moment, the entire world seemed to hold its breath.

and then, without warning, toshiro's lips were on yours—rough, hungry, as though he couldn’t hold back any longer. hyorinmaru and ketsueki both clattered to the ground.

the kiss wasn’t gentle. it wasn’t soft. it was a culmination of everything—everything he had been fighting against. everything you had been fighting against.

when he pulled back, his breath was ragged. his eyes, usually so composed, were wild—raw.

“i'm not running from this anymore, m/n,” he whispered, the words heavy with meaning. "and i'm not going to let you, either."

you didn’t answer. you didn’t have to. you were already moving toward him again.

the moment his lips left yours, everything shifted.

toshiro pulled back with a gasp, his hand still cupping your face, his touch trembling just slightly as if the reality of what just happened hadn't quite settled in yet. but the heat between you, the magnetism pulling you closer, had already taken hold. there was no turning away from it now.

your chest heaved with the intensity of the kiss. you felt both alive and detached—like you were a part of toshiro and yet still worlds apart. the flicker of ice in his gaze was the only thing keeping you grounded. he hadn’t said anything, but you could hear it in the silence between your heartbeats: his confusion, his longing, his fear.

"i…" he started, voice shaky but resolute. "i’ve spent so long hiding from this. i didn’t want to be weak. not in front of you."

you pulse quickened at the way his words seemed to strike you directly in your core. “toshiro, yeh've never been weak."

his lips parted, a faint flicker of doubt clouding his usually icy demeanor.

"well, it felt like it. ii couldn’t protect you then. not like i promised.”

the weight of his words slammed into your chest like a physical blow, and for the first time in a long while, you found yourself unsure of what to say.

memories crashed through you in a flash—the promise he’d made all those years ago, the raw desperation in his voice when he’d swore that no matter what happened, no matter where life led you, he would always find you. no matter the distance, no matter the war, he would keep searching until you were back together again.

the way he’d held your hand before you were ripped apart, each word searing into your soul like a brand.

“i swear to you. i’ll find you. Even if i have to fight hell itself.”

that promise—that unwavering, ridiculous promise—had led him here. but it hadn’t been a perfect journey. there were things about it both of you hadn’t said out loud, things that you knew but never dared to speak.

you finally spoke, your voice quiet but certain.

“ya kept yer promise.”

he flinched at the words, his expression faltering. but before you could try to comfort him, before you could process the raw emotions swirling between you both, a loud crack echoed across the training grounds.

the sudden shift in the air made your senses spike immediately, your body already springing into defensive posture before you even fully registered the threat.

“did ya feel that?” you asked, voice dropping to a low growl.

toshiro's eyes sharpened, narrowing as his zanpakuto hummed with energy.

"yes, i did.”

another figure appeared at the edge of the grounds, their silhouette outlined in the shadows of the surrounding trees.

toshiro turned toward you, his gaze hardening once more. handing you ketsueki.

“stay close.”

the command was firm, but there was a hint of something else beneath it, something almost… protective. like he couldn’t bear the thought of you being hurt.

you nodded sharply, not taking your eyes off this dark newcomer. you instincts flared, and you could tell this wasn’t just some random soul. this was clearly an enemy—and they were no ordinary threat.

toshiro stepped forward, his blade already at the ready, the ice around him crackling in the air. he moved with the kind of fluid grace that only came from years of combat experience, his every step calculated.

you, on the other hand, were already taking stock of the situation, gauging your options. your hand tightened around ketsueki's hilt as your blood thrummed beneath your skin. whatever this was, you wouldn’t be caught unprepared.

the figure stepped closer, and your breath caught when you saw their face.

“aizen?” The word slipped from your lips before you could stop it, your stomach turning.

but the man before you wasn’t sosuke aizen. No, this was something much worse.

his long black hair was tattered, and his once-pristine uniform was torn and tattered. a hollow hole gaped open in his chest, dark energy swirling around him like a vortex. but it was the eyes that shook you to your core.

cold, dead eyes, full of malice and intent.

“i remember you two,” the figure spoke with a voice that seemed to echo in your mind. “the traitor and the one who swore to save him.”

the words hit hard. you and toshiro shared a glance, and there was a wordless understanding between you both. you had seen this kind of madness before—this wasn’t just any hollow or rogue. this was someone dangerous.

tooshiro sword gleamed in the moonlight, his usual ice-cold composure now sharpened with fury.

“get out of my way.”

the air around you crackled as toshiro surged forward, his zanpakuto striking with the force of a blizzard. but the other man countered, his own weapon—something dark and twisted—clashing with his in an explosion of energy.

you didn’t waste time. the second they locked blades, you were already moving, ketsueki no kyomei extending outward, blood surging through it like a river. you didn’t need to hear the command; she had already answered your call.

with a slash, you sent a wave of blood energy, sharp as glass, slicing through the air. the figure dodged, but not fast enough. you felt the satisfaction of seeing the crimson power cut through his defenses, but it didn’t stop him. he was still there.

“why do ya keep fighting?” you asked, your voice cutting through the air like a whip. “haven't ya learned anythin'?”

the other figure—a woman, evidently—hollowed-out eyes flashed, and the dark energy around him surged.

“i don’t need to learn this time, m/n l/n. this time around, i'm going kill you both.”

the moment the woman stepped into the courtyard, the temperature dropped—not because of toshiro's presence, but from the raw pressure of her intent. her reiatsu was like barbed wire laced with perfume: dangerous, seductive, and unhinged.

you tilted your head, blinking through the soft crimson fog still trailing your bankai.

"well, well, well. if it isn’t my favorite girl..." you purred fakely, your face twisting into an animalistic grin, "delusion wrapped in lipstick."

toshiro moved to your side, jaw tight.

"former captain retsuya… what are you doing here?"

her smile was venom wrapped in silk.

"toshiro hitsugaya." she purred, "you look even more breathtaking than i remember."

you took one long step forward, dragging the tip of your greatsword across the stone.

"ya here to flirt, lipstick? or do ya wanna die?"

she didn’t even flinch.

"i’m here to correct a mistake. " she snapped, "you were supposed to be mine, toshiro. not… this."

she waved at you like you were filth.

you chuckled lazily.

"jealousy ain't a good look on ya, sweetie. especially not when i'm prettier than you and your hairline seems ta be recedin' underneath all the pressure."

retsuya's spiritual pressure flared violently. her eyes burned furiously, and she took a step forward.

"bankai... yuki no arashi." she hissed.

her blade exploded into a storm of frosted needles, surrounding the field in a twisting blizzard. It clashed violently against toshiro's natural cold, the air freezing so suddenly your blood fog crackled midair.

you grinned, crimson eyes gleaming.

"seethe, my sister, and bathe in the blood of our enemies. scream into the void, in respect for the joy of the battle... " you whispered, smiling and taking one single step forward...

"...shukai, kyuketsuki no kyomei."

the field, once a bright, lush green, boiled and turned red.

the blood mist thickened, your aura erupting as the sword in your hands pulsed like a heartbeat. toshiro's eyes met yours for half a second. understanding passed silently between you.

your blade made the first move for you.

several dozen spears of wood formed and launched at you in rapid succession. you swung your greatsword with lazy, fluid arcs of deep, dark, murderous red—each slash melting the incoming projectiles mid-air, turning them to shimmering droplets of red ice.

retsuya shrieked, vanishing into flash step.

your sword gave you a turn, and your own reflexes finally took over. retsuya's blade grazed your side, drawing blood—but that was your advantage.

"why, thank you, princess," you purred, hand slick with your own crimson as you touched the cut.

threads of blood burst from your palm and shot out like barbed tendrils, snaking after her. she dodged the initial onslaught, but your blood had already marked her. a sickening snap echoed through the courtyard as the threads tightened around her wrist, dragging her back toward you like a fly into a spider’s web.

"my perfect, little blood puppeteer." ketsueki sang, a laugh overflowing with mirth shaking the ground, buildings and trees around the makeshift battlefield.

"wait just a moment, dear lady," you purred as she melted into form beside you.

"indeed," ketsueki hummed, grinning maniacally, "let us give toshiro a moment with his pretty little friend."

retsuya's eyes widened as her own arm turned against her, slashing at herself. she screamed.

"what a sorrowful sound..." ketsueki whispered.

"how beautiful..." you and she both whispered in unison.

toshiro appeared behind her in a blur of white and blue, his ice dragging her to her knees. his voice was cold, flat, lethal.

"you've clearly slipped through the cracks, hanatarabi retsuya. you tried to assassinate a captain... in front of another captain."

retsuya spat blood into the grass.

"i only did it for you!"

toshiro didn't even blink.

"then you have truly never understood me at all."

the ground cracked beneath her from the weight of your combined reiatsu.

she never stood a chance.

you smiled, raising your greatsword above your head.

"ah, 'shiro," you called, "ya might wanna come over here, hun."

toshiro obeyed swiftly.

you gave ketsueki one swing, dragging it downward through the air in one quick, fluid movement. the sky began to bleed, dark, perfect red directly above retsuya's head, and the blood coagulated into a massive, inverted cross. thunder shook the ground and skies, and the great cross crackled with power for half a moment before crashing down directly on top of retsuya's hopelessly restrained body.

"final garden..." you murmured, a cruel smile spreading across your blood-spattered face.

the dust settled eventually. the royal guard had been sent to the scene, and kirio hikifune herself had come along. when she saw what your blade had wrought, she wanted to take retsuya away—her final look one of disbelief and heartbreak, not at her fate, but at the sight of you and toshiro standing together.

but hanatarabi retsuya would never leave that spot. that little patch of now-dead grass would forever be her final resting place, and she would never stand on her feet again. her body had become a statue, half-melded with the perfect, mile-high gravestone ketsueki no kyomei had been so graceful of death as to give to her.

although in the eyes of some, she didn't even deserve that.

you sat on the edge of the courtyard fountain, fingers lazily dipped in water. the blood mist had cleared. you were tired—but not the sleepy kind. more the kind of tired that only came after finally realizing you weren’t alone anymore.

toshiro stood near you, hesitant.

"…you okay, m/n?" he asked quietly.

you looked up. "she was nuts, but not strong. i'm fine."

a pause. T=then, lighter, "unless yeh're offerin' to bandage me up personally. in which case—ow. my soul. it hurts."

his mouth twitched. "you are absolutely, entirely unbelievable."

you grinned. "ya love that about me."

he was silent.

then he moved... slowly. carefully. like someone stepping off a cliff on purpose. he sat down beside you, gaze locked to the moonlit water, and his voice was barely a whisper.

"you're still real… right? you're here, and not going to disappear again?"

you blinked. "toshiro, hun… you’re shakin'."

his hands were clenched in his lap.

"because sometimes i still have nightmares telling me you might melt away in my hands if i wake up too soon."

you reached out. and took his hand. your blood-slick fingers were warm against his cold ones.

"i promised, didn’t i?" you whispered. "that i’d come back, yeah? no matter what it took."

he didn’t speak again—not with words. his hand gripped yours tightly, desperately, and he turned toward you—

—and kissed you.

not with heat, but with intent. with the soul-deep certainty that you were real, and so was he, and this was something no twisted woman or war or separation could take from either of you again.

when your foreheads pressed together, breath mingling in the night air, you whispered,

"still scared?"

he shook his head. "just… still falling in love."

the aftermath came quietly.

the fourth division barracks—your barracks—had never felt more like home. the chaos of the attack was long behind you. the wounded were healed. the paperwork was... somewhere. probably buried under a stack of untouched memos because, let’s be honest, you hadn’t even pretended to do your job in somewhere close to three days.

nor had you given any explanation to anyone in a slightly higher seat of power than you as to how you had achieved shukai.

you were curled up on the garden bench behind the barracks in the moonlight, robe half-loose, blood-red hair tie dangling from your fingers. Somewhere above, a cicada hummed in the trees. the air was thick with the scent of chamomile and after-rain.

“shouldn't you be resting?”

you didn’t even jump. that voice had become as natural as breathing.

“shouldn't you be emotionally constipated somewhere else, beautiful?”

toshiro gave you a flat look as he stepped into view, hands behind his back. you smirked at him without looking, just enough to catch the faint flicker of amusement that ghosted over his features.

“i'm here to check on your injuries.”

“oh no. he's worried. be still my thundering heart.” you leaned back with an exaggerated sigh. “yeh're blushin', 'shiro. aren't ya blushin'?”

"i’m not blushing,” he said, but you were too busy pulling him down beside you to argue. he sat stiffly at first, spine straight, posture disciplined—until you leaned your head on his shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world.

and he let you.

you closed your eyes. “i used to dream about this.”

he was quiet for a long time.

“…so did I.”

you looked up.

“i didn’t think ya remembered me,” you said, voice soft now, no teasing left in it. “after we died. after we got separated.”

he didn’t answer right away. when he did, it wasn’t with words.

toshiro reached into his inner pocket and pulled out something small and weathered. he handed it to you silently.

it was a button. a cracked, rusted, ordinary coat button.

your breath caught.

“that's from…”

he nodded. “from that day. in the snow. you remember.”

of course you remembered. the schoolyard fight. the blood in the snow. the promise he made through cracked lips and frozen breath. “i’ll find you. i swear i’ll find you again.”

you stared at the button in your palm.

“ya really kept it all this time?”

he turned toward you fully now, eyes stormy and direct.

“there’s never been a moment i wasn’t looking for you. even during the war. even before i knew your face again. even when you were just a member of the opposing side, just a tight, painful feeling in my chest i couldn’t name.”

your hand trembled slightly, but you reached for him anyway.

his fingers brushed yours. then, slowly, deliberately, his hand slid up your arm, your shoulder, your jaw—until he was cupping your face.

you leaned into it, lips parted slightly, eyes lidded.

when he kissed you this time, it wasn’t desperate like the courtyard. it was soft. reverent. the kind of kiss people write poems about and never get to live.

his hand threaded into your hair. yours clutched his uniform. the moonlit garden spun gently around you, full of night flowers and magic and breathless laughter.

“you're mine now, m/n,” he whispered against your lips.

you chuckled. “i've always been yers, sweet. ever since that damn snowball fight.”

toshiro's face went red.

“don't bring that up.”

you grinned. “ya cried, toshi.”

“i got hit in the face with a brick of ice, you psychopath!”

“it was slush!”

“it was cement with an identity crisis.”

you burst out laughing and fell backward on the bench, pulling him with you. he landed half on top of you, sputtering, and it was the best thing that had happened to you in centuries.

you stared at the stars above, fingers tangled in his hair.

after a long then, his voice returned, quieter this time.

“…you still tired all the time?”

you blinked. “huh?”

“you always used to say you were tired. even when you were smiling. and when you were fighting.”

you were silent. Then, honestly:

"yeah. i think… i think i’ve been tired since we died. since i had ta survive on instinct for so long.”

toshiro's hand found yours and squeezed.

“you don’t have to do that anymore,” he said.

your voice cracked. “ya promise?”

he kissed your knuckles.

“i'll protect you from everything, m/n. just as I promised.”

---------------- epilogue

the room was cloaked in the hush of late night, shadows stretching long across the floor, but all that mattered right now was this—the way your heartbeat mingled with his, the way your breath came shallow and ragged. you had been so close before, and so many times, but never like this.

toshiro's hands felt ffamiliar they always had been familiar—but now, in this moment, they felt almost otherworldly, as though the very air around you was charged with the energy of everything you had been through together.

his touch was gentle at first, as though testing the waters, his fingers tracing the lines of your body, seeking out all the places that made you shiver, the places that needed him the most. the sensation was too much, but never enough. you closed your eyes, letting the feeling sink in, as his breath tickled the side of your neck.

"toshiro..." you whispered, your voice heavy, breaking the tension.

toshiro paused, fingers coming still against your skin as he touched his forehead to yours, that ice-cold breath of his mixing with your ruthless warmth.

"do you want this?" he asked. his voice was raw, low, hesitant—fragile in a way that made something inside you fucking ache. he was usually so sure, so composed and controlled... but here, with you, toshiro was nothing but this tender, frozen-cold mess, a mix of desire and vulnerability. you had always known him as a soldier, a captain, someone who commanded attention without saying a word. but right now, in the dim glow of your bedroom, you saw him—the real him—something else entirely.

"yeah," you breathed, moving to pull him closer. desperate, as if you could never be close enough.

his eyes flicked to yours, searching for some sign that this was okay, that you weren't going to push him away.

and you didn't.

you learned into him, catching his lips with yours in a kiss so tender, so slow, it almost felt as though you were breaking something wide open.

he was careful about it.

too careful.

but your body knew that rhythm now, the way he responded to every small tug, every little stimulus, every quiet whisper. you kissed him harder this time, more urgently, as though you still couldn't quite believe this was real—that he was here with you in a way that left absolutely no room for doubt.

his hands gripped your shoulders, dragging you closer still, and the warmth of his skin made your pulse spike. he tasted like ice and fire, and the tension between you both was a constant, simmering pressure... just waiting to break.

and soon, it did.

toshiro's body was on top of yours, the weight of him pressing you into the mattress as he kissed you again—deep, needy, demanding. His hands roamed lower, fingers tugging at the waistband of your pants, and you couldn’t help the way your breath hitched, the way your body arched into his touch. you wanted him. you needed him.

toshiro, the ever-cold captain, was now a storm—his touches rough and desperate, his kiss an impossible hunger that made you dizzy. the rough fabric of his uniform scraped against your skin, and you wanted more—so much more.

you tugged at his collar, desperate to feel his skin beneath your fingers, desperate to feel him fully. his eyes flickered open at the motion, his breath catching. he didn’t speak, but you saw it—the way his gaze darkened with something fierce and wanting.

“i—” he started, voice a whisper, trembling.

“i don’t care,” you cut him off, your hands working quickly to remove his clothing. you didn’t need any more words. not right now. not when the silence between you both was loud enough, thick enough to drown out every other thought.

the room became a blur, your senses heightened by the feel of his skin against yours, his body pressed flush with yours. the only thing that mattered now was the sound of your heartbeats, the feel of his hands and lips on your body, and the way his name escaped your lips over and over like a prayer.

the slow, tender pace of it all made your chest tighten, the overwhelming weight of the moment threatening to consume you. but you wanted this—wanted him—so you let it consume you. you let him fall apart with you.

and when he finally moved to position himself over you, his body pressing into yours with slow, deliberate thrusts, you both found the rhythm. his lips brushed your ear as he groaned your name, a sound that sent heat straight to your core.

“tell me…” he gasped against your skin. “tell me you’re mine…”

the intensity of the words hit you like a tidal wave. you clung to him, feeling his body shudder against yours as he lost himself in the feeling of being so close, so connected to you.

“i'm yers, love,” you whispered back, tossing your head back into the sheets and moaning. your fingers trailed over his skin, feeling the tension and heat of the moment break with every passing second.

and in that moment, when the world outside ceased to exist, it was just the two of you. bodies intertwined, hearts synchronized in a way that no battle could ever bring. his name fell from your lips again, more breathless than before, as the final barrier between you both crumbled. his eyes closed as he let himself give in completely, his body stilling as he came apart, his breath hot and ragged against your skin.

for a moment, there was nothing but stillness. the storm of emotions, desires, fears, and promises all melted into a quiet peace. you held him close, fingers tracing the lines of his back, feeling his pulse slow as you both lay together, tangled in the aftermath of it all.

“''shiro…” you whispered, your voice tender, like a prayer.

his response was soft, his voice barely more than a breath against your ear.

“i promised, didn’t i? and i’m keeping that promise.”

and in that moment, you knew that, no matter the world’s chaos, no matter the battles to come, he would always be there, just like this. holding you. loving you. promising you.

forever.

© lightning-wyvern.

[lightning-wyvern]

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